Ashley Seymour

Rookie - 10 Points (03-06-1985 / Michigan USA)

Ashley Seymour Poems

1. Suicide 9/15/2006
2. A Mommy No More 1/28/2008
3. Big Girls Cry Too: A Short Story 1/28/2008
4. What I Thought I'D Never Miss: A Reflection 1/28/2008
5. Who Am I? 3/16/2008
6. Somewhere Among The Stars 5/5/2008
7. F A T 8/27/2008
8. Silent Killer 10/29/2008
9. Taken 10/23/2009
10. Mom 9/15/2006
11. Lonely Nights 9/15/2006
12. Two Sides Of Suicide: A True Acount 1/28/2008
13. Breaking Point 1/28/2008
14. Happy Birthday: A Letter 3/17/2008
15. Behind The Smile 10/8/2010
16. Pain Is Beautiful 1/4/2009
17. Finding Ashley 9/15/2006
18. A Perfect World 1/7/2009
19. Cutting To Cope 8/13/2008
20. Self Hatred 2/6/2008

Comments about Ashley Seymour

  • Phillip Ellis (10/22/2008 4:24:00 PM)

    Dear Ashley,

    thank you for their poems. I appreciate their emotional honesty and directness, and their raw, visceral response and struggle with technique. To what extent have you looked at poems that scan, but which either forego rhyme, or use it more subtly than you have now? I am very interested in how poets write, as well as what they write, since we tend to develop both in varying degrees as we develop as a poet.

    If you would like more detailed comments, I would be happy to leave messages for you. It would be a pleasure, and I would love to see more of your work.

    yours

    Phillip Ellis

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Best Poem of Ashley Seymour

Self Hatred

I hate myself, I want to bleed,
I cry at night, longing to be freed.

I think of death, there’s so much pain,
I’m losing myself, I’m going insane.

I cut myself, because I binged and purged,
I do it every day, whenever I get the urge.

I feel so ugly, and so fat,
Life seems pointless, from where I’m at.

I’m sick of living with all this crap, I feel like I’m suffocating, stuck in a trap.

Where no one can hear my painful screams, they don’t know about my horrible dreams.

I feel like a cow, god I need help, I know that now.

I know you ...

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Breaking Point

Note: I am not the author of this poem and the author is unknown. If you know who wrote this, please let me know so that I can give proper credit.

So you think you're at the edge,
and the only way is down
Back is not an option, you're too proud to turn around
But proud of what? Of your failures? Of your anger? Of your scars?
Forget who you once were, you've forgotten who you are!
Look around,
- there's nothing left. Your so-called pride is dead.

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