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breathwords

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Writer. Wonderer. Wanderer. Aquarius. I Study Minds & Addiction. Poetry is my Drug. | breathwords.com | Author of Love, Lies and Lullabies
February 14, 2020
 

we sip on spilled tea,
chamomile and calendula
laced with the bitter leaves
of yesterday’s drama
told on repeat,
a potent potion
of transparent truths
served in a crystal glass
(we dress it up fancy, you know)
we choke it down
and chase it
with a bit of
lighthearted talk
about the weather
and the latest season of AHS
(we should’ve just stuck to tequila)
- ashley jane

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I NEED A DRINK
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February 14, 2020
 

the sky is a jeweled canvas,
flecks of magic within a sea of black
i feel the cool touch of autumn
making its home in my abandoned bones,
and i can breathe once more
- ashley jane

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STARS
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February 11, 2020
 

behind closed doors,
i disappear
if sleep came knocking,
he would not find me here
this aching abyss
is no place for dreams
only pieces
of broken bones and memories
i struggle to reside
in a place where thoughts collide:
struggle and yearning,
reveling in the past,
in what we were ages before
when we thought we knew it all,
when all we knew was nothing,
endless torture battling with a need
to relive e v e r y t h i n g
i draw a line in the sand,
take shelter in the silence
they said the heart cannot miss
what it does not remember
so in defiance
far overdue
i shattered the parts
that were stained with you

- ashley jane

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THE DOOR IS OPEN
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February 5, 2020
 

sorrow
is carried in these uneven breaths
i gasp
but there is no exhale
because it sits within
all the words i kept inside
in every single last goodbye,
even the ones long forgotten

sorrow
is carried in the shadows
creeping up my spine,
i wait
and they come calling
just past midnight,
far too many ghosts
for one heart to hold
but no crosses or candles or incense
can bury a soul-deep ache

sorrow
is carried within the flecks of wishes,
the ones unheard,
a trail stardust left behind
it settles into the ground
and i hope
something new will bloom
when the sun brings a new season,

but sorrow says
‘forget-me-not’

- ashley jane

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WOMAN
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February 5, 2020
 

earth hovers
in a galaxy of goddesses
saturn dresses in iris rings
neptune is wrapped in waves
of amber and amethyst
venus descends,
february stars shimmering
like pearls in her hair
and we are
enchanted,
two hearts in the snow
we revel in the beautiful cold,
in the light of a full moon,
in showers of pure magic
the world is falling together
mercifully
and so are we
- ashley jane

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ENDLESS STARS
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January 25, 2020
 

there are leaves
spilling from my teacup
they caress my mind,
a sip of burdock and a hint of lime
i am somewhere between dreams
it’s all fire and ice and glass trees
i bend the spine and climb,
my dark heart reaching for sunlight
but the frost snaps
and the earth burns
and the clouds are made of ash
and i can’t see through
this black and white
this beginning of ends
the wind sings a sundown song
but there is nothing delicate
in its reminder
in its sound
the world
is rapidly wearing out
i
am rapidly wearing out
we
will
soon
fade
away
- ashley jane

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SUNSET PEAKS
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January 24, 2020
 

lightning strikes
the soul of her sorrow,
and down she drifts,
a beautiful mind
with a heart like an anchor
i watched her
swept up in the storm,
carried away by a waterfall of worry
her eyes once shined
like copper rings ignited by the sun itself,
but the light went out with the sinking
i keep finding myself
searching these waves of uncertainty,
waiting for her to reappear
you tell me it’s foolish
but i know the tides are changing
and soon she will rise from the depths
because mermaids always find their way
back to the surface

HORIZON
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January 22, 2020
 

i feast on winter’s savagery,
relish in each spot of cold perfection,
wrap myself up in the shadows it brings,
lush velvet darkness filled with fragile magic
that knows how to turn blood to beauty,
how to turn bones to ashes
i host a fiery funeral in the fog
where the ghosts let me set things ablaze
i light the pyre with sparklers and goodbyes
and burn away your name
i whisper spells and secrets
to a million desert stars
as they shoot across the sky
and then
it’s finally time to begin again
i breathe in every crisp wind
and watch the sunlight paint the night

- ashley jane

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BLIZZARD
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January 19, 2020
 

i watched you purify your world
with your lavender and sage,
the way you’d create your own
little secluded sanctuary,
secure in this piece of peace you’d made
you sip your chamomile tea and ask me
how i survive all the chaos
and i want to tell you how i hate it,
but if i am honest,
i don’t really know what to do
when everything is calm
you hold so strongly to your beliefs
but I don’t know how to be sure of anything,
so i cling to doubt and faith alike
you assume that i am stubborn and restless,
but it’s more that
i don’t know how to feel when i am still,
so i am always running away
from anything that demands certainty
i burn bridges because
the miles are dark when you’re alone,
and i need the...

BE ONE
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January 19, 2020
 

do you remember
those summers down by the lake?
friendships kindled with kept secrets
and the help of fruity drinks, a straw and umbrella
we’d sit for hours under the sun,
watch it slip over the horizon
so the starlight could shine
these days,
you’ll often find me lost in thought,
caught up in the nostalgia,
daydreaming of a place
that doesn’t really exists anymore,
of the people we once were
home still tastes like dark rum and apricot
it still sounds like laughter and loud music
but how do you find something
that’s been lost for years?

- ashley jane

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January 18, 2020
 

i hang dahlias by the entrance
i plant mums in the cemetery dirt
i put the irises and lilies
in a vase by the window
but i rise with violets in my eyes
i was born from their petals of promise
- ashley jane

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CELEBRATE EVERY TINY VICTORY
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January 13, 2020
 

this body of mine is fire born,
raised on pain and delicate resilience
and an ongoing (bad) habit
of taking on more than i can handle
my mind is an origami ocean,
creased and folded,
flowing with a list
of places that i will never visit
sinking beneath each wave of disquiet
i always feels just a bit incomplete,
chasing elusive ruby skies that i will never see,
searching for adventure in garnet dreams
they tell me to wake
as if i were simply asleep
as if the sun would help
my heart to beat
no, no, no
that salt in the wound
leaves a bitter sting
and besides,
this heart of mine is a rebel,
daring and deviant,
a reckless racing disaster zone
destined for a sudden stumble
it forgets what happens a...

HEARTBREAK
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January 12, 2020
 

some days,
i like to lose myself,
drift between the minds of others,
hoping for a slow disintegration
from the aching of my own
i watch the girl searching for love in the city,
the couple arguing on their morning commute,
the man with worry written all over his face
we are so close that you can see
our breath colliding in the cold,
but he barely registers my presence,
far too concerned with escaping
the ghosts that linger behind his eyes
have you ever noticed how unaware we are?
how easily we move between each other,
touching but not connecting?
we are strangers on different paths,
a blur existing only on the edges,
background noise in someone else’s life
- ashley jane
‘sonder’

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LONE SOULS
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January 4, 2020
 

a decade descends
into yesterday’s ashes,
minutes moving rapidly
despite the debris
you say we must push forward,
that the lesson is in the journey,
that each second brings clarity
even when the dawn is gray
and smoke-stained
because time is a phoenix
but i am not quite ready
to rise from the flames
i am still wandering
down the same empty halls,
lost in this liminal space
while you stand without fear
in the fire of tomorrow
ready to be remade by the blaze
(i’m still struggling
to get through today)
- ashley jane

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A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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December 21, 2019
 

the light-giver sheds her shadows
like a sacred circle of sunlight
claiming freedom from a melancholy eclipse
her amber glow moves across the sand dunes,
reaching for the ripples of a lapis sea
and i unwind my own threads of night
for a dalliance with daybreak
- ashley jane

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BEAUTY OF LIFE
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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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A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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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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