Ashe Taylor

Reeking putridly from the grave, those green eyes stare vacantly into mine. Although I know better, I can't shake the sense that the smirk upon their face is one of foreboding. That my fate is cursed in madness from the mere act of disturbing the burial. Still, my debts must be paid.

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suffering in solitude,
the world collapsed
in shades of grey.
me and my thoughts
a silent, mourning vigil
of fears, doubts, insecurities
i beg for it to end
to let me breathe
to give me rest
from slow, isolating,
decaying death

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Bones lay scattered across the house in nooks and crannies and as added padding for the walls. A place, abandoned in time, where evil pixies played with human lives as if they were merely dolls in their twisted game of make believe.

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Vast universes trembled into nothingness as the titan watched in silent awe. He had watched the rise and fall of civilizations, all headstrong & unaware of the eternal folly of greed; the prank bestowed upon them all.

Wary he'd soon meet his end, he got down on his knees and prayed.

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For years, I've fought against my shadow: the odious blight clinging to my side. It had become small, manageable, hardly recognizable, as i shined brighter than the ethereal sun; but, like Icarus, I flew too high, ignoring the rules of life. That even the shadow must have its day.

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a half-remembered dream
dressed in angel white
a funeral; mine
more alive in death
than i've ever felt in life

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the dark shadows lurked,
hidden just outside of human grasp

watching, perched
trickling through the gaps

in silence, you're besmerched
the evil mischief now unmasked.

heaven's over now.

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The elm tree on Shirley Lane stood tall as always with its large canopy providing the perfect place to rest. Summers have passed since my last visit, but as I lie beneath the limbs, I feel my soul bringing me back to what once was.

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Sparrow at my window,
Looks down at me,
A girl only thirty-three
Trying her best to be free.

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Thank you 💜

Very merrily,
She changed her perspective
From anxiety and gloom
To violets in bloom

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The amount of people who post up at this one particular coffee shop is a peculiarity in itself.

Enveloped in solitude, her small stature and docile curls made others presume her innocence.
No one would suspect that the little miss held malice in her heart. ☺️🔪

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Silvery taffeta coiled itself around her creamy, smooth legs, trembling seductively at my slightest touch. Greedily, I tugged her chin, to make her eyes look into mine, as my fingers inched between her thighs.

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I'd appreciate it 😏

Me too. It's been on my calendar for months 😅

Thank you for hosting 🩵

As a girl, I dreamed of far away places and towers up in the sky. Nowadays; I think of home, where my soul connects to ancestors old. A place where legends carry on.

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The Dust Bowl stirred as death knocked with famine's touch. Survival on the trail was unlikely; yet, it was the only hope they had to survive the surmounting drought.

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Thank you. These are great prompts; I don't think I've ever written about my family's legacy before.

decades later, the old prairie home was passed down to a tradesman whose sole mission was to refurbish the home. in his pursuit, he found many guides: sketchbooks, blueprints, dolls used as insulation, buried treasures in plain site. overtime, with diligence, the house would be restored.
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a little house, small, but proud, stood on a patch of solid ground. inside that prairie home, the family started building roots; not just for them, but for generations to come.

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Thank you. ☺️

down dirt roads the wagon train rattled and groaned. a family of four -- with one on the way -- packed everything they owned with hopes of finding a new place to call home.

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That slight moment of panic when you're not sure if you got your friend's kid's name correct.

To quote Taylor Swift, "I hate it here."

gently humming to herself, the girl let her wild spirit guide her path. down fields of wildflowers, she stopped at once, fascinated by the sunflower lazily soaking up the sun. she sat down beneath it, listening intently as the sunflower taught her how to rest.

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The ultimate water sausage compilation:

I swear, something about coming home late and taking off my makeup makes me feel so grown

Sometimes, on days filled with magic and merriment, the golden hour rays hit at just the right time to illuminate the soul.

#poetry ☀️ 🌙