Comments Posted By AshleighSiegel

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planter

i used to be a planter. not of plants, but of dreams. pots full of dragons and pirates, watering cans full of rain and fog. i used to be a dream planter. mason jars full of stars, petri dishes filled with fish and whales. i used to be a planter of dreams. where whales fly like birds, children swim with mermaids and sharks. i loved my job. until that one night, where i created a nightmare. sunlight faded, happiness disappeared. plants wilted and animals hid. she was alone, in the dark, scared and crying. she cried for help, cried and screamed for hours and hours, but no one came. i was forced to watch what i had caused. dead trees, black sky, low fog, and little Audrey, sitting at the base of the biggest tree, trying to coax a red fox out of hiding so she didnt feel so alone.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 05.28.2019 @ 7:18 am

oasis

your truck is my oasis. the place i feel the most safe. i look into your eyes and see the leaves surrounding us reflected into my iris. a metallic oasis engulfs us. hearing the metal flex and relax, like a metal beast we are inside of. your truck is my oasis. metallic, industrial, soothing and safe. you are my oasis.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 12.04.2018 @ 7:48 am

floorboards

i dance to the delicate song of floorboards creaking underneath my feet. hypnotic creaks and groans lead my body in a dance that is as bold as fire. join me on this floorboard slow dance. lets supernova out of existence

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 12.03.2018 @ 9:04 am

broke

mind shattered,
heart going pitter patter.
body broken.
whyd you have to say the things you did?

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.15.2018 @ 7:41 am

missed

why would you put butterfly’s in my stomach if you know i get motion sick. i miss you, but these butterfly’s are pulling me away from you.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.13.2018 @ 10:42 am

flex

her muscles kept twitching in her sleep, like a shadow was punching her. first her bicep, then her chest, then her back. she whines in her dreams, calls out for help, but i can not help.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.12.2018 @ 7:13 am

nightlight

painting pictures of shadows on your walls. they laugh and move in the dark moments. moving closer and closer, cornering their pray on the bed. your foot that you had dangling off the bed has been mangled with scratches. you hear them murmuring like mosquito’s .”Behind you”, one of them says, and your eyes peel open. only to see black eyes staring back into your soul.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.09.2018 @ 8:59 am

motel

different rooms inside different hallways. different stories in different dormitories.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.08.2018 @ 6:57 am

Broken glass and old cigarettes littered its gravel drive. I could see a dark figure in the corner of my eye. It dropped the key for room 13. The door was littered with blood stains and yet, i couldn’t stop myself from walking in. There he was again, mystic and shadowy. Staring at me, through me. I blinked and he was gone. I felt his eyes on me, I turned around and there he was, in the doorway, whispering, murmuring under his breath. He told me to watch my back. He led me into the bathroom, and told me to get into the bathtub. It smelled of old blood. he pulled back the shower curtain and showed dried blood stains on the pristine white porcelain tub. He closed the door, leaving only one bloody hand print.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.07.2018 @ 8:45 am

specific

how is it possible that you are specifically unspecific? you told her, you wouldn’t hurt her anymore, but you did not do what you said. you’re the complete opposite of what you said you are. how do you aim all of your ammo at her and expect her to still raise your own kids? you fight her because you make up what you want. you hurt her because you don’t believe that the choice she made was, in your words, “the best”. how arrogant can you be if you don’t want your own wife to be happy? you made a promise that you and she would love each other to the end, but you’re the only one who loves her. she doesn’t love you anymore and if you took your head out of your Giant ego, you might be able to see that. all you want is control and “order” but when you try to control us, you just make us hate you so much more. you’ve yelled at us for the last time, so do us all a favor and leave while you still have what little humanity left

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 02.22.2018 @ 7:17 am

cloudy

cold, windy, rainy cloudy weather. this is what i’m use to. this is what i love. the cold wind throwing raindrops at my face like a pitcher throwing a fastball. the icy rain exploding on impact against my skin, the wind blowing through my hair letting the rain penetrate the millions of strands. the cold atmosphere surrounding my epidermis, makes me cold to the touch but still a little warm. on days like this, i cant help but think,” man, a hot cup of broccoli cheddar soup would be tha bomb right now.”

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.09.2017 @ 6:59 am

cheerleader

waking up to the same old routine. wake up to parents fighting, shower for 5 mins, use the shampoo that makes your scalp burn, dry your hair on a level of heat that burns your skin, brush your hair, get dressed in your uniform then work out. same old thing, sit ups, push ups, and running a mile or two. By then end of the workout, you’re late for school. you arrive at school about 45 mins late and get yelled at by your teacher who says she wants you to “succeed”. then resume the fake life of being popular and being a complete bitch. this is the life of a cheerleader. being fake, doing things you don’t want to do, not eating for most days because you “have” to stay a certain size. I don’t want this anymore. I want to be normal, I want to be able to live mt life in my own way.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 11.03.2017 @ 7:52 am

informed

in my past, he informed me that i was useless. but now that you’re in my life, you continuously tell me everyday that i am worth more than life itself.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 10.12.2017 @ 10:28 am

tempting

as tempting as you are, i wont give in. you are a demon and i am an angel basking in the light and you are trying to thrive in the worst way. you live to destroy. you are most peoples kryptonite. i will not take those cookies, because i don’t want to face the demon known as an angry mother.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 10.05.2017 @ 12:29 pm

committing suicide may be tempting if your’e depressed. But please, trust me when I say, It’s not. you just have to stay strong like you have been. keep going, find a happy place, and when you feel like you cant do anything, go to that happy place and just think. look for help.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 10.04.2017 @ 3:11 pm

dread

i dread that today’s society only focuses of the popularity and how much money you have. why do people have to have fake friends instead of the real ones who care and will be by your side.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 09.21.2017 @ 6:46 am

dollars

for every dollar i spend, it cannot add up to how much you are worth. hon, you are worth more than life itself. anyone who says you are worthless, doesn’t really know you for who you are. but i do and that’s all that matters. so, yes. i will keep spending time and money on you, because you are worth every penny and every second. <3

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 09.18.2017 @ 11:41 am

broken

broken down and beaten. i lye on the bed waiting for you to come home so we can greet each other. i had an okay day but it got better the second you walked into the room. i greeted you with a warm loving hug and a sweet kiss.you walked in and put your things down and you kissed me again. my life was complete and my depression was broken.

» Posted By AshleighSiegel On 09.07.2017 @ 5:46 pm

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