It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
the time is now.
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash you were all wiles and charms, sensual depths dancing behind midnight eyes and lips that devoured my secrets i gave no resistance you always knew how to play me like a melody, a pied piper beckoning with velvet words and a lyre of lies...
i am in love with your light.
i dropped through the gray fog on a wild flight beyond the edge of night, and landed in the colors of June i fell into a bright burn world raining roses and stardust i fell into y o u r world, all spring breeze and a summer love covered in sunflower petals, and i was...
we could’ve been a masterpiece.
you said we used to be brilliant we used to shine like the sun we used to paint the town with the rhythm of our love but the only color we know now is the color of deceit we draw lines across the city, words etched like hexes from north to south you stay on your side,...
road trip runaways.
the sunlight burns in our rear view mirror, a canopy of flames following close behind we say goodbye to the bittersweet glow, our bodies exhausted from chasing too many unending horizons, brutal and beautiful and beckoning nights and days blending together, moonrise -...
i seek to stay far from where you are.
i once liked roses, but you reminded me that they have thorns and that honeyed lines carry a hidden sting you’re all poison and pearl, the cold caress of pretty words that bite, a kiss of the abyss with no love in sight and i found freedom in my own soul shimmer, all...
bang.
i dip my head beneath bubbles laced with smoke and magic, swim within the obscure, dive into puddles of darkness i rise with a smile that hides a chamber of loaded words these lips are a loaded gun ...bang. - ashley jane
the light.
you followed me home, to the place where shadows bloom darkest, and let yourself in dressed with the sun’s secrets on your skin all crystalline beauty and pretty petals and green-garden-glimmer you looked like a heartbreaker with a smile that sparkled and those coffee...
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