Ashleigh Michaud Poems

velvety-soft voices piercing through your skin
atrocious smiles from ear to ear as they pursue you
miracle workers in their supernatural magicks
pleasure to the human senses
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WHOOSH!
She flies by in her pink cape
Her golden locks flowing behind
Ready to take on the bad guys once again
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Life is the love you find
Life is the hate you have
LIfe is the only companion to go to
When your friends are hard to reach
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I am a heart exceeding with good.
I am a smile upon the face of those sad.
I am an unorganized file cabinet inside my mind.
I am a color, one that changes from pink to black.
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Descending down the stairwell, she pause at the foot of it and looked to her left. There was a passageway, the only one her topaz eyes could see.
She began to walk down the dark corridor and as she was walking, she looked at the ancient photos lined up on the walls. The frames were dusted with cobwebs. She shuddered and began to walk quicker. Her vague memory of spiders gave her shivers down her spine and she tried not to dwell upon them. Her pace went even faster and then she came to a sudden halt.
A luminescence was protruding from under an old, wooden door. She hesitates and then pushes the door open with force. The hinges creaked so loud that she winced. Her feet seemed thousands of pounds heavier than usual as she treaded across the floor. Entering the room completely, she let her eyes do the wandering and was instantly shocked at what she saw.
Nothing.
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I cozy up to the fireplace-
My grandma, Memere, wraps
Her comforter around us both.
We snuggle close together,
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Love is a powerful thing to give and take
Love is something you want from someone who’s not a rake
I am telling you this of a person who encounters it a lot
To truly enjoy this piece, you must blank your scattered minds of thought:
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Her presence is not wanted until she’s there.
Always putting everyone before herself, but ne’er
Was she appreciated. Her heart hurt everyday.
Even though she loved to help in any way,
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Larami loved his spots;
He thought he was a leopard.
Little did he know that they weren’t spots;
But tiny brown homes.
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A container of intricate designs,
Painted in brown swirls tracing lines;
The goblet, they call it, the goblet calls;
It glows with red and blue flames as it goes.
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