Ashes

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About Me

I'm genderqueer, a vegan, an activist, pagan, anarchist, wandering tarot reader/herbalist/poet that's settled in Colorado at the moment, a street kid, and both a fighter and a lover. I'm also a little bit hyper, and easily bored. I also have dyslexia and dyscalculia.

I've also got the best friends in the world who I couldn't live without, but that's another subject entirely.

Also if you please - not that I wish to pressure anyone - don't give me reviews that have capitalization that would make your dog cringe, or that look like a 13 year old "hardcore" fan would write. No messages like that please, I have dyslexia and I can do better than that, you have no excuse if you don't have dysgraphia, severe dyslexia, or something else that impairs your writing ability.


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Posted 9 Years Ago


Thank you Ashes:) Poppy

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Places
by Sara Teasdale

Places I love come back to me like music,
Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;
I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming
In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired;
And I am thirsty for the spring in the valley
As for a kiss ungiven and long desired.

I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton,
A blue and white dazzling light on everything one sees,
The ice-covered branches of the hemlocks sparkle
Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze,
And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust
With the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees.

Violet now, in veil on veil of evening
The hills across from Cromwell grow dreamy and far;
A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol
In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are;
The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers
And heaven is lighting star after star.

Places I love come back to me like music --
Mid-ocean, midnight, the waves buzz drowsily;
In the ship's deep churning the eerie phosphorescence
Is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea,
And I can hear a man's voice, speaking, hushed, insistent,
At midnight, in mid-ocean, hour on hour to me.

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Posted 9 Years Ago


thanks for the review! :D

~mokona (o^_^o)

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Posted 11 Years Ago


Hi there,
Thanks for accepting the friend request. I certainly look forward to read your writings, and I shall as soon as I'm done with finals,

aLejanDro
Rae

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Posted 11 Years Ago


Ashes (sometimes called pheonix) is a beautiful person who writes beautiful words. Ashes can paint the most vivid images with words.