ashiee

and im back bitches.


only living it up saint louis style.

running around naked > being clothed....


^^^ thats my opinion for the day.

and now. for a bit of writing..

Ive been recording alot of stuff lately.. I really want to get involved in the slam scene here! If it exists.. I just have to find it. Writing makes me fell intense inside.



Cigarette scar stained dance floor kisses
Bed shaking, Earth quaking, bedtime tendencies
Frost bitten, barehanded, backrub backlighting

You put the...nonsense back in my mind that Ive been missing.
Your mentality is methodically moving myself to your movements on my
motorway...
escalate your senses and redefine my lifeline
no tryin to buy my zipline only way to define what Im sayin is to watch my convalescence make sense
towards what Im feelin.
Midnight mad dashes delight in fillin my light to my
dark
darkness filling me inside but not outside
now take a double take to the brighter side.
Dont sigh, Im going nowhere...
not yet, never, not ever.
So sever my
heart line and take it as a
good sign that theres
no denyin that youre fillin my fancy
full of flight.
Give me wings,
so they can sing
to the sky
ever so softly about the last time.
Internal tunes that resonate placate by playing off of the reverberation on my backbone
back behind my windpipe playing a little tune in time with my
tick-tick-tick-tock of my
small heart clock.
Beating it back to life, back to death, back and forth to behind that small...little...laugh
hide it with your hand...your hand back in harmony with each heart beat
by beat
by beat your
body moved to my trance, my-trance, my-trance you en-trance me,
you destroy me,
building, rebuilding, building, rebuilding me.
Hand in hand, soft skin smoothly touching down by slight of eye I
slip it under the folds of the bed
the...folds of your life
and yet you yearn to pierce MY heart...
door closes shut and
sad sigh slips from
internal lockdown shutdown meltdown nervous breakdown.
Back down to earth man.
Dream ends.