ASHER

Joined June 2022

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Writer, poet, dreamer, all around mess.

This is for you, the fellow humans who call themselves baggage & broken edges, and for those who dare to love them.

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my monster and me
at 14, you crawled inside my body and I never could quite get you out but I could feel something beat, beat, beating to be let go
By ASHERabout a year ago in Poets
in the wild
where the sky meets the sea, past the mountains and trees, find me - where the blues meet green
By ASHERabout a year ago in Poets
desiderium
I still hear your song weaving through the wild blue skies - oh, how missed you are
By ASHERabout a year ago in Poets
everywhere and nowhere at all
if your soul is like glass: beautifully cut pieces of creativity, radiating light into a million different colors ‏‏‎ ‎ then my soul is like sand:
By ASHER2 years ago in Poets
main character syndrome
I can stare out the window play a sad song and imagine the world is still following along but my book had its last chapter
By ASHER2 years ago in Poets
all I have is an empty galaxy
breaking the spell one drink at a time one touch and one kiss and one more hungry night at a time the farther and farther
By ASHER2 years ago in Poets
what is the difference really between being high and being holy?
Once when I was a kid I got stuck in the undertow a wave that reached the heavens was barreling toward me as if to deliver me to those gates
By ASHER2 years ago in Poets
Depression
I used to draw all the time as a kid until the world fell apart and I didn’t know how to pick up a pen that’s what depression is
By ASHER2 years ago in Poets
I am in love with
I love the whisper of trees an hour past midnight ‏‏‎ ‎ the silence of darkened wind on my cheek as stars sing high above
By ASHER2 years ago in Poets
baggage & broken edges
piece by piece I pick up my broken edges like sea glass in the wind ‏‏‎ ‎ I’m learning to make a mosaic, you see to fit the colors into a new pattern
By ASHER2 years ago in Poets
The Converging of Moons
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. They came one night like the first snow of the year, silent and sudden, bringing the peace and wonder that can only come with light in the dark expanse of winter. On their backs were the Fae, silver hair dancing like strings of moonlight plucked from the sky, with skin ranging from the stars to the spaces between.
By ASHER2 years ago in Fiction

ASHER

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my monster and me

in the wild

desiderium

everywhere and nowhere at all

main character syndrome

all I have is an empty galaxy

what is the difference really between being high and being holy?

Depression

I am in love with

baggage & broken edges

The Converging of Moons

Stories (11/0)