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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
November 14, 2019
 

we follow paths of knowledge,
searching for purpose
in the desert of our hopes,
in the forest of our fears
we are tangled up in blue skies,
bewitched by the taste of crisp air
and the soft flush of sunrise
that comes after the fall of night
we trade these autumn musings
for early winter whispers
we summon the silent strength within us,
determined to find the answers we seek
because there is beauty in survival
there is magic in finding your own way
- ashley jane

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ANGEL OF AMOR
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November 14, 2019
 

lace lips
painting pictures
with the color of poetry,
speaking in fragile whispers,
reciting words that taste like
golden butterscotch and divine apple
with a kiss of cinnamon sugar,
all delicately dancing on the tongue
- ashley jane

FLOWER PASTELS
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November 3, 2019
 

where did october go?
it left as quickly as it came,
pushed aside for the november sun
and the return of a cold
that seeps into your bones
i followed it, dipping behind the veil
to the place where spirits linger
i sat with ghosts and watched
the dawning of a new day

- ashley jane

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A NEW DAY
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October 25, 2019
 

we move down haunted halls,
following a path of echoes
it is lined in crimson blood,
in ivory bones and scarlet lace
we feel the hunger of spirits
gnawing on our nerves
while our own hearts pound
within a bone box
we hear the hurried flutter
of a million wings,
a cauldron of bats
disturbed by our gasping breaths,
such a haunting melody it makes
as they make their escape
outside,
the red moon rises
unleashing the lovely dead
they rise from glass case coffins,
whispering our name
we watch the ghost
with the crooked smile
and chilling gaze,
mischief and mayhem
written all over his face
he blends in
to those frayed shadows,
such a beautiful nightmare
hiding just out of sight,
picking poisons
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THE EDISON BULB
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October 30, 2019
 

we are ghosts
wandering silently,
all flicker and fade,
strangers
in a room of familiar faces
you were once a familiar face
you were once
the sweet light in the dark,
the sunshine after the storm,
all silver-and-gold
bright shimmer-star
now, i am blind
i see you
but, i do not see you
there are memories
that stain my tongue
with something bitter,
but i cannot name their flavor
they taste like beginnings,
but i do not remember
i stand in the corner of the room,
watching you,
clenched fists at the ready
because for some reason
my heart demands protection
maybe
some things are best forgotten
- ashley jane

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RUMA ZAIDI
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October 23, 2019
 

i found peace in poetry,
in the words i read
tulips and chimneys
by e.e. cummings
and rich’s
diving into the wreck
i found warmth
and strength in poetry,
in the pause between thoughts,
in peeling back layers of lines
i let their verses color my soul
they wrote notes
for a falling body,
for a heavy heart,
for a troubled mind
and at times,
i am all of these things
i found friendship in poetry
and a universe of gratitude
will never be enough
for showing me
a way through the pain
...
poetry saves

- ashley jane

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EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY
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October 23, 2019
 

i craved the open road,
the quiet peace that comes
with being alone,
copper sun shining
on a burning horizon,
the highway sound carried
like whispers on the wind
i wanted to travel the world,
my heart much too big
for this small place
we would climb to the roof
and watch the dark drink in the day
we would make wishes
on moonless nights,
promises that we would escape
i was always one step away
from losing my mind
in this place
but i think i always knew
that you would stay
and you always hoped i would too
we spent our youth
in this back and forth,
but you soon realized
that my running was inevitable
i suppose,
i always assumed
that you’d still be here,
a beacon of light
guiding my eventual retu...

RETRO CAR POSTER
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October 18, 2019
 

we keep a cache of forgotten relics:
an assortment of afterthoughts
secrets stored in jade-stained eyes
a box full of yesterdays
and all the things we left behind
- ashley jane

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LUXE GIFTS
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October 18, 2019
 

an oath in dragon script decorates her skin
it ripples like soft rain beneath black lace,
a storm of letters and lines luring you in
with the magic that is buried in them
they pin you down in back rooms
lit up by the blood moon’s shine
i watch your hands digging for truth
beneath thin layers of walls
you harvest sweet dreams and red velvet wishes,
fingers parting waves of copper strands
meant to keep no one out
she watches with bated breath
as you dance along her curves,
plucking the wicked words from her bones,
the ones that leave you both trembling
her eyes look like pools of electric blue
and she welcomes you to swim in her inner seas,
to dive into the depths of her mystery,
her fire and l...

MY TIME
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October 18, 2019
 

they were built from the soil,
carving pathways where water flows
into the veins of the future
we exist in their bones,
where mountaintops touch ocean depths
they created us long before
our dreams were ever formed,
a divination of untamed nature
decades in the making,
a shining expanse of wilderness
taking up shelter in our souls
we contain pieces and parts
of their ink-stained hearts,
moments and memories
and mysteries from within our ancestors
written inside the thin cracks of city walls,
screaming out from the silence
but we do not listen
we hover on the edges of remembrance,
but we never learn,
too hellbent on our self-destruction to notice
the map full of warnings
we refuse to heed
(w...

POOJA WAHANE SUBMISSION
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October 10, 2019
 

we slip down steep steps,
following a path of shell and stone,
sinking into spaces where mermaids roam,
all our past beginnings buried deep
somewhere far away from shore
and here we are,
our thrill-seeking souls searching,
on a quest to uproot them up again,
as if digging up those old stories
will bring us peace,
as if this dangerous discovery
will provide pleasure to our amorous hearts
but all thats left within that wreckage
is a withering love that holds us hostage,
leaving us to drift in the destruction
(we cannot create a future
if we keep swimming in the same mistakes)

WORDS OF WISDOM
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October 10, 2019
 

in the next county over,
there is a giant causeway
shaped like a four-leaf clover
i follow its twist and turns,
a journey of madness ending in
a slow descent
into a city made for leaving
yet, i just can’t seem to stay away
- ashley jane

BEAUTY OF LIFE
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October 3, 2019
 

we eat worry
with yesterday’s leftovers,
anxiousness swallowed down
with a bit of bread
that we bought with loose change
found between seat cushions
years of empty pockets
have left us accustomed
to its stale taste
it will be another long day today
the poems will have to wait
there is rarely time for writing anymore
if we aren’t working
our time is stolen by daily chores
and doctor appointments
on the rarer days,
when the quiet greets us,
our minds are still consumed
with this sense of foreboding
we can’t seem to escape
it’s rather suffocating,
always falling short of thriving
most days, we’re barely surviving
our wallets are paper thin
and the coffers are empty
our hearts are full though,
a...

EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY
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September 29, 2019
 

september is here
the nights are crowned with darkness
days are lost to sinking shadows,
closing time on a land
once cloaked in sunshine
we stand under a moonlit spell,
blackberry skies
blanketed in stardust
we use the them for light,
their inked pixels creating a map,
a galaxy of constellations
that will always lead us home
- ashley jane

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STARS
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September 29, 2019
 

words sit thick
like cotton on the tongue
waiting to be spun
into a dress of pretty prose
for strangers to wear,
letters and lace to drape
across the shoulders of people
we will never meet,
soul stories told by hands
that hold tendrils of magic
we move between moments,
insomnia written into our bones
because sleep cannot make a home
in minds that do not rest,
in bodies composed
of air and water and hope and pain
we breathe wreckage and desire,
and we are not afraid of either
because we carry the blood
of vikings and warriors in our veins
our hearts wear a shield
made of woven strength
we are resilient
we are infinite
we are poetry
- ashley jane

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INSPIRE THROUGH WORDS
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September 23, 2019
 

ink-smears
decorate the rosewood,
art deeply embedded into the grains,
a vision of the universe
becoming this pastiche
of a starry, starry night
we stand in awe as the moonlight reflects
in each cut and groove,
we are wrapped in warm winds
and the scent of earth,
searching for hidden meanings
and finding truth between the lines

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MELODIC ROSE
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September 23, 2019
 

there are months
when i hardly think of you,
and days when you are ever present,
moments where the quiet sea within me
rages recklessly
and i become a d r i f t
in the anarchy of you
in the chaos that reigns
behind your moonglade eyes
i am drowning in them,
sinking into aquamarine dreams
these bittersweet memories are killing me
slowly
and all at once
i am afraid
that one day
your memories will swallow me whole
- ashley jane

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LET IT GO. MOVE ON
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September 7, 2019
 

we exist in this summer haze,
days trailing into nights
we sit beneath midnight skies
painted obsidian and aubergine,
sipping on Guinness and cider
and talking about life
and love
and the ache of it all
we keep waiting on this new moon
to impart its infinite wisdom,
waiting for stories untold
to unfold amidst the stars
but there is only the echo of absence,
a silence that shakes us
so we fill it
with chatter
with chaos
we get drunk on the noise
because anything is better than this
q u i e t
because anything is better than admitting
we have no clue
what is going on
we sit in shadows cast by starlight
and wait for the sun to rise
(maybe it will share its secrets)
- ashley jane

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MOVEMENT
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September 7, 2019
 

cloud swirls paint abstract beauty
across darkened skies
midnight truths fly free as a bird,
shattering looking glass memories
until all that’s left are figments
floating in the mind of dreamers
- ashley jane

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DARK NIGHT
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September 5, 2019
 

i parked my body by the river
and let my soul take in the view
of daylight skies
draped in a nepenthe
of whispers and sunrise
and this amazing thing called
p e a c e
i am addicted to the way
this quiet sings
i wrapped myself in slivers of nature
and let my heart be pierced with love
i watched night fall
into the arms of the land
and it held me too,
in its beautiful darkness
in its celestial magic
in its authenticity and truth
i took a midnight journey
within the stars,
and they soothed the anxiousness
of my meandering mind
they eased the ache in my tired bones
they provided a sanctuary,
a purity of purpose,
a promise
a beautiful breath of hope
(i am finally home)
- ashley jane

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LONE SOULS
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August 30, 2019
 

her eyes hold the summer solstice,
sunlight shimmering through them
as she soothes the roaring riptides
she is the ebb and flow of rolling waves
she swims beneath the surface of blueberry seas
poppy blossoms bloom like fire on cherry red lips,
smoke and poetry filtering through them
as she flies within an opaque kiss of clouds
she holds the soul of a mermaid
and the heart of a dragon
she stitches heaven and earth together
with a wave of silver
and a flicker of gold
- ashley jane

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SUMMER IS A STATE OF MIND
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August 27, 2019
 

sunlight beckons,
wisps of lemonade light
across blush skies
i will place typewritten letters
in old glass bottles
they will sail on silken waves,
little sips for those whose hearts
require escape from the winter dreary
(come closer - let these words warm your bones)
- ashley jane

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BARE FOOT
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August 24, 2019
 

we are creators,
melding mindful moments into magic
we spin sunlight and shadow
into poetry
that mends open wounds
and heals heavy hearts
some days, we make art
others, we become it
- ashley jane

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DEEP LOVE
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August 23, 2019
 

the years accumulate,
filling the space between us
we live in the margins,
avoiding shallow waters
filled with hollow words
we’re all fake smiles
and bitter reminders
and thinly veiled distaste,
the ghosts of what once was
i suppose
i always thought
we’d find our way back
but apparently
some bridges
were made to burn
- ashley jane

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THE SUN
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August 18, 2019
 

i unlock the moonlight
and dip my fingers
in the divine connection
i weave threads of its shimmer
into a ravel of hibiscus,
translating beauty
into a new language
that only exists
in these petals of protection
guarded by ocean waves
the seagulls sing their approval,
already versed in the intricacies
of each new letter
i hope you learn its every curve
and paint the world
in powerful poetry
- ashley jane

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LONE SOULS
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August 17, 2019
 

we reign in the dream sea,
the waves crashing into us in random synchronicity
as we call them home
they recognize the salt living in our bones,
the breath of oceans roaring in our souls
we sit on thrones made of sequins and stars,
dressed in crowns of precious coral
we swim beneath the surface of your subconscious,
modern kings and queens ushering in
the realm of sleep
here, we are royalty
here, we hold hands with the moon
and become one with the tide
- ashley jane

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HORIZON
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August 12, 2019
 

we are moonlight and shadows,
rain-kissed stolen moments under open skies,
we come together on soft, dark nights
to bare our souls to the constellations:
in stardust we trust
we are no longer held captive
by hard hearts and rough hands
call us the chosen,
the free,
the kindred
- ashley jane

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STARS
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August 8, 2019
 

sunrise paints the sky
with a breath of poetry,
all cantaloupe and mint
and the same misty morning blue
that lives in your eyes
we speak in silent languages,
in wisps and wants,
in feathery clouds that flutter
gently against your skin,
in silent pictures etched
across the landscape of time
we are the dream weavers,
the designers of daybreak
wind-kissed summer souls
on the horizon of your mind
we carry warmth in our bones
(we will thaw your winter heart)
- ashley jane

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SUNSET PEAKS
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August 7, 2019
 

i am walking forwards,
but time is moving backwards
and somehow,
i keep tracing your footsteps
i keep running into you
you celebrate
you call it fate,
but you know i’ve never believed in that
not the way i believe in ghosts
or horoscopes
or bonds that can’t be broken
i am trapped
i am fickle and indecisive
i am whispered dreams
standing at the edge of a scream
but never a follower
no, never
so, will you tell me please
why time has me coming around here,
visiting the minutes of your manipulation,
caught in the seconds of your stare
(i do not like the way these hours feel)
- ashley jane

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WHITE CLOCK
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August 3, 2019
 

summer always reminds me of her,
the feel of line dried clean sheets,
the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam
being made in the kitchen
along with fresh bread
and fig cake with pomegranate
i wait by the window for the june rains,
the heat ushering in wistful memories
of the woman who held the solstice in her soul

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FIND THE BEAUTY IN EVERY DAY
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