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Literature
The Lost Ones
Struggle to gauge thoughts
decipher repetitive “I am not”
brush to breathe upon sufferers
whom should not send letters
blind pilots freelance atmospheric paper routes
deliver silent parades        
among formidable selves - slave to not looking up
plucking diamonds from their brains.
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Literature
Violent Renewal
Hatching ideas
it's dark
too dark
this dream,
shadow man
tells me
to grin
bare all
use thumbs
he squeals,
less-apt calm
ride along
consumed of
studious
eyes,
nostrils
lift &
transcend
brilliantly
Spring flowers
surround
land-based
bodies,
lost freedom
stings
insides
ceaseless
I begin to
cry
as if being
filmed,
tears
tower
selfless
cheeks,
indrawn seas
fall onto lap
drowning
hungering earth
caught
by a
wish
to           up.
wake me
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Literature
The Sound of Air Dying
I go down
run out of human
                            air
                            
                                    oxygen empties
                                    my chest breaks
                                                                heavy
    
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Literature
I Set My Shadow Loose
I set my shadow loose
the dreary warmth
leaving the touch
to find a new specter.
Much later...
I find her crying
on a highway overpass
she sees me eat a secret
I spit the lies in her face
“Go away!” I say.
She jumps.
The water below
walks ahead of me
carries her
with pocket holes
for breathing.
Someday
something will drag us
back together.
For now, I keep
the great poets
bottled inside
of this body
no longer bound.
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Literature
The Life of the Party
I have been to lots of parties,
barricaded by both men & women
thickened with unwinding alcohol.
Quite the life you already know,
very secret lives, everyone make-belief
lying through their cock-thickening mouths....
sole motives to only shirk, beat out with eyes,
nearly diamonds, the brightness letting us drown.
Out of touch .... yet everyone rubs nigh,
wandering vacuums, too near to hear
what's already been spoken, sucking up glow & alluring
persons, whom are feeble ... too far behind.
Tinkering hands and looped music
pollinating dingy brains.
Spellbind grief, unbearably
reminds you, the life of the party....
can't get there from here.
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Literature
Beginning Reaches The End
Empty sky
stranded bucket of stars
colliding distant galaxies
no more seeking bifurcate cosmos
no more orderly harmonious destiny.
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Literature
What a Writer must do.
To live beyond the word
a writer must trust the wounds,
human suffering,
a prelude
of what is about to come.
The lack of words is what a writer
may need to endeavor.
Precisely, revive a bruised land
of skin
breathlessly stretched
to the inner ache
of all mankind with wine
upon the lips, a writer persists,
times when there will be nothing left
to feel, belonging at all risk.
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Literature
Pen Name
Your heart is the vital necessity of my existence.
The useless woman I had been before you,
precedes understanding.
Yes, I did have a name, bearing upon scrutiny.
O, but you directly named me Asteria
and so “Ashley Saylor” in a sea of poets
does not possibly stand out as passionate
and honestly not a luxury compared unfairly
to Asteria Sinclair.
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Literature
I do this for you, really.
        A pocket full of decomposing stars
delicate bones in drawers,
the sight
of blood
 soaking
under newly pedicured
toes – exciting.
         Walking home,
bird with no wings. Spare some conspiracy,
just don't feel up to flying
               this one night.
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Literature
What Judy Blume Wishes She Could Tell You
Young-adult novels,
tricky sex objects.
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Literature
This here requires strenuous effort
         My skin tightens...
         blank seconds shift 
&
dance
        in another universe.
        Showing the vestige
of a
smile
        O! Discreet shadow
        play with me
        enlighten
the
end.
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Literature
Ignoring The Only One Who Wrote Me Poems
You wrote me a poem once,
about the smallest blade of grass.
I told you then that it mattered little
to me.
A storm cowardly scavenged your eyes
when I walked past...
away from you.
Little recognition given then,
I offer you now the attention--
it's something...
today,
        it means every morning I rise...
                                                 smiling.
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Literature
All the Whiskey
Since you've gone, the days go on and on...
                        all of this whiskey goes down gently
                        encompasses this broken heart you wasted.
        I'm fading.
You've justified yourself,
        in that special tone of voice
        you caress with your tongue
                            I used to suck on.
        Now gone.
Had been so close as inmates or gators in a feeding pit.
                 Sharp smells of dead-end air
encourages rage.
              I'm still fading--
“here”
   
                          “there
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Literature
a.m.
teakettle throbs
neck vessel whistles
come-hither
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Literature
The Remnants
Love,
loosened thread
heart plays hopscotch
bone naked heathen volcanoes
drained lagoon final roar, swallows.
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Ashley Reber
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
Switzerland
asteria.sinclair@bk.ru

I'm a writer of poems. Photography and music are my other passions. My taste in interests is eclectic. I have a curiosity for everything. I adore languages. Currently taking a break from DA and not sure when I'll be back but until then, I'm more active on ello these days: ello.co/adachic


Current Residence: Between Neverland and Wonderland
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XS
Favourite genre of music: Boundless
Favourite photographer: Terry Richardson
Favourite style of art: Abstract
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Owl from Winnie the Pooh
Personal Quote: "It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing".
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Rushy Featured By Owner May 15, 2017
Party Happy Birthday! Have your cake and eat it too
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Tuishimi Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2016
I stalk follow you on other media so I know you are doing well.  :)  Glad for that.  You are an amazing photographer/artist.  I am glad you are able to enjoy life.
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BonzzGX Featured By Owner May 15, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! :party: I wish you plenty of health, good luck & have FUN with all, prosperity & affection.  Also many accomplishments & joy around those loved ones :cake: ~take care & rock on :D
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Rushy Featured By Owner May 15, 2016
:party: Happy Birthday! :cake:
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notwithoutmycamera Featured By Owner May 14, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
i wish you were still around........ i miss you....
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Happy, happy birthday,
From all of us to YOU!
We wish it was our birthday,
So we could party, too!!!  HEY!!!!
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