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.
Silence Screams
Key to Surviving
I am all cracks and fault lines, a heart that struggles through each day, waiting and wondering how I'll survive. I prick my finger just to know that I can still bleed, that I'm still alive. Pieces of me begin to crack, threatening to fall away just to escape. I need...
Words Cut Deepest
Too many times, we say things without thinking, without realizing the impact they'll have on someone. It may not be the intent to bully or belittle, but it still happens. We cast off frustrations in name-calling and flippant comments. But, we don't always see the pain...
Odd Girl
Inviting Words
You paint with words that stain the page, inviting passion deep within, beneath the skin, as each letter dares me to read it again Breath_words© 9/29/15
Escape
She needs to escape, to run away, a little peace of sanity that’s far from her reality, a moment without her mask where she can just be as she disappears into the silence and loses herself in another’s story Breath_words© 9/30/15 Photo via Google...
Blind
she is blind to the truth that will set her free - ashley jane
Book
she is the type of book you memorize cover to cover, all dog-eared pages marking places that you read over and over again - ashley jane
She’s the Addiction
She Is Undefinable
Why would you try to define her? She is undefinable. She's not just a star, she's the whole galaxy. She is lightning and butterflies. Grunge rock and Disney songs. Poetry books and science experiments. She doesn't believe in happily ever after, but she still hopes for...