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.
there is magic in her bones.
you’ll find her in the treehouse made of ash and alder, an ancient soul locked inside a heart that beats through fear and strength do you not see the charm in her ruins? the petals that bloom from dropping limbs when the darkness rose, she flooded it with scattered...
i only ever wished you well.
we tried in vain to find some comfort, a lesson in the language of the almost lover, olive branch extended through the cold dark night still, i hope you find the warmth i left behind, the embers that still smolder when the dawn begins to rise -ashley jane
clover and chaos.
wild whispers tumble through the honeysuckle vines, celtic zen legends imparting magic into the land where we crush green clovers beneath our feet we are madness and chaos and luck and joy, lips of absinthe spilling blessings in poetry -ashley jane
i tried crying out but no one was listening.
behind this orange, ominous view, the warmth within became foreboding, more lovely terror than light of promise the walls are still crumbling into splintered disdain memory lane diverged the path of hope once uncovered by a voice of reason is overshadowed by an evil...
yours is the name of the ocean i drown in.
it is raining again within me it a l w a y s rains in september i become a horizon filled with memories and sobbing skies and you, well i doubt i even cross your mind while you stir in storms that wake my bones, the very ones you left battered and bruised you pour...
Book Review – The Wish by Eva Lenoir
With The Wish, Eva Lenoir does more than capture the libido. She steals your heart. This book had me laughing, crying, and swooning all at once. The characters are intriguing beyond their chemistry, each making the reader think in their own ways. The sex scenes are...
noyade.
these nights are slowly killing me i called for you again. do you see me sinking? i am drowning off the dream coast, drifting in a sea of talking ghosts (it’s your voice that is going to swallow me whole) how am i to breathe in this ocean of memories? how am i to swim...
the magic of nature.
we stand in awe, the land’s own symphonic, siren song holding us superficially frozen in place we swim in the surreal of a holographic lake, sink into a whisper of wonder that leaves us weightless - transported - enchanted everything is connected we float on a...
beauty in the daylight.
bewildered and bewitched, we unravel the night, stitching it back together with threads of light from the wings of aphrodite as she rises, a shining beacon of beauty moving in the company of flowers, scarlet camellias and purple orchids and burgundy bougainvillea we...
reverent.
i wear your words around my neck, a rosary of letters and lines scored into sacred stones, beads of viridian and violet and verditer twisting between my fingers i recite each one like a prayer, an evangelical invocation, a whisper of reverence your poetry anoints the...