okay, perhaps the wind was a little too strong but it wouldn’t matter in the end as long as she didn’t get too lost galoshes up to her knees covered in nature […]
xxvii. just a young gun — finding serendiipitii
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it was costly to be what she was a toll for a soul, a coin for a nap while the raven’s eye watched soulfully like odin’s, but kinder at least to her – […]
xxii. souls sold in silence — finding serendiipitii
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she counted the stars from the belfry, her book lay forgotten beside her – what good was fantasy when the most beautiful reality lay before her […]
viii. but are they real? — finding serendiipitii
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gripped around warmth and song, caressing sharp teethand kissing bloodied lips. no screaming, just silence set against the crashing waves on an unexplored shoreline, breaking and sliding back with contentment. reminders embodied in stainless steel and gemwork tossing and turning on the thought of filling your hands and emptying herself. a grasp that never slips, […]
the shape of your hands — finding serendiipitii
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I am a gallery, long floored and wide brimmed no footsteps from tourists have padded these halls, signs suggesting an escape from my reality are nonexistent.these white-washed walls stand at attentionfor my eyes only; examining the lives I lived many moons before. The doors […]
I am a gallery — finding serendiipitii
This poem placed 3rd in a national contest by the National Poetry Institute of Canada and is © Ashley Gallaher-Pollard, an amazing poet and I am proud to say a close friend. Follow the link, you will enjoy her blog and her artistry with words.
Do not fall in love with a writer. They can paint with colors that you have never heard of before, and create new worlds with one strong emotion. They have a heart that outstrips any fuel source, and is full of butterflies and frustration. They come alive in the early hours of morning, when […]
Do not fall in love with a writer. — finding serendiipitii
and you’ve never tasted the Universe until you count the stars that have settled in your irises, and match them to hers; there is harmony within their fingers, tracing black and white down their temples ancient symbols of becoming one whole and you would never have guessed, never seen it coming, if she had told […]
just bliss. — finding serendiipitii
This is a fanfiction I’ve been writing loosely, and is based on Cyberpunk 2077. This small series contains spoilers for the game Cyberpunk 2077, as well as some violence. V. Living legend of Night City, Heywood born and bred, a street kid to a fault, and the best damn merc the Afterlife has seen. She’s […]
Never Fade Away, Part 1 — finding serendiipitii
she couldn’t see the abyss through iron, she just wanted to get back home.
shattered faces and slithering tongues, seeing both sides of the world is the curse of a heterochromia heart,
jaded in one eye, crushed in the other; the shield of metal on her forearm more arm than shield,
it’s just drowning silently, with a smile, they coaxed, open arms with razorblade embraces,
they named it the call of the void, she remembered
and wondered what it would look like on the other side
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©Ashley Gallaher-Pollard
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