Moments Category

Bike Writer # 54 – I Gear Towards Happiness

Every day of your life is a chance to live every day of your life. – Ash 

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Who Hurts More? – Haiku

When I see your tearsa million mirrors reflectpain inside of me

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Ashfirmation # 1 – Life Is Funny That Way

If you do not take life so seriously, it’s actually pretty fun. – Ash

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A Night That Almost Lost Tomorrow

That night was eternal drifting toward a forever sleep voices falling faintthoughts of tomorrow escaping  with time slipping away I walked toward a light I was not scared to followbody still euphoria right therebut before the final second of a wasted life I found my soul it told me I was not brokengave me the strength to awakenpromising another day to make up my mind

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Am I Write? # 14 – Writing Is Something I Have To Account For

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

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Celebrate Good Lines, Come On

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 […]

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A Shade of Ash # 13 – Back To The Future

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. – […]

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A Shade of Ash # 12 – When I Write, I’m Alright

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

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Rainy Nights Devils Dance 

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 lustno one cares about anything and only want more the […]

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Journal Entry # 225 – Self Kelp

When my days start to feel bland, I try adding a little salt. – Ash

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