Reason Within

the face in the mirror wavers,

unable to hold your gaze

while you catalog every flaw

and search for minute imperfections

(I told you there are none to find)

you see the shadows when light is all that pours from your veins,

all the reasons you matter safely stored in a cage

(the spark in your heart illuminates the dark)

your eyes see distortion,

a tangled mess of proportions,

but your soul knows that the sun lives beneath your skin,

a shimmering magic that radiates within

(and I’ll remind you every day, until your mind knows too)

Art by Rosanna Jones

Words by Ashley Jane

I’ll Rise

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My mind is tired and my soul aches
and I can feel myself sink into this saudade
but, like air, I’ll rise

I can feel the shadows shudder,
and darkness blooms while passion wanes
but, like air, I’ll rise

But this heart is a lioness, scared of nothing,
and I will always forge a way
because, like air, I’ll rise

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by broken_isnt_bad

 

Searching Shadows

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scarlet fever crashing through blue veins,
ephemeral nights now crimson stained
with ruby roses and cherry leather cuffs
(the sting is a drug but it’s never enough)
and she searches for answers in the shadows,
stop motion stutter and start again,
gently tracing the map on her skin
(can you follow the path of her scars)
there’s a taste of darkness in her mercurial heart
she’s one cut away from falling apart

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by Harumi Hironaka

Cold Nights

you ask me for the time

and wanted to know about the weather

and all I could think about was the year

when winter stripped away the last pieces of us

(i’m barely holding on and you barely remember)

we were so busy putting out fires that we let our own die out

i recall those cold nights and feeling like I’d never get warm

the front yard was drowning in carnations and frost,

and i was lost in memories of us

unable to come up for air

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by Johana Sevlova

Daunting Nights

She pricked her finger on the spindle of your thorns,
fell prisoner to your irascible temper and lying eyes,
the jewel in your own vainglorious crown,
locked up behind the rage of daunting nights
She felt you reach out for her to hold your mad hands
as if to save her from this soul numbing ache,
but there was no hope for resurrection,
no rescue from the shadows of an inevitable fate
She is a darkling left bereft with no more goodbyes,
left drowning in your poisoned petals of madness and spite

words by Ashley Jane©️

art by Glam Beckett

Lifegiver

my heart gets just as fixated as my mind these days,

each pulse feeding into some chronic compulsion

to run, to run, to run away

darkness betrays, shadows threaten to exsanguinate

(your name tastes bitter in my blood)

and I’m clinging to anything that feels like healing

to the something that trembles like a flower within me,

a sparkle that lingers while petals unfold,

this lifegiver beats vengeance and wakens the soul

Words by Ashley Jane©️

Art via We Heart It

we cut the rope made of daisy chains,

exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way

we were drowning in a deluge of doubt,

clamoring towards the surface,

struggling to find a way out

but, these flowers are breaking

like waves against our skin,

a cleansing rush of soft petals and promises

allowing us to inhale forgiveness in

now our blossoming hearts can be whole again

Words: Ashley Jane ©️

Art by littledoodlebook via Instagram ©️

Seasons

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I rage like Summer, channeling the beast within,
this heat of mine fires scorching words
I need you hear my pain and feel my hurt
I want you watch when these bridges burn

I am a winter soul who soaks up the cold,
standing alone and waiting on the coming freeze
I am inside, looking out at the abandoned trees
that closely the resemble the forest inside of me

I rise like Spring, eager for change,
my over-thinking mind so quick to race,
beauty blooming in moments of clarity
when strengths are used for charity

I am an Autumn heart and you say it feels like home
despite the chill that rests within my bones
I am a whisper that lingers in the falling leaves
sweet nothings floating in your company

Breath of Words © 11/7/17