ashley-kindrex
American
Hey I'm Ashley. I like Science-Fiction,Horror, and Fantasy genre books. I also love classic literature. My favorite writers/poets are H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, Fyodor Dostoevsky and Emily Dickinson. I write poetry to help me clear my mind. Thanks for reading and I appreciate constructive criticism and commentary :-]
Your eyes
Shaped like diamonds and brown
They exhibit so much emotion
Although they can’t make a single sound
Your lips
They are against your pale skin and ruby red
They look as though they belong to a zombie
So hauntingly beautiful, lifeless, and dead
Your voice
So magical, low, and monotone
Raspy and ****
From when you speak, to when you moan
Your body
Curved as an interstate highway
If you would only let me
With it, I would have my way
But your personality
I could fall in love with
For all your physical attributes
Can’t compete with it
You’re beauty on the outside
Can’t measure to how amazing you are on the inside.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
Time changes everything
Whether we are close or not
Whether I meant something to you
Or if I'm something you've forgot
Time can bring people closer together
After being worlds apart
Or it can simply cause us to drift away
In each other's hearts
Time can change our feelings and emotions
It can warp our perception of things
It can bring change as much as the ocean
From being dangerous into a calm sea
Time can also make us better
Turning us into a more respectable person
Reminding us of the weather
As time turns a storm into a day filled with sun
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
I wish to be someone
Who can be proud of what I've done
I want to be someone who can
Be content with all that I am
I want to be able to see
All the good things about me
I want to be able to grow
Into someone who knows
That she is worthy of happiness
And a life filled with bliss
A person who deserves to smile
For she has what she needs, for now
Someone whose life may not be perfect
But she is happy, for she deserves it
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
It hurts, how it hurts the soul.
To watch the one I love ignore me so.
To simply lose interest in me and all the strange things that I do.
To find out that you can be happy without me too.
To see that your days can be bright without me around
To know that you don't need me to lift you when you are down
You’ll forget me, for I am no longer needed nor wanted by you.
When someone mentions me, you will simply ask,“Who?"
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC