• Ash commented on the post, retreat 4 years, 8 months ago

    My memory fades,
    retreats,
    but I still see her.
    She comes to me in portraits
    washed in on the roaring waves,
    dusty autumn hues coating faded ink.

    She was the lover
    who pressed words into my temple
    until they were raw,
    bleeding.

    Who sucked in feelings
    as drags on a cheap cigarette
    until they blackened her lungs.

    Who tasted words…[Read more]

  • Ash commented on the post, oak 4 years, 9 months ago

    She sat in the mother oak in her parent’s backyard and thought of every lover she ever had. Ones taller and shorter. Ones with soft hands and ones with rough fingers who touched her softly. Ones she broke and ones that left her broken. She thought of all of the gods she had prayed to and thought of all those she did not. She thought of songs t…[Read more]

  • Ash commented on the post, worldly 4 years, 9 months ago

    She never looked Nice or Well-to-do. She looked like Art; she wasn’t supposed to look Nice. She looked Worldly, the universe in the palm of her hand and stardust dancing in her eyes at even the faintest whisper of I love you.
    I had a feeling once that she could keep my secrets. Months passed. Her eyes were opened to the love of thousands, her l…[Read more]

  • Ash commented on the post, spikes 4 years, 9 months ago

    The spikes lining the collar of her leather jacket match perfectly with those in her personality: cold, sharp, and unforgiving. She is a fever, an animal, dangerous and on the prowl. I let myself fall victim, pinned down by the dark spines of her stilettos. My mind blurs as her lips drag along mine and I feel that this is wrong. She is not…[Read more]

  • Ash commented on the post, brushed 4 years, 9 months ago

    Teenage fingers brush against the fabric of the Universe; their Universe. It is pure as milk, soft as the skin of a newborn. It is perfection, “every parent’s dream”. Digits clutch the silken sheet, unaware of the world outside the shelter of Mother’s arms.
    Teenage fingers destroy the fabric of the Universe; their Universe. Underneath lie the…[Read more]

  • Ash commented on the post, avoided 5 years, 3 months ago

    i’ve avoided it like the plague. everyone else around me asks in hushed whispers, but i stay away. i do not want to speak her name on my flushed lips. i do not want to picture her smile in my mind. it is far too painful to think about living in a world where my mother is not at my side. at seventeen i feel as though i now need her the most, and…[Read more]

  • Ash commented on the post, prophet 5 years, 3 months ago

    There he was, the fallen angel. He sits in the courtroom, palms sweaty and mind stirring. He sees his false prophet hovering somewhere in the space between his consciousness and a pseudo-reality, wings a glistening shade of white. The blood that stained that eggshell complexion told no lies; he was truly alone in a Godless world.

  • Ash commented on the post, juvenile 5 years, 3 months ago

    Juveniles are weak. They are full of energy and life, bathing in the cosmos with every breath they take. They are precious. They are weak. They fall. The rest of us just have to believe that someday they will learn to brush themselves off and allow the taste of adulthood to fill their mouths.

  • Ash commented on the post, spiral 5 years, 4 months ago

    Time. A strange concept; Ticking faster when there is joy, slowing to molasses as the bad infects our lives. It spirals into nothingness, meaninglessness, and the question is raised: Will I have enough?

  • Ash commented on the post, doubled 5 years, 4 months ago

    No one else seems to notice her, yet I see her face when I look in the mirror. Her smile is lighter than my own, yet her eyes show the same heartache and misery I have carried with me through my whole life. I have always wondered how she was able to cope with the schizophrenia for so long, and why I escaped the same fate. But she is always with…[Read more]

  • Ash commented on the post, native 5 years, 4 months ago

    He was not usually this way. He had not grown used to the fire burning in his belly, unaccustomed to the tingling in his fingers or the tightness in his chest. There were few words in his native tongue to tell of how beautiful the man in his arms was to him, but the smile he bore spoke it all in an instant.

  • Ash commented on the post, beaming 5 years, 5 months ago

    Radiant. Glorious. That’s all he wishes to be in her eye. A beaming smile and a ten-cent love song were all he could give to her. Nothing. It’s nothing. He’s staring at the cell bars in his mind wishing he could have thought of something, something more, but the sun caught in his eye and he could think no longer.

  • Ash commented on the post, sentiment 5 years, 5 months ago

    He looks at me like a hunter, craving blood and yearning death. I look at him like I’m starring down the barrel of a gun, all stillness and fright. Somewhere in between, there is love.

  • Ash commented on the post, firearm 5 years, 5 months ago

    He was forged in the fires of love and desire, you could see it in his eyes. Those arms hot as hellfire wrapped around my torso, laying me down gently. Blood pulsed from my gaping wound, the bullet squirming it’s way through my insides and he watched me, hovering like a predator who had just made the kill. It was his.