Ashley burnam Poems
|1.||Iron In Her Pocket||5/27/2008|
|4.||Blazing Through Life||5/29/2008|
|5.||Crying Rube Tears In Ballet Slippers||5/30/2008|
|6.||Roses And Daggers||5/30/2008|
|10.||Why Dont You Fight?||7/15/2008|
|14.||How Could You...||11/22/2008|
|15.||I Stand, I Will||11/22/2008|
|16.||Coffee Shop Blues||11/23/2008|
|18.||Cast In Stone||4/2/2009|
|19.||Castle On My Sea Of Sin's||5/30/2008|
|20.||Just For A Little Bit Longer||5/30/2008|
|21.||Rolling With The Punches||5/31/2008|
|23.||Turning The Clock Back||7/4/2008|
|24.||Its Okay Babe||7/13/2008|
|25.||Dancing On Butterfly Wings||5/30/2008|
|26.||I Love You Everyday||5/30/2008|
|27.||A Mothers Lullaby||7/14/2008|
Sitting in my family’s cabin,
Stitching away at cloth.
My brother’s play, my mother prays,
My father shines his gun.
Outside the wooden door,
Shouts ring out, the light of torches
Casting shadows like demons on our home.
There will be a hanging,
A witch was found in town.
Rope around her neck,
She was quiet, she was easily found.
Her craft was pure,
She practiced alone.
The towns women blamed her, with untrue curses
And screamed about Satan and hell.
She was my friend,
I, her mentor,
Even though we both practice the ...
Iron In Her Pocket
A teenage girl sits in the back seat.
Her daddy drives her home.
His uniform is worn and old,
She will never go back.
With her head turned to the side,