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breathwords

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United States
Writer. Wonderer. Wanderer. | Aquarius. I Study Minds & Addiction. Poetry is my Drug. | breathwords.com | Author of Love, Lies and Lullabies
April 14, 2019
 

winter rolls off my shoulders,
replaced by a balmy spring
and the sticky press of uncertainty
we drift through a haze of days
where seasons waver,
as do hearts,
both unable to shake the feeling
of unease
this hot air clings,
making love to skin that still aches
for a breeze

(we’ll soon be swallowed up by the heat)
- ashley jane

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DAY DREAMING
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April 13, 2019
 

fingers crossed behind their back,
lips filled with whispered secrets,
eyes consumed by luck and lies
the queen of hearts and the king of greed,
they rule in visions of verdigris
the monarchy of anarchy
engulfed in a crown of flames,
all copper stained and weathered by chaos
they twist and bind our strings of fate
(mischief running rampant through their veins)

- ashley jane

GOLD
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April 13, 2019
 

i live within the rain,

its slow-rolling descent taking me with it

together, we anoint the ground,

holy water sinking quietly into the soil

watch us bloom

into something beautifully new

- ashley jane

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FLOWER PASTELS
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April 13, 2019
 

her eyes are home to silent seas,
a touch of azurite and aquamarine,
a cool gaze filled with depths you can’t fathom
but that soul of hers
is all moonlight and sakura blossoms,
the moment when winter meets spring,
feathers of snow and brushstroke blooms
painting her heart in hopeful hues
she is an garden of beauty on the ocean floor
daring you to explore

- ashley jane

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HOPE BATEMAN
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April 9, 2019
 

i once chased disaster
under bruised skies
and thought his kiss of chaos
tasted like love
he buried his heart behind walls
of concrete and glass,
and i foolishly thought
i could break them down
i was determined to be a lighthouse,
to guide him through the snowstorm,
but his soul was the cause
of that deathly cold,
and i was destined to freeze
in his icy touch
- ashley jane

HEARTBREAK
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April 9, 2019
 

pages
with yellowing edges,
memory’s sepia stained heartache
stored on silk linings in an old oak chest
beside trinkets and vintage polaroids,
and music filled with lyrics
that carry an underscore of sorrow
i am bound
in the ropes and chains of yesterday,
drawn in by the things i’ve outgrown:
records
ribbons
you
stories that hide behind the silence
that lingers here
in this space
in this hush
in this
emptiness

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THE PASTELS BOOK
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March 26, 2019
 

messages
transported by a knot of sparrows
across the spectrum of colors
we ride on the backs of a birdsong
and melt into the fire of tomorrow,
souls ablaze in the flashpoint
of the words we were too afraid to share
we’re crossing lines and time zones
as they swim in the northern lights,
staining our pages with wet ink,
infusing chapter and verse
with a myriad of hues,
painting rainbows with poetry

- ashley jane

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ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE
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March 25, 2019
 

   letters,
   folded up in intricate patterns,
   once passed between outstretched hands,
   an old mixed tape
   filled with 90s hits,
   photos,
   partially burned
   but saved at the last minute,
   a lucky rabbit’s foot
   that, looking back,
   really wasn’t all that lucky
   memories
   tucked in a shoebox
   in the back of the closet

   (things i can’t throw away)

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NEVER FORGET
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March 23, 2019
 

i watched her rise
from the ashes you left her in
dressed in golden stars,
adornments plucked from the heavens
she wears them like war paint,
a firewalker fueled by the power
of a thousand suns,
a heat aching to ignite

i call her phoenix
and one day,
she’ll burn your world down

- ashley jane

RIGHTS FOR WOMEN
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March 22, 2019
 

the night howls and the daylight fades,
nature sweeps us up in a million shades
and i am hypnotized by falling leaves,
captivated by their color —
green-yellow-caramel
fueillemort
we were taught this is evidence of death,
but i find life in their evolution,
i see beauty in their cycle
of change and rebirth

- ashley jane

SUNSET PEAKS
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March 19, 2019
 

the mountains roar your name
and the trees...
the trees sing of you
and i stand under sobbing skies
waiting for answers
that the clouds can not provide

it appears
we are all in mourning

- ashley jane

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FROSTED TREES
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March 8, 2019
 

we tied our hearts to hope
and held hands in the dark,
a pair of shimmering souls
searching for a flood of stars
- ashley jane

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SHINE YOUR LIGHT
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March 7, 2019
 

i asked you to give me space,
and you gave me the most luminous
night m a g i c
you’ve always known how i love constellations
how i search for them
when i am overwhelmed in a world
that is too much chaos and not enough calm
and we sat there watching
until they said their sweet goodbyes,
until they were swallowed up the sunlight
and i knew in that moment
that nothing was a waste,
all those tears and all that pain
because if it wasn’t for the shadows
i wouldn’t know the beauty of the stars
- ashley jane

ENDLESS STARS
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March 7, 2019
 

you were barrooms and bedroom eyes
filled with sweet nothing promises,
and i swallowed down your love
but couldn’t handle the burn
it left me with a black heart
and a mouth full of ashes
and now i regret the way
i let you breathe me in
because your words
left bullet wounds and bruises
all over my skin
while those whiskey lips of yours
felt just like a razor’s kiss
and i let you bleed me dry
- ashley jane

RESPECTED WOMAN
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March 6, 2019
 

rust stains
on innocent hands,
a tender sorrow washed away
by the rain,
proclaimed clean,
but the pain is still there
we were wildflowers in eden,
pristine, lovely little things
now, tragedy clings
to petals afraid of falling

sometimes,
there is beauty in the let go
hope is the wind
that will carry us home

- ashley jane

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FLORAL PASTELS
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February 27, 2018
 

rose blush skies
fading into a mauve daydream
and she is on a journey between
an orchid afternoon,
and a lavender evening,
but this hush is mulberry
tangled up in aubergine,
the perfect shade to unveil
her latest spell

she is a moon gypsy
and she speaks in shades
of violet magic

- ashley jane

FLOWER POWER
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March 4, 2019
 

we planted words
and watered them with honey,
our own little garden
of love, lies and lullabies
we watched them grow
side - by - side
we told ourselves that love would survive

it was either bloom or die

(we chose to bloom)

- ashley jane

FIND THE BEAUTY IN EVERY DAY
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March 4, 2019
 

i dipped my toes
in the promise of tomorrow,
its unexplored depths calling my name
i let its light filter in on shimmering strands
that swore to cleanse the dirt from my hands
but that ethereal glimmer
didn’t have the answers
so i let the dark speak,
its low hum whispering in the distance,
its smoky tone settling into my bones
i let its echoes guide me home

(i’ve been here ever since)

- ashley jane

MARTHA LUCIA
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February 27, 2019
 

she belongs with the wolves of winter,
a pack of restless souls bound in spirit,
their gypsy hearts beating in sync
with the rise and fall of a mystic moon
they are truth and purity housed behind
a stubborn love and piercing eyes
they are the wildflower warriors,
all brilliant beauty
with the power to see beneath
all the masks you wear

- ashley jane

WOLF IN THE COLD
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February 27, 2019
 

an elixir
like pills and nightshade,
dopamine swallowed down
with champagne,
romance and roses
sitting on broken tables,
emotional blackmail in a pretty vase
we are the vandals of our own hearts,
carefully caged in a prison
of our own creation
we are love sick
and looking for a fix
that can’t be found in a bottle

(there is no cure for this disease)

- ashley jane

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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February 26, 2019
 

we were the rebel youth,
the explorers,
the reckless souls running into the wild
we chased adventure
restlessly
and we found beauty in the most unusual places
we believed that we could make a difference
and we still do
- ashley jane

*Since this was written for the birthday poem challenge,
my line word count was the following:
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TRAVEL, EXPLORE AND REPEAT
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February 25, 2019
 

Yet more blurs of to'ings & fro'ings,
comings & goings,
caught by insignia'ed pens stolen
from the wings of airports
that've become our lives

we travel beyond knowing,
always searching, always hoping,
writing and wandering and waiting,
but these quiet moments alone
are the ones we’ll remember most

in little pockets of enveloped peace
collected in the letters of par avion post

- ashley jane and aseawords

*breathwords and a_sea_of_words on twitter

HUG ME
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February 23, 2019
 

fifty-five months
that’s how long I spent
walking on eggshells,
waiting for you to explode
fifty-five wishes
made on stars
hoping they’d give me a sign
fifty-five flower petals plucked
(he loves me. he loves me not.)
fifty-five minutes
to throw everything in a suitcase
when I realized the answer was
‘not’
fifty-five days
since I took the risk
and traded fear for adventure
fifty-five sunrises
fifty-five sunsets
fifty-five reasons
I’m never looking back
- ashley jane

WHITE CLOCK
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February 23, 2019
 

ghostly whispers move
under a voodoo blood moon,
a slow-shimmer-slink
of air over bone,
their dark love calling us home,
cosmic cadavers
with claws that sink deep,
burning nerves
and setting veins on fire
we stand on the cusp of shadows,
slowly disappearing into the ether,
our souls chained to a sinking sun
- ashley jane

RESPECTED WOMAN
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February 23, 2019
 

i spread all the remnants of you
out on the table,
a pile of memorabilia from another life,
years of photos and letters
scattered within
a tangle of wasted breaths
and words unspoken
ink-stained moments
are all that’s left
of a love that once
burned through the night
- ashley jane

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CROWS ON MY WINDOW
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February 20, 2019
 

we wrote letters to the sun,
heartache and poetry
filled with confessions,
stories and reasons
for why we felt too deeply
and fell too quickly
we were dragon hearts and dandelion fuzz,
graceful power and a shimmer of softness
all beautifully broken
and bound within the stars

- ashley jane

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STARS
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February 20, 2019
 

i saw you
cast your cares into turquoise seas,
watched you fumble
with these glass emotions
until they became stars in an amethyst sky
i already know where you go when you hide
and how you swallow down words
until only silence remains,
abandoned breaths still calling your name

let me breathe your secrets
i want to taste the pain you keep
buried beneath your skin
- ashley jane

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GOLDFISH LOVE
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February 16, 2019
 

we’re caught out of orbit,
swept up in this
downpour-deluge 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

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WORLD DOWN THE DRAIN
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February 15, 2019
 

i don’t celebrate
v a l e n t i n e ‘ s day
it’s all overpriced roses
and cards filled with words
that should be said
      every.
     damn.
      day.
i don’t celebrate
commercialized love
and boxed chocolates
(i always choose the gross ones anyway)
i don’t celebrate
pretty heart shaped things
or expensive stuffed animals
(nothing can replace the crook of your neck
or the brush of your hands)

i don’t celebrate
v a l e n t i n e ‘ s day
but, i celebrate you and me
and every single day
where i get to call you mine
- ashley jane

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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February 13, 2019
 

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

(perhaps, then we’ll all be a little less lonely)

-ashley jane

UNITE TOGETHER
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