The Chronicles of Ashley Jonah

Besides the story, I usually write poems.  I'll put those here for you to read!

Dear Faith,

Keep quiet dear faith.

Wait another night for me.

Don’t let me down.

Don’t hide your glee.

Know I am here

On the other side of the street.

Making my way over

To you for our final meet.

So wait for me patiently

My dear faith.

Or leave me stranded

Here like the wraith.

Sincerely yours,

Your loving Son.

Loving you Passionately

With all my name.

I’m transparent, a window in the wall.

Nobody notices me, or hears my call.

I scream so loud, yet you do not hear.

And now you’ve become my worst fear.

You just couldn’t stay away!

You had to come and take my heart away!

Leave me alone and let me die.

Don’t need your sympathy, don’t need you to cry.

You just don’t see the pain you cause me.

You’ve always been the cause of my misery.

Just leave me alone!  And let me die!

I don’t need your sympathy, don’t need you to cry.

I’m transparent, a window in the wall.

Nobody notices me, or hears my call.

I wait for hours until I die.

And while I wait, for you I cry.

• If eyes could heal, then they may heal.
• If stone may break, then I may feel.
•  Only then,
• May this be open to you
• These words are short and said to few.

If you recognize this poem from any where, please let me know so that the author may have his credit.

I only say that because I do not remember writing it.

Some of the best things in life are worth waiting.

Some of the worst things in life are waiting for me.

I see you standing there across the street,

And wonder if you are the best or the worst.

The best are worth waiting for in this life I live.

The worst are waiting to begin my strife.

I look into the mirror and see the reflection,

And wonder if I am the best or the worst.

But, I ponder, is this life worth waiting for,

Will it be the best or the worst.

I know that I am here for a reason,

But it has yet to be clarified to me.

I sit on the corner staring at you,

A sulky image in the bright of day.

And I wonder through blind eyes and open mind

Are you one of those best or worst things in this life.

Yonder does in the thrill of night

Does he take his wingless flight

Across the oceans and across the land

He travels with his love in hand

Before the break of the magnificent dawn

He rises up and poses as a pawn

In his game does he never take the win

With his love he never gives in.

The taunt of the day's begin

brings his flight to an end

he wishes his love the best and farewell

and tomorrow night they will escape hell

With a soft kiss upon lips of gold

he closes in and grabs a hold

in the soft rays of dancing silver

he feels the current of their river

deep in misery will he miss

those golden lips and soft kiss

but tomorrow night, he will have them once more

and they'll be his to explore.