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.
this museum isn’t open to the public.
i steep fading memories in wildflower tea, walk through vacant rooms where stale air clings to my skin, the smell of moths and medicine, reminders suspended above, empty frames on amber walls in a house filled with little more than silence you made saying goodbye an...
she’s heading for a downfall.
crystallized drops in a soft-pause-halt before they melt and seep, the red flower blooming in floating maroon down mean streets, gravity aims and pulls, tracing the pathway of veins made victim while garnet stains unfurl over pale white (she chases a free fall...
let’s drink to getting lost.
we moved between crossed fates, your feather-light feet trespassing into my distant black hole world you sang your song of the sea to the dark heart in me made for sinking and left the dreamer in me exposed I don’t regret it though, dear poet you were the last sip of...
hope stained constellations.
shine-bright-shimmer, a sharp cut of light ricocheting off chandeliers of crystal ice, we follow its warning, shards of frosted ink scrawled across the sky, foreboding written out in this holy silence telling of how darkness still lingers in the hallows from where we...
you showed me the beauty of summer.
there are people who seem made to brighten up the bad days, those with soft hearts who have a way of turning storms into a rain that calms the ache i am a snowfall soul made for winter, but you are the sunset in spring making me feel safe in your warmth ashley...
Love, Lies and Lullabies: a breath of poetry and prose
My first book of poetry - Love, Lies and Lullabies - is now available on Amazon: http://a.co/i2G1GYs 💜 Love, Lies, and Lullabies is a collection of poetry about relationships and the emotions that come with them. It is written for the lovers and the liars, the...
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...
Bravely Bolder
Sparks
I am tangled up in your shock and awe, the way you flicker and linger in my veins, the luscious darkness lit up by the surge of lightning in your eyes and the answering storm in mine -ashley jane
A Drowning Burn
I called your touch heaven, loved the way it felt as it shot through my veins. You were a scorch-light, burn bright type of blaze — the type of fire that steals your breath and leaves you drowning in the flames (I’ll never look at fire the...