things i can’t throw away.

letters,
folded up in intricate patterns,
once passed between outstretched hands,
an old mixed tape
filled with 90s hits,
photos,
partially burned
but saved at the last minute,
a lucky rabbit’s foot
that, looking back,
really wasn’t all that lucky
memories
tucked in a shoebox
in the back of the closet

– ashley jane

we’ll all revel in the blaze

i watched her rise
from the ashes you left her in
dressed in golden stars,
adornments plucked from the heavens
she wears them like war paint,
a firewalker fueled by the power
of a thousand suns,
a heat aching to ignite
i call her phoenix
and one day,
she’ll burn your world down 

– ashley jane

there is power in embracing the change.

the night howls and the daylight fades,
nature sweeps us up in a million shades
and i am hypnotized by falling leaves,
captivated by their color —
green-yellow-caramel 
fueillemort
we were taught this is evidence of death,
but i find life in their evolution,
i see beauty in their cycle
of change and rebirth
– ashley jane


look how far i’ve come.

i asked you to give me space,

and you gave me the most luminous

night m a g i c

you’ve always known how i love constellations

how i search for them

when i am overwhelmed in a world

that is too much chaos and not enough calm

and we sat there watching

until they said their sweet goodbyes,

until they were swallowed up the sunlight

and i knew in that moment

that nothing was a waste,

all those tears and all that pain

because if it wasn’t for the shadows

i wouldn’t know the beauty of the stars

– ashley jane

never again.

you were barrooms and bedroom eyes

filled with sweet nothing promises,

and i swallowed down your love

but couldn’t handle the burn

it left me with a black heart

and a mouth full of ashes

and now i regret the way

i let you breathe me in

because your words

left bullet wounds and bruises

all over my skin

while those whiskey lips of yours

felt just like a razor’s kiss

and i let you bleed me dry

– ashley jane

the breeze will catch us.

rust stains

on innocent hands,

a tender sorrow washed away

by the rain,

proclaimed clean,

but the pain is still there

we were wildflowers in eden,

pristine, lovely little things

now, tragedy clings

to petals afraid of falling

sometimes,

there is beauty in the let go

hope is the wind

that will carry us home

– ashley jane

purple skies are calling.

rose blush skies

fading into a mauve daydream

and she is on a journey between

an orchid afternoon,

and a lavender evening,

but this hush is mulberry

tangled up in aubergine,

the perfect shade to unveil

her latest spell

she is a moon gypsy

and she speaks in shades

of violet magic

– ashley jane