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The wheat harvest is Magickal, and you have always invited me into your damp crypt.
Apples are ripe when Demeter searches for her lost offspring, amidst shades of nocturnal eroticism.
Therefore, let us now bake bread with feminine or masculine features in the name of Southern rhythms where the hunt takes place upon acreage of the aristocracy.
Do you have any regrets or farewells in this season?
Let it flow like a bubbling brook through woodlands of this recollected netherworld.
 Jun 2014 Ashley Williams
ZWS
I'm on autopilot
So I can talk to myself
Stop trying to hack into me
I need the space
Maybe I'll never come out
But if you break the circuit
Between me and my robot
You're not going to like what you see

There's a connection buzzing in the back of my earpiece
I can hear static voices trying to reach through to me
But I don't know how to tune the connection
I'm not even looking for the dial

So I threw your voice against the wall
It's always been hard when you're in a hole
I'm trying to guide this plane, but I'm just descending
Never thought I'd need a co-pilot
Never thought I'd hear again

Till I heard your voice speaking from the corner of my room, "I love you"
When I'm naked on the ground, confused
You taught me how to walk again, you gave me shoes
This is seven-twenty-seven three to ground control, I think I'm going to be okay
College is a cancer clinic.
At this university, you either live long enough to die,
or die until you want to live.
Kids drag backpacks like bags of morphine,
and are attached to their planners like they are their heart monitors.
You do your own chemotherapy,
as you poison yourself with debt,
and Friday night nickel shots.
My gaze ascends over a hue of celery
officially labeled "yellow wax pepper"
but most definitely a gentle backdrop
holding securely the reminders
of all the love the world has given me.
My toothless, cow-licked, mussed-up babes....
perfect in every way.
Across the room
a single stem stands straight and tall
deep magenta peony
plucked and giddily gifted.
A token of sweet adoration
and a gentle reminder to receive love
when it is offerred.  
Under the canopy of my white tree
the green green leaves
comfort me.
A sanctuary, my own little world
in which I can listen
for the chatter and giggles
lose myself in wonder anew
awash in a world-true.
simple pleasures :-)
Flibber flabber

          Jibber Jabber

I see the

          Flubber shudder,

Only a periphery.

          From my distance

And my perspective

           Matters of such unimportance

Sunken, rotting

          At the bottom of the sea
My armor may be a bit rusty but I've won every battle with it.  Some people, sadly, get their only pleasure from trespassing, invading and hurting others.  I will consider myself fortunate, despite my scars, that I live my life... and only mine...not as a ****** hoarding stolen moments from others.        Pax
 Jun 2014 Ashley Williams
Chloe
You are a beauty that echoes in my eyes
Sparks dance along your corners and curves
Your smile pulls at the edge of my mouth every time
I’d like your shirt crumpled on my bedroom floor.
Because when it comes down to it darling
I need your fingers to make love with mine
Kiss me like the air from my lungs is ambrosia
Hold me like we could meld desire in our sighs
You are in the curl of my toes and the arch of my back
My half lidded eyes and weakened knees
The gentle spark in the nerves down my spine
The flush down my chest and the flare in my cheeks
Your molecules form constellations behind my eyes
Your imperfections fit my missing parts like peace
I will murmur you so wickedly high
Because you’re beautiful when loving me.
Sins and Graces (1/7)

Not my usual style/topic (which makes me really nervous agh) but my friends have been wonderfully reassuring about this one so...here you go! If I've f'd up the Greek, please yell at me/give me the correct translation! Next in the series should be out in a bit, so long as I don't procrastinate too much.
 Jun 2014 Ashley Williams
Ady
Have you felt the caress of rain
like a cautious, caring lover soothing pain away.
Touched the night sky with your gaze
felt it reciprocate with no haste.
Have you ever loved what no other had dared
adored?
Out of fear of the beauty of the unknown.
Sighed along with the thunder of a storm,
being captured in the flash of lightening strike.
Have you felt and failed,
despaired and wailed,
thought and smiled;
Let the clamour of the rain wash away the fears,
the tears?
Take a moment, breathe, remember your sanity
is far more important.
Have you had a moment for yourself today?
I think people need a reminder to take care of themselves.
Breathe okay? Just take a little moment today.
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