
Sometimes being creative and battling writer’s block can become a vicious cycle. So, I went for one. – Ash

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

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

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. – Helen Keller