Not News

Another celebrity on the news

for wearing a top pair of shoes

throwing a big birthday bash

for her six year old, dude

what about all of those who

can't even afford food

what's the world coming to

when those people are news

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

March 12th 2022

Bring Hope to Dire

What if I told you I'm sorry

What if I told you I failed

What if I told you I'm heartsick

For my hearts' in a jail

A jail that is my body

A jail that is

my torn off wings

A jail that has me haughty

for only that kind is

what it brings ..

and this won't serve us well

it's not a place to dwell

it's really a private hell

in spite of the pride that swells..

When the pills

become an excuse

and the glib, flippant thrills

come only from the use

It's just the easier, softer way

and it will never pay

anyone, anything, anyhow

accept a coroner

taking a vow

...and so...

the time

is never now!

I don't need a priest

to say thy will be done

I'm looking for

my kingdom come

in the dark, without sun

In this dark, the only light

is the fire that ignites

and it burns on my skin

like 1000 pushpins

and it grows from the wind

of the shame for the 'sin' ...

yes, they did light a match,

then they poured down the gin,

and it melted my candle wax

when I let them in, to win

but please, fire, go dim

rain on me like a hymn!

Be an ember at best

before you take all the rest

of what is left of me ..

of the last standing tree

dark tree, dark tree

I heard you whisper

heard you whisper

in the glow

I heard you whisper

in the know

but do I listen?

oh, no..

Well this time I need to listen

and I need the moon to glisten

over the cold, misty lake

without it's light, it could be fate

like off the peer and too late

cause I can't swim in ice

and I can't keep

rolling the dice

on the gameboard of strife

that is playing with my life..

So

What if I told you I'm sorry

for playing the foreboding game

for curling up under the blanket

amid the storm and the rain

when it's one that's known to suffocate

while laughing at what it's slain

and what if I reach - to rip it off!

then what if I walk through the storm

would it be enough to redeem the forlorn?

would it be enough to be saved and reborn?

Can I be strong enough to stave

off the comfort, that I crave

and walk on through pain, brave

- then again, I need more than brave..

I can't see when I'm covered

I can't walk through, to the other side

I can't share, but I hide

remain taken on

a bad trip ride

Muffled are the voices

that chant the right choices

If I can't walk through the rain

then I'll perish in vain

and remember how the rain

was called to put out the fire

to bring growth

in place of desire

and so then

bring hope to dire

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

February 18th 2021

Silent Screams

There's a woman

that I want

so very much to be

that I cannot be

because fate is strangling me

yes, fate is strangling me

and quite literally

as I live with a slightly broken neck

as I live with it

dangerously

I need help but

they don't hear

they don't hear my silent screams

as these slipping discs

crush my dreams

how will I ever redeem

my life, to a capitalist machine

that wants what I cannot pay

in order to save me ..

I am down on my knees

begging for those who can

to see me

begging for those who can

to hear me

before it is too late

and I will never be

and I'll never live free

nor live at all, you see

unless they hear

my silent screams

that is what's likely

to be

Amid my silent screams

I want so much to redeem

I fight so hard to not be thrown

under that machine

But

Maybe it is useless

and maybe my labor

while chained

is fruitless

because all they seem to see

is how I look to be

focussed on

"oh, she's so pretty"

and not the inside

while the truth

the nitty gritty

is that

danger is present

and in it, I'm a peasant

unable to afford

the token to pass

onto the safe ground

onto the green grass

with the right help at last...

and while I've reached out I've offered

melodic art, as I can

made while I've been living

in this war torn land

that is my body

and though I've fought it so haughty

it's like unless I win the lottery

this disease will, in the end

get the better of me

I know what I need

but without the means

I can't be freed

So unless they hear me

hear my music, hear my plea

hear my silent screams

I'll be

cold and dead and incomplete

under a barren tree

on this field so deep

with the fallen, from the reaping

of capitalisms' medicine-keeping

I'm still alive and still fighting

but cold and incomplete

the soil is dry under my feet

I need the violence to cease

I need water, and heat

to grow from these seeds

sowing them will not feed

this life or these dreams

not unless they hear me

unless they hear

my silent screams

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

Sept 17th, 2021

Fall Flare

Cold, crisp air

tightens the lungs

pulls you into a lair 

evokes the drums

of the fall flare

da dum da dum 

from your feet

into bones

into joints

beware

if you fight it

if you dare

It'll fight back

It doesn't care

with the cool, damp breeze

killing all the buzzing bees

creeping into your aching knees

slowing the volume that you bleed

so cold, slow and thick

as you're gasping to 

fully breathe

reeling, as you heed

survival of 

the fall flare

 indeed

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

September 18, 2021

Out To Have Won

I am out to have won

yes, I'm out to be one

not just under and done

but out under the sun

damage done that's not right

will be seen in the light

will be heard by the might

of my voice in the night

in this night dark and dank

will rise the ships that sank

will expose ghosts of the past

will expose matters at last

They're matters of validity

in spite of being deemed absurdity

but what's really absurd is ignoring a plea

to ignore when someone is screaming 'help me'

when help is not convenient to

a certain size and type of shoe

it's simply injustice to pick and choose

while many suffering walk on without shoes

including myself

and though scarred and bruised

I will not succumb

to this fate, I refuse

I will get it out

not be under and done

not at least without knowing

my story has won

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

Oct.10,2021

Current State

It is way too late

It's just way too late

and it's going to take a miracle

to save me from this fate

'cause that main ship has sailed 

and there's no pulling on 

the bait 

not sustainable

is the hope

no 

not in this current state 

Scarit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

Oct.15,2021

When The Lights Go Out

When the lights go out

will I be in the air?

I don't want it to be soon

'cause it's not quite yet fair -

so I fight with a prayer ...

but when the lights do go out

will there really be peace?

will there really be stars?

or will I simply cease 

yes, when the lights go out

will I be all fulfilled?

will my business be done?

will you remember me, still?

and when the lights go out

I hope that I'm ready

I hope I will be won

and the ground left is steady 

for the ones I'll leave behind

and especially my own kind

hope they'll hum a song of 

mine

while they see the light 

left behind

shine

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

Dec.13,2021

But You Look Pretty

Help, I need help

but you look so pretty

can you chirp a little song?

yes, can you hum a little ditty?

and come on now, don't be silly

you're alright

you still look pretty

Please, I am weak

but your beauty must speak

for our eyes to have a feast

we know no imaginary beast

with your beauty, it shall cease 

No, oh no - this isn't fantasy

reality is situationally

there is a threat, something

harming me -

No matter how I look

You see ..

oh no that couldn't be

you are happy

full of glee

for you look pretty

yes, you are pretty

Well your ears cannot hear

and your heart cannot see

when your eyes keep saying to me

But. You. Look. Pretty

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

Oct. 23, 2021

Fading Away

 Everything

is diminishing

I feel like I

am finishing

I am fading

in this life

I am fading

drowning in strife

my spine is slowly collapsing

and no help is on the way

the only help can come with means

I don't have, so there's no way

No way out of my weakening body

as I struggle through each day

giving up the modeling contract

and crying all the way

through every word I type on the page

"I can't, I'm sorry" I say

I can't have a life this way

giving up what I love

with no way to be paid

how can I sustain

and fight this pain

there's no way

I'm fading away 

Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

Dec. 13, 2021

Peace is Brave

Peace is defiant

yes, peace is brave

amid the polarized

fighting

to ride on the waves

to reach out and say

there's a middle

there's a grey

and it's ok

yes, it's ok

By Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)

Purple Ashes in the Sky

Purple ashes

in the sky

at dusk

they fall

as my dreams

turn to dust

they were of silk

but it was lust

unreal was the zeal

where diamonds encrust

there's no chance to be cut

or shined amid the rut

of not fitting like the cut

of a 'normal' kind of strut

my walk's not with a limp

but it is with a sway

most people can't see

my way

and it's battered me

today

I thought I would

know the way

but I'm still climbing higher

it is odd, and it is dire

I was born

to be stuck this way

without typical tools

without typical rules

I'm in my own school

of life

and wearing these painful shoes

somehow paying the dues

while my heart wears a bruise

and I wheeze

from these ashes

they look purple to me

as they fall from the mauve sky

where my dreams flew up

to die

because those dreams

were just

a lie

some people get by

and some people try

but they're trapped under the rhythm

it's a dice, and it's a schism

it's a privilege to be with'em

and they took my dreams to prison

but the pyramids' a prism

and my light makes a rainbow

through it, risen

in the vibrant purple sky

over that rainbow

old dreams die

and my tears will then go dry

as the ashes

fly

By Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)