My Troubled Youth,
i was 15 years old and my brother, tony, was 16. we left home one weekend and ended up staying in a border town in mexico for two weeks. it all started when we met a couple of guys from laredo. they were looking for a ride back home and my brother’s friend, elise, promptly offered up her car. they requested that we first stop off in austin. it was the opposite direction of where they were headed but being the naïve teens that we were, we willingly drove them. the two guys ventured out to sell what they smuggled in from mexico. (apparently, the pills they had were a huge success in austin). meanwhile, elise’s car was having some issues and when the damn thing died, i had t...
I like this paper because it’s so vibrant and colorful.
Today I am very tired, I didn’t want to get out of bed but I did because I have 2 jobs and I need to earn money to pay bills but I do wish I could have stayed in bed.
Work was ok today but still stressed out and want to sleep.
Good news is I started packing! It’s not a lot but it’s better than not packing. Need to get my overnight bag set first then the suitcase next.
I really want to stay home and not go to Florida, I know you may think I’m crazy for saying that but it’s how I feel.
Not much else is new but I did want to say that I may not write in letters everyday while on vacation but will try.
Going to bring my knittin...
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Hello everyone! How are you? I’m hoping Monday is treating you well. I am trying to get stuff together because I’m going to Florida Friday morning.
I’m going with family and we are driving down so that means leaving very early Friday morning.
I haven’t packed anything and I need an overnight bag with all my needs which seems like a lot! I’m sure it’s not but I need to pack. Then pack my suitcase too.
It’s crazy because I’m also working both my jobs before leaving! I don’t have much time for anything and I need to clean out the guinea pig cage before we leave.
I did start getting laundry together to start washing tonight so I can dry it and then start packing.
So stay tuned on the adven...
The world is so full of possibilities, both pretty and bad, which is exactly why existence is such a questionable quantity.
Never ending questions have always probed me ever since I remember, purpose, meaning, joy, freedom...? Just one worded questions.
The deeper I tried to delve, the farther away they seemed to sail.
Choice, I realised was the one thing which could help us row through the ocean of possibilities...and merrily so.
I realised the more we travel the more we see, the more we see, within.
Travelling is unraveling inside and out too. A writer keeps is secrets between his/her words and the traveller keeps his/her stories within their eyes.
So read and travel is what...
We only understand the things we can relate to.
Rest, we have to hear twice!
Hace 6 años
tu ciudad no conocía,
y ahora cada calle y plaza que recorres,
son las que yo cruzaré algún día.
Cada parque, el Bioparc
o la Albufera
son sitios que ahora sólo están en
la mente de una viajera,
pero que pronto serán
los recuerdos de una pareja.
Las Fallas veré
junto a ti, mi Javier,
me asombraré con cada figura
tan bien montada,
sonreiré y te miraré
cuando vea alguna enamorada.
De tu mano iría
y tú serías mi familia
y tu ciudad,
...se volvería la mía.
I wish I could carry your heart
In my hand
Or the pocket
Of my shirt
Where it embraces
Through a curtain
Of translucent skin.
I wish I could keep your heart
In the drawer
Of my study table
Or between the pages
Of my favorite
I wish I could place your heart
Under the pillow
While I went to sleep
Or just thought about
Sometimes during day,
Or if I could just
On the desk
In my classroom
On the notebook
And pen down stories
About how it breaks
And how it bleeds.
I wish I could have your heart
If not your soul
I wish I could have your heart
If not you.
On angel's wings you were taken away
but in my heart you will always stay.
I will hear your whispers
in the tallest trees
feel your love in that gentle breeze.
And when I find, I miss you the most
inside our sweet memories
I will hold you close.
You are a pure soul watching over me
with all comfort and blessing you bring,
to embrace my heart and hold it close
forever on those angel's wings.
we were the rebel youth,
the reckless souls running into the wild
we chased adventure
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:
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
I know I have been away, but I have been working so hard.
I still have a lot to learn, but trust me, we have advanced so much in the last months. I hope you are proud of me. We keep battling, we keep fighting, and we are finally seeing results.
It hasn't been easy, and you know that. So, thank you again for all the support during all this years and for not losing your faith in me. I appreciate it, my friend.
Keep praying for me. I will keep you in my thoughts.
We are growing together. Let's stay strong.
Success and Love
People dance when the music comes in,
And they cry when the words hit them.
Just a little tale of melody. Of words making love to music.
Amidst friendships and euphoria,
And love beside them with a cigarette dangling.
Between those stages
Of subconscious and consciousness
A safe haven.
But somewhere between the search
Of reality and truth
I looked around
That would heal.
The one that would leave scars
To bring back
And the euphoria
The back and forth
Back and forth
Time and Time again.
Never had I known
You're not of me
But I am
Of you, yours
The words clung on to the scarred skin to weave stories.
Set them free
Craving for a touch,
Of the moonlight.
And they were stars.
Part of a constellation.
And a constellation
Shining in the sky above.
It’s never been an option for me to travel. Leave this Country, take a flight and see some places of other countries. It was so unreal I not even took time just to check out online how it would work.
I m visually Impaired with a macular degeneration in both eyes and no possibilities so I have my challenges.
But I have a very good friend in London and he always said „ sure you can..“ and it sounds so easy. I just laughing and shake my head „no...“
„I show you..“ ..
We bought a ticket for flights
Book a hotel for two nights and that’s it...
So easy cause I /we just did it..
I also got an assistance for helping me in the airport.
The Day came closer and I still not belie...
And a poetess
Fell in love.
And their union
Like a night sky
A star and the moon
Playing hide and seek
Behind the covers
Dripping down their
With drops of rum
And their stories
Clinging to each other
Of their wrenched hearts.
And a poetess
Fell in love.
Like the evening sky
Where the day kisses
And the heavens blush
In the open
On their skins
And honey dripped
Off their skins.
Their sensuous touches
Through each other's bodies
Like a dead leaf
I peel off the skin,
A little burnt,
From the scorching
Between my lips.
I peel off the skin,
Slowly and steadily.
Dead as it is,
A part of me.
A part you kissed
A little burnt
Since you left
And most importantly
I peel it off
I embrace someone,
And they don't
What it was like,
If she's better
Or you were...
I am long socks and cozy sweaters
Knitted warmth in winter weather
My earthen mug and coffee brewed
Resemble my eyes brownish hue
I am the splintered pine and blazing hearth
Shedding light unto my darth
I am every screw and nail
The reaching flower and harvested kale
I am salty wind
I am shaping sea
I am the rock they smash rhythmically
To this place ive always known
But yet shown
Take me home