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Mashe Others Poems
She's Not You
I stare at her photograph trying to arouse emotion... Nothing. But your picture, in my head, takes me everywhere. Still bothers the beating of my heart
They Called Me Kate
I watched him speak, avoiding my eyes, and i wanted to run my finger over that scar on his face. I loved how he'd come up to me, like a little boy with a crush and always calling me Kate.
October Fest Aftertaste
I woke up from a trancendental hippie world, feeling cold though it was late in the morning. I painted my eyes and squeezed into heavy traffic. Heavy.
I've Been Expecting You For Ten Years
Lost forever. In those yellow lights, I was sure that that was the last time you were ignoring me. And the last time I could pretend I didn't care.
Messed Up Dream
Dreams caught over my head, it rings more vividly now. Why does it not make me mad? Unlock it!
I Am The Center
I am the center of everything that is. All life revolve around me and I'm standing still. Alone... No, there's no such thing as two middles. And no, I cannot abandon my post,
Hush now, darlin' please... I've opened up my arms for you now, settle down please... enough already... enough already...
Trivial thoughts, sinful dreams, triggering a heartache overload. Hanging on to life
Countdown: Eighth Day
The night sky burns A reluctant aurora. There's gotta be blood on the moon. Raindrops?
I'm under a malediction and my fate has long been written. And how i struggle
An earthly form cannot be trusted, And I die in vain Defeated once again. If I live to see the break of dawn,
Half-alive, we go about today, flying with our broken wings over an endless sea of despair, no one ever said that love is fair.
Lessons From Betrayal
Upon rising back to where I once was, The trap I’ve gladly fallen down into, Having exhausted way more this time around, I found there’s just really nothing I can do.
To somebody else’s But the agony is mine, Words I do not remember And men I cannot name.
Comments about Mashe Others
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
She's Not You
I stare at her photograph trying to arouse emotion...
But your picture, in my head, takes me everywhere.
Still bothers the beating of my heart
and brings me so much pain and longings.
She looks at me,
I never had a way of guessing what's in her mind.
And I wonder if there's any sense in all her non-sensicals.
You're like a mechanical doll.
Who would think that there's something behind your pretty face?
But there's something... so deep, my wits go in your presence.
When she doesn't know what she wants,
and I feel like there's nothing I...