That night was eternal
drifting toward a forever sleep
voices falling faint
thoughts of tomorrow escaping
with time slipping away
I walked toward a light I was not scared to follow
body still euphoria right there
but before the final second of a wasted life
I found my soul
it told me I was not broken
gave me the strength to awaken
promising another day to make up my mind
When I write every day, it’s like I am issuing my own receipts for living an invaluable life. Don’t write your days off, write them down. – Ash
Hey everyone,
I would not sleep very well tonight if I did not let all my readers/followers know that I was approached to do a “spotlight on writers”. It is for my poetry. And, not only have I been approached, my interview has now gone live. Yes, the wonderful literary folks over at the website Spillwords, who I am already grateful to for having published several of my poems, have also reached out and offered me an opportunity to be a part of their about the author series. Not going to lie, it took me 0.1 of a second to respond and say yes, you bet I would and here we are, publish day. Spillwords set up the interview and the questions, and all I had to do was provide what I had hoped were interesting answers. Turns out, they were and you can see for yourself right here at this link direct to my very own spotlight page. Hope you enjoy it! – > https://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-ash-douglas/
My birthday was just a few days ago and it made me realize something about getting a little older. Age is inevitable. But, at the same time, it is invaluable. Because the more time I have to reflect on who I am, the more insight I gain on becoming who I want to be. – Ash
Sometimes, I feel invisible. It is writing that allows me to remain whole in a world that continues to try and take pieces of me away. I write to keep from disappearing completely and prove I exist for a reason. – Ash
rainy nights devils dance
their guise of secrets
under piss-yellow street lights
in the alleys cast shade
when monsters come out to play
who can barely see a thing as Hyde shows
every line blurred
people touching
music lulling sensual acts
dirty corners whisper in commentary
jealous they didn’t swallow first
illicits hold all those to deeds of passion and lust
no one cares about anything and only want more
the creatures dance and hypnotize
until the sharp sun rises then they flee
changing it back once again
When my days start to feel bland, I try adding a little salt. – Ash
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. – Helen Keller
If I die tomorrow, you will find me in some other life writing about it. – Ash
No matter what spirit fulfills you, find your way to it, and become one with it. Conquer today, destiny comes tomorrow – Ash
Earth To Ash 