the tired and tumultuous.

we’re caught out of orbit,

swept up in this

downpour of

d e s t r u c t i o n

(can you taste the chaos)

we are

itchy fingers on a

quick-trigger-hand-grenade,

minds dancing with delight

at the cold, dark danger,

mouths filled with yesterday’s ghosts

isn’t it

masterful,

the way madness

befalls the weary

– ashley jane

garden of heartache.

wilted,

like funeral roses,

black and crumbling

from the weight of your ghost

they sit in stagnant denial,

thoughts swirling

and dreams drowning

in their desolation,

petals plucked

and seeds strewn

perhaps,

they’ll create

a garden of heartache

for all the lonely people

to water

– ashley jane

darkness lives there.

he wears shades

of brimstone and damnation,

never raven black,

all burnished gold, falu and feuillemort

his eyes are home to an hidden world

made of ancient shadows and sunlight

they welcome you into the fire,

but you will not survive their invitation

to explore new depths

(darkness lives within the flames)

– ashley jane

she’ll devour you whole.

she runs with wolves

in wildflower gardens,

dresses up your pretty petals

in her favorite shades of black

(she’s addicted to the way the night bends)

she has no use for shallow souls

who play masquerade to hide their poisoned roots

she is power and strength,

blossom and bone,

a lioness in eden with magic in her eyes

and war on her tongue

– ashley jane

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 feeling)
– ashley jane

sickly sweet nothings.

they drip
down your chin,
rivulets so saccharine,
(we pretend to loathe the gore)
knives dressed up in velvet
but the blade still stings
love, lies, lullabies 
all so crimson sweet
they stain the tongue
grasp-gasp-gone
clean up
when you’re done

– ashley jane