Ash Levi Von Stein

Ash Levi Von Stein Jan 2017

Stalker

He watches them.
He follows behind just out of sight.
He contacts them trying to get with them.
He harrases them until he get what he wants.
He finally can't take the distance.
He attacks them.
He assaults them.
He violates them.
He leaves them in the park alone crying.
HE CONTINUES TO FOLLOW THEM.
He gets what he wants and still wants more.
He abuses them.

This is about my stalker I have. This is for a mature audience. Trigger Warning ahead. My stalker ***** me one day and left me there crying. He still follows me after three years of stalking me. He hasn't given up on me. He doesn't respect me and he abuses me when he sees me in the halls of my school.

#abuse #stalker #followedeveryday #leftfordead

Ash Levi Von Stein Dec 2016

Remember

Do you remember when you loved me?
Do you remember when you were my everything?
Do you remember that you had me around your little finger?
Well remember this.
I am free from your grasp.

This is about my first girlfriend

#love #ex #freedom #remember

Ash Levi Von Stein Dec 2016

Passion

He looks at her with hungry eyes wanting to taste her.
He wants to feel how wet she is between his fingers.
He wants to feel the flushness on her face while he plays with her.
He wants to taste her neck as he messes with her.
He wants her so bad it hurts.
He wants to give her that feeling that he gets when she teases him.
He wants to f* her with every fiber of his being. Not in a bad way but in a way that he wants to show her how much he loves her. And how beautiful her body truly is.
He wants to hear her moans and feel her grip tighten as he speeds up and goes deeper.
He wants to feel free with her. To feel something he never felt with the others. To feel passionate love that so many has told him about.
He wants to feel free and in control.
He wants to feel her body against his. The pressure the feeling of being so close that the fine hairs on their bodies intertwine.

Sorry that this is a bit longer than the normal stuff I write but this is just my feelings.

#love #feelings #passion #***

Ash Levi Von Stein Dec 2016

Short Story

"I was her's but she was never mine to begin with..."

~Unknown

Sorry forgot to give credit to the original writer event tho they are unknown still felt bad i did that.

#hers

Ash Levi Von Stein Dec 2016

I Miss Her

I miss her smell.
It calms me down when I am panicked and anxious. The smell helps me feel safe and helps me sleep.
I miss her touch.
The feeling of her touching my arms or just holding my hand makes my emotions rage throughout my body.
I miss her being around me.
It keeps me safe just being next to her. We don’t even need to talk or communicate but just knowing that in the silence that we both care for each other and we can sit in silence without it being awkward.

I miss her so much.

#love #heartbroken

Ash Levi Von Stein Dec 2016

Her heart

Love.
The feeling I get when I am with her and the only one I have felt it towards.
Hate.
Something that I can never feel towards her.
Happiness.
The overwhelming feeling when I am next to her and by her side.
Passion.
When I kiss her I just want to kiss her forever and hold her close to me.
Loyalty.
I will stay loyal to her and never stray from her.

I wrote this about my current girlfriend.

#love #hate #passion #happiness #loyalty

Ash Levi Von Stein Dec 2016

Lost Soul

The darkness makes the the empty soul that wonders aimlessly trying to find something to save it. Something that will give it meaning once more. The soul wonders the dark world it once walked before tragedy struck it's iron grasp on them. The soul walks the back streets of the town it once called home. It returned to the dark school that took it's life in the first place. The soul walked the abandon halls once more before students enter the building. They visited the place where they died. There was someone there. Someone at the wondering souls memorial. A girl cries while on her knees and her head in her hands. She is weeping over the one that lost their soul. The wondering soul walks over and places a hand on the girls shoulder. She looks up and see the spirit of the one that had died no more then a day ago. There was a light in her eyes. The soul spoke quietly and quickly and asked for forgiveness. And the girl held the souls hand and spoke simply, " I forgive you." The soul felt the light and the freedom from the earth. The soul kissed her hand and just disappeared.

This is a story I wrote in the 8th grade