My Beloved California

I am California. California is me.
Sunshine pumps through my veins.
The ever so slight, bittersweet stench of pollution fills my lungs.
I thrive on it.

My heart beats in sync with the music that is us.
My eyes cast pictures of happiness and desire.
Graffiti tells the untold stories of our lives. Our pains.
A fire that all true Californians know burns deep within my heart,
creating the very core that is Me. You. Us.
United.

We fight together, seeing more clearly than most would like of what the future holds.
Called a breeding ground for the future, we give a glimpse of America in a few years.
We are a whole millennium ahead of the world, but disguise ourselves as the present.
What you now call liberal will be conservative in 50 years. We see that. We embrace it while you fight a futile battle against it.

My California is walking down Venice, smelling weed, incense, and homelessness. I love it.
My California is carrying a jacket and umbrella one day then lounging in a bikini the next.
My California is walking in a rally to protest harassment of the LBGT.
My California is yours. Your California is mine.

We are the golden state, burning with the conflicting ideas that unite us.
From our valleys to our alleys; farmhouses to apartments.
We are the future.
We are California.

-MissAsha(:

I Will Not Cry

I will not cry.


Even when so many tears well up in front of my eyes that I can't see any prospect of a happy future.


I will not get angry.


Even though the animosity buried within me underlies everything I do.


I will not beg.


No answer, no matter how much I deserve it, is worth my self-dignity.


I will not have self-pity.


No matter how many reasons I have to feel bad.


I will not be me.


Apparently that's not enough anymore.


-MissAsha

At the Crossroads

I hate what I've done to you;
What I'm doing to you.
You deserve more.
I'm sorry I couldn't be that for you.

Just remember all the good times,
On those past days where nothing could go wrong.
Everything was bright; it was just me and...
You.

Please forgive me,
And please don't hate me.
Never did I wish this upon us; our summer should have never...
Ended.
Now we're at our crossroads, about to embark on different journeys.
On this day I say goodbye to our past, and hope for the prospect of a future.

"Sorry"s are worthless, like I should be in your eyes.
That's probably why I have an endless supply.
My last request of you is that as we begin down our separate paths,
We do this hand in hand,
Until the growing distance breaks our grasp.

-MissAsha.

Poem: Morning Lullaby

I watched the sun rise, like fire over the hills
Signaling the start of a new tormenting day.
It spread over the sky, like a plague unleashed
Chasing my beloved crescent in the sky away.


One ray, two rays, three rays, four
Pink, red, orange, gold
Snaking through the dead night sky
Like tentacles out to keep their hold


Rising, floating; courageous sun over moon
The night sky now a thing of the past.
A bright beacon chasing sleep from our eyes
Back to life, to time paced fast.


Waiting for the twelve hours to glide by,
For it to be the moon's time.
Waiting for Crescent to beat Beacon,
For the moon's time to shine.


-MissAsha<3

*I wrote this one morning on my way to school. I'm not exactly a morning person, as you can tell. The only thing on my mind was the next time I'd be able to go to sleep.