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Solitary Smile by ashforsh, literature

Sculpting by ashforsh, literature

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Sculpting

Start fresh canvas anew a block of untouched marble. Sitting… waiting for the first mark on her immaculate surface. She anticipates the scoring, the sculpting, the molding. Every new mark, all excess shed, a new masterpiece comes into vision. She was once a new, untouched soul; now she is molded, a beautiful sculpted work of art, carved by time and careful hands. She is a sculpture, magnificent and bold, carved by love, scorn, and experience.

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Every Moment by ashforsh, literature

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Forgotten by ashforsh, literature

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Forgotten

Wind whispers through the bare, dying branches, uttering faint lullabies of past memories. All of their words, all of the times we once were sailing away with dead, lifeless leaves. Limp feelings, emotionless thoughts now run its course through my veins, rooting itself in my soulless cell. Fond memories, once a seemingly daily reality, now a missed pastime, continue to mutter through the brittle limbs. A strong trunk ratted with holes, whistles, calling me to its beautiful body. I lay my body down weak tired forgotten under its coverless shelter. My body becomes weathered, a part of this masterpiece which carries my me

Flutter by ashforsh, literature

Silly Little Game by ashforsh, literature

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Silly Little Game

Play your silly little game with me, play your cards. Cards dealt with such negligence, as you bluff using 'imperial' wit. I don't take your bait, So I wait, I wait. I call your 'smooth' bluff, win this hand, to beat your silly little game. All in. My hand a three of a kind. I match you, all goes in, calling your sly little bluff. Royal flush, you flash your hand. Take all that I ever worked for, my happiness and joy, that was rightfully mine. Your silly little game, not so silly anymore….

Unknowing Mother by ashforsh, literature

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Unknowing Mother

Something so small, it can't fend for itself. Meek, powerless, unable to control. A helpless creature, dependent on the action of its caretaker. A caretaker whom does not take care of the unborn soul hidden within her. She is small unable to carry the mystery which resides in her. Withering away inside her, the being slowly disappears, her mother not even aware of her existence. This creature, so weak and needy killed by an unknowing mother trying to forget her torturous past.

Sculpting by ashforsh, literature

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Sculpting

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Why mother? by ashforsh, literature

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Why mother?

A child, A small toddler questions her mother. Why mommy? Her mother answers, because I said so, love. The child simply nods, waddling away. As the child grows, she needs a bit more, an explanation. Why momma? Her mother answers, because it was wrong, dear. The daughter scrunches her face, yet, she seems satisfied. The child is now older, a teenager, hoping for more reason. Why mother? Her mother answers, very sternly, Because what you've done could have gotten you killed, and you are being punished. Please do not do it again. The daughter stomps up the stairs. She yells, I hate you, slamming her door shaking the ho

Black Depths of the Night by ashforsh, literature

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Black Depths of the Night

Light begins to dwindle, slowly receding beyond the horizon. Colors blanketing the sky diminishes, fading into black. You pull me closer, shielding me from the unknown darkness that is holding our gaze. Our song plays in the distance, gently wrapping us in its beautiful melody. Stars begin to show their shining faces, beginning to sparkle, a vast diamond mine stars glimmering through the black depths of the night sky. Our song continues to float through the air, as you lift me into your arms, we begin to dance. Your fingers interlacing mine, I squeeze your hand tighter gazing deep into your blue eyes. Holding me in your a

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To Be Able... by ashforsh, literature

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To Be Able...

One foot in front of the other, one step at a time, regaining your balance with every stride, growing more confident each time, to be able to walk. Opening your mouth, mouthing terms, producing a sound that has meaning, forming words that make them smile, to be able to speak. Opening a book, staring at a line, comprehending the sentences, reciting the story with beautiful cadence, to be able to read. Holding his hand, lips touching, hearts beating in harmony, moving with the rhythms of his body, to be able to love him.

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Freefalling by ashforsh, literature

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Freefalling

That last step I take, off that mountainous ridge, my doubts seem to appear vivid. Then all in a moments time, wisped away, like a feather in the breeze. I'm falling. My body goes limp. I watch the sky, opening up before my eyes. I watch my past, flying by, with it's many wondrous colors. I watch my life slipping away, a stream of water through a drain. I'm in freefall. My thoughts are free, falling into the deep unknown, waiting for an end. The unfamiliar feeling of safety, running it's way through my veins, cradling my soul, and putting my mind at ease. This is a sure thing, one thing that is certain, no way of hal

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Mysterious Beauty by ashforsh, literature

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Mysterious Beauty

A field of flowers, beauty lying from root to petal. Lush green stem and leaves, with magnificent blossoms, full of an array of colors. So many colors, but one out-shining the rest. Red, incredibly red. A rose, placed ever so carelessly in a field, yet making it complete. A rose standing out in a field, an almost indescribable splendor. Soft, delicate. Untouchable, covered in thorns. Protection, not to allow scarring to its magnificence, never to be touched by a soul. Mysterious beauty.

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Artist // Student // Literature

Feb 2
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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My name is Ashley
I was born in February.
Drawing is something I like to do, but am not very good at.
Along with drawing, my greater passion is writing. I've been writing a lot lately XD.
I'm a very physically active person, and love to play any sport, run and bike.
I can be shy, and I don't really like myself as a person.
But if you like to get to know me... Feel free! : )

Current Residence: New York
deviantWEAR sizing preference: small
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal
Favourite style of art: pencil drawings, poetry
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Skin of choice: anyone but my own
Personal Quote: write your story.. or no one will..

Favourite Movies

Xmen First Class

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Kooks

Favourite Books

Water for Elephants

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox 360

Tools of the Trade

pens, paper, anything to write on or with

Other Interests

Running, Skiing, Writing, Poetry, And Drawing

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ashforsh

May 26, 2012

Summer

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Start of summer in two weeks! But I will be lifeguarding and coaching 40 hours a week :P The only break I have off is a long weekend of camping with my boyfriend and friends. Very excited to catch up on my writing, drawing and reading! Summer '12 :)

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Feb 1, 2012

Belonging

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After such a long time where I felt like a stranger to the people around me, the places I'd go and the things I'd do, I finally came to a place of realization.  I've realized that I belong with my friends, in my little niche which makes me feel content, a match safe inside it's little matchbox.  I've learned so much about myself in the past few months.  One; life is hard, but ease come with time.  Two; my friends and family are and will always be there, no matter how much I feel like they aren't. And three; love is difficult, even with the right person, because you never know how things will end up.... All I can say now is that happiness lie

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Nov 28, 2011

18 soo soon!

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I can't wait to be 18! So excited to move out, and then goo to college :) and for the tattoos I'm gonna get :) Pretty much the only thing that's keeping me going right now... :D