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bought another journal i'll never write in.
i collect blank pages to fill the void collecting dust
somewhere between heaven and earth.
a purgatory of missed chances and endless opportunities.
a star; exploding through the cosmos
swallowing matter whole.
supernova metamorphosis.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew Fromma day ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
Me. Literally me. Also, you zoomed out, and kept zooming. Beautiful structure, beautiful chaos back into a cosmic order. WOW.
Whoaaaa, this blew my mind! It was so relatable! Loved your ethereal poem!
That second line - so relatable!
I felt this one. Don't give up...those journals will find your pen when the time is right! This was so well done in so few words, though! Impressive bit of writing, as always, Ashley!
relatable and well written
oh! tell me more! <3
This is too perfect because I no joke bought a new journal today! I’m sure it will soon join my huge stack of half-used notebooks 😆
Guess it's time to start filling up those journals. You have great stories to tell!
Awesome!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️
It's nice to know I'm not the only one who buys journals that I will probably never write in. Great job, Ashley!