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  • “I took off the glasses” – The Ashlee Craft Show – Episode 058 – Poetry

    In Episode 058 of The Ashlee Craft Show, I read a poem called “I took off the glasses” which is from my book “So Long, Lonesome Place”.

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  • “paper packaging” – The Ashlee Craft Show – Episode 057 – Poetry

    In Episode 057 of The Ashlee Craft Show, I read a poem called “paper packaging”, which is from my poetry book “So Long, Lonesome Place”! I hope you enjoy it!

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    paper packaging paper packaging, remember the paper packaging / & the way you used to write your name on every wall you passed because it hurt / old & torn up pickup trucks; or the nice ones – you used to be so obsessed with emulating your Golden Idol & doing everything that would make him impressed by you – the perfect Lady – but in the process you neglected the vacations & travel & brightly colored hair & fashion that appealed to you & the art on your skin & all those flamboyant songs you turned up loud, & all the dreams you were afraid of pursuing for fear he would think you were too large & expansive for him, or not feminine enough, or somehow less worthy than the one he already knew / you were willing to give up so many pieces of yourself in exchange for someone who never even knew what sunlight could look like on my fingertips

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    now you paved your own road with gold, & you looked past the false idols you were aspiring to impress & finally there you saw what you were looking for inside the smell of your own hair

  • “Prelude” – The Ashlee Craft Show – Episode 038 – Poetry

    In Episode 038, I read a poem from my book “So Long, Lonesome Place” called “Prelude”. Enjoy!

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  • So Long, Lonesome Place – Poetry Book Sample Chapter

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    & I Won’t Have to Forge My Own Dark Road

    it seems radical to me, all of this / & I’m so afraid I won’t be able to handle it (was any of it real anyways?) / but I do have to keep in mind, in all my moments of doubt & self-questioning, is how many countless others before me have done the same thing that I am doing now, & succeeded in doing so / how many others before me went off & forged their own pathways rather than following in the footsteps others had carved out before them & blindly listening to the instructions mumbled to them in poor faith / how many of them not only survived the falling out, but thrived because of it?

    I think about that lady I used to know, with the curly brown hair, & how she used to always go to the little cafe I went to / I think about how when I saw her, months after she left him, how they asked her, “don’t you miss him?” / & I remember how she tossed her head happily & with defiance, & said, “not at all” / she laughed, explaining she didn’t miss being a slave to him, how she would never go back to living that way / & I didn’t feel that I’d miss it either, & didn’t fear it

    I think about all those who left, even those who left & then came back – how even then they came back because they wanted to, because it was the right thing for them now & not because they were forced & obligated to be anything different than what they were / they came back to it, because even after all the thundering discouragement, they still felt that longing on both lonely nights & happy days that there was something else they should be doing

    I think about the other girl I knew, who told me that it could be great, but how too much would be expected of me being in that condemned union, & how it wasn’t fair to me to stay in with him / “get out while you still can” she told me – “before you’re broken by them.”

    & I think about him, who told me that it wasn’t worth it, it wasn’t worth destroying myself over something so trivial : someone who would never love me as much as I had loved him / “don’t kill yourself over it” / it made no sense to me to be a slave to someone I could not treasure any longer

    I am new to this pathway but it is not new to those I have known

    & certainly not new to the world –

    they have all done it; so can I,

    & I will do the same thing that all before me have done,

    & it will all turn out fine, as it has for those brave path-forgers before me.

    I will be okay

    I will be okay; I will be more than okay

    & there is nothing wrong with taking this first step, & claiming back my freedom / there is nothing radical about it & nothing shocking & nothing wrong in standing on the edge of the wall & declaring to the sea wind that I DESERVE something BETTER / it is my freedom I am seeking, & it is my freedom I will face

    you missed your chance

    I am tired of wasting my love
    on someone who could never love me back

    I would have done anything for you;
    don’t you know that?
    walked a thousand miles
    on the burning sands of hell
    if you would have asked me to,
    cut open my skin & bled on the ground –
    touched the surface of the sun –
    burnt myself out until I was hollow & dead inside –
    if you would have only asked

    I gave you all of my passion; you gave me an empty gaze not returned in mirrors
    I gave you all of my thoughts; you couldn’t even tell me what day of the week it was
    I gave you all of my loyalty; you turned your cheek & kissed her instead
    I gave you all of my devotion; you forgot about me as soon as I left your house
    I gave you all of my time; the minute it would have taken you to call was too much
    I gave you all of my dreams; you told me they were ridiculous & outlandish fables
    I gave you all of my love; you watched me bleeding alone & walked the other way

    I became you : I became all that you wanted me to be
    & what did I get in return?
    a dirty note scrawled on a torn piece of paper,
    saying that despite all the intimate things you’d told me
    & the tenderness you’d touched me with,
    you would never be able to embrace me the way you did her

    I burnt myself for you.
    I beat myself down for you.
    I bruised myself for you.
    I sweat an entire ocean of salt
    so that you would have somewhere to swim.
    I cut myself for you;
    I bled for you.
    I cried endless pools of tears for you.
    I overwhelmed myself for you.
    I hurt myself for you.
    I lied to myself & others for you.
    I let myself believe I didn’t deserve better for you.
    I died a thousand deaths for you.

    & what did I get in return?
    you laughed in my face when I asked to be treated better
    & told me I would die without you :
    but I will not

    you never deserved anything I gave you
    & I am taking my power back away from you
    to reclaim everything rightfully mine

    I am tired of wasting my love
    on someone who could never love me back

    no use

    maybe there’s no use in trying to bring back what we once had / maybe it is dead & long buried & long gone & long hidden away, & maybe I am long hidden & long shrouded & have walked too far away from the sacred spot where I first saw sunlight / & maybe that it the way it is supposed to be; maybe this is the way that feels the best, in the end, & will provide the most light, or at least the most fuel for relighting the fire

    the break of day the break of day break of / there are no rules; so what am I talking about? / I tried to make a short film about the way it felt to love you but all that came out was a muddled puddle of broken tears mingling with euphoric joy & the sight of that was somehow more beautiful than any perfect thing could be; it prismed

    a rainbow is built from scattered droplets of light

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  • So Long, Lonesome Place – New Poetry Book Available!

    So Long, Lonesome by Ashlee Craft Book CoverSo Long, Lonesome Place is a collection of 63 poems about leaving behind that which does not serve you, & the search for the place that you’ve been seeking.

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    it seems radical to me, all of this / & I’m so afraid I won’t be able to handle it (was any of it real anyways?) / but I do have to keep in mind, in all my moments of doubt & self-questioning, is how many countless others before me have done the same thing that I am doing now, & succeeded in doing so / how many others before me went off & forged their own pathways rather than following in the footsteps others had carved out before them & blindly listening to the instructions mumbled to them in poor faith / how many of them not only survived the falling out, but thrived because of it?

    Publish Date // October 2, 2016
    Paperback 110 Pages
    Genre // Poetry

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