Ashley Blair : Writing

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A Poem by Ashley Blair


A thin wire drapes like a razor bladeIt draws blood to the touch Fragile fingers Plead for a stop requestOn a fast moving BusOh, no one can deny thatH..
In Limbo

In Limbo

A Poem by Ashley Blair


SadnessOh so blue, it longsFor embraceAnger, much too RedItpushesA w a y andI'm caughtInbetweenShould I justChoose hell overPurgatory?Oh heaven please..
The Shadow of a Spectre

The Shadow of a Spectre

A Poem by Ashley Blair


You areNot a ghostUnseeingYou are breathingYour groans ofPainDo not go unheardDon't be afraid ofYourCrescendo, my dearYour supposed hauntingsMake it s..
Sadness Is Just Another One Night Stand

Sadness Is Just Another One Night Stand

A Poem by Ashley Blair


My sadnessOh, it is a vicious loverIt lays me downEvery nightStripping awayEvery piece of my soulUntil my bones are leftExposed onThisBroken bed madeO..
Searching

Searching

A Poem by Ashley Blair


Happy tastes like a foreign landAnd I'm wanderlustI try to form it with my lipsThe ones you kissAnd it comes slowlyShockinglyA new substance in my bod..
A Monster With a Familiar Name

A Monster With a Familiar Name

A Poem by Ashley Blair


What angels are born of tragedies?And what monsters are born when they realizeThey're not out of the darkness yet?Venom is cried out of swollen eyesAn..
Love, Depression

Love, Depression

A Poem by Ashley Blair


Collapse your weakBroken body Into me So I can slither into All of your hollow piecesTaking the place of whereYour lovely bonesUsed to beI perforateYo..
Sermon Notes

Sermon Notes

A Poem by Ashley Blair


Crimson drips slowlyLike saline for their spiritLife support in sinThe stained glass isLike thorns in my wounded eyesTheir self righteousnessOh god th..
The Light in My Darkness

The Light in My Darkness

A Poem by Ashley Blair


Every inhibition and Black thought I haveWearingly loses the abilityTo pirouetteFrom my lipsAnd fails to bowGracefullyInto your ears The ones that not..
Damned Salvation

Damned Salvation

A Poem by Ashley Blair


Sweet sips of the blood of salvationThey drink holy wine as we entertain our demonsI could kill myselfWhat would they see?Maybe it would look lovely i..

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