Your play

I have given you ammunition:

Mortar shells and bullets;

Handed you a gun

And provoked you to shoot–

Whether you choose your heart

Or mine

I already feel I lose

 

© 12-31-2012 L. Ashwood

Not So Hard

I don’t need you
To be soft
Just strong enough
To tell me
I make you weak
To know
There is courage
In exposing fears
And trust
I can love you
Like that

 

© 1-24-2012 L. Ashwood

Right Here/Write Now (pt1)

Grab a pen
Bleed it dry
To paper

Let it run
Till empty
Till you’ve emptied everything

Leave nothing behind
Let everything
On each leaf

Be brutal
With every stroke
Slash each dash
Stab each dot