Duct Tape/ Cardboard

Disclaimer: These poems are completely original. They are works of fiction and, if they are ever based on my life, it is VERY loosely.

Duct tape

The walls are made of paper, ready to cave in.

The dirt is made of ink and it’s bleeding into my shoes.

I hold my eyes open and pray it stays real.

Pray that the rain won’t wash my world away.

The clouds are only cotton and the floors only cardboard.

Don’t melt, don’t drown my world away.

Don’t tear, don’t rip my shelter.

Don’t burn it with your flames of fury.

Don’t melt the glue I applied so quickly.

Don’t wash away the hand-painted smiles.

Don’t cut down the string, holding up my walls.

Please just let it be.

It’s secured just so haphazardly.

...Wactcha think? Let me know! Oh, and this MAY be continued, based mostly on my patience level, and how much my friend Jen pesters me...so there you are. Love, Ash/ Ashley P.L./ or perhaps Just Plain Ashley.

Why Stereotypes Suck

Stereotypes suck. It's a lot of pressure to try to fit  all the requirements of one stereotype, don't you think? I, for one, most certainly don't fit in a stereotype sort of group, though I'm guilty of trying to make myself fit one. And even if I did fit in one stereotype, it seems like a lot of pressure to say to a person, "You want to try out for the softball team? Nah, you can't, you're emo! Go hate the world or something kid, you with your super-straight bangs and neon purple clothing. You're not wanted here." Who the heck is to say a Hollister-wearing girl can't go into Hot Topic? Or that someone in band can't also be a cheerleader? And why can't we say "Oh yeah, that girl that's super sweet?" rather than "That black girl?" And what if you just don't fit a stereoype? For example, if I were to describe myself in one sentence,, it would sound something like this, "A shy, hyper-active dancer, who listens to hard rock, plays volleyball, and loves fashion and dark fantasy novels." What, do I have to make my own catergory now? Because that's one heck of a group name. Perhaps I'll shorten it to The S.H.D.W.L.H.R.P.V.L.F.D.F.N. Club...catchy, right? Not so much.
So folks, my point is this: Stereotypes suck. Don't put that sort of pressure on yourself. Friends like you for who you are, so don't change yourself to fit into a group. Trust me, my "group" is anything but stereotypical. But if you do fit into a stereotype, don't label yourself. Who knows, basketball players of the world,...maybe one day you'll take up drama. With emphasis, Ash

An Escape in Art and Fantasy

Anyone who knows me knows I'm shy. For me, that feeling of panic that takes hold whenever I have to attend a large gatherings of strangers compares to nothing else. It's a very individual, distinct nausiating feeling, much different from the feeling of nerves when about to go on a roller coaster, but very similar (though not the same) to the feeling of stepping onto a brightly lit stage (which I do suprisingly often...) But I'm not a hermit and I try very hard to conquer said feelings (which I obviously can do, as I do have friends.) Now what does art have to do with this? I've found art (though not usually of the painting and drawing kind) to be a lovely escape for me. When I find myself lost in a wonderful work of literature,or engrossed in a fantastic movie, or am flipping through fashion magazines, or perhaps writing a story of my very own, I get lost in a world away from the pressures of everyday life, away from due dates and social calls and practices and stress, stress, stress. The girls in the magazines worry only for their hair. Harry has no worry for school, and only for adventure. Alice could care less about parties. Bella cares for nothing but love. And Seth spends his days surrounded by love, and chaos, and art. So why can't I be these"people" a while, with their fairy troubles, and dragons, and strange creatures of the night? I want to be a different shy, like a fairy is shy. I want these troubles, because the grass does look greener on the other side.

The True Beauty Of A Messy Room

I, personally, think that there is a lot to be said for a messy room. There is something raw and true about it. It's almost as if you can know the person just by looking around the room at what they eat, the music they listen to, their taste in clothes, and the books they read. By the bent corner of a paperback, or the thousands of scuff marks on a pair of converse or even a pair of break-neck heels, you can feel what they love, how they live. In a clean room, you can't feel this kind of energy. The beat-up converse and the white, stained frock dress are put safetly away in a closet, hidden from the world. The empty cofffee cups or old coke bottles are hidden away in the kitchen. "Who is this person?" you may ask. But really, what is to be said about that person with the white walls, brown loveseat, and book on fishing on their coffee table? Maybe something, but we'll never know. But this isn't to be taken as me saying we should all  go and trash our bedrooms, (in fact, I cleaned mine today), but it is me saying a home, or even just a bedroom, should look lived in. It should have that energy, that style. And trust me,  my room is almost overflowing with 'energy.' With Joy, Ashley P.L.

So...Here We Are...

Welcome! If you are actually reading this, thank you so much! I'm Ashley, and on this blog, starting in the near future, you will find posts with things such as my poems, short stories, long stories (if I have the patience), fashion opinions, book and music reccomendations, blurps about New England life, funny thoughts, favorite qoutes, pictures of my and some of my friends' photography (I don't do much photography, but I really am fascinated by it!), and anything anyone says I should put on this blog. This blog was not created because I think people should really give a hoot about what I have to say; it's here for people who share in my intrests and enjoy what I enjoy. So tune in if you like! With joy, Ashley
P.S. My age and/or full name will not be disclosed to the general public (that being anyone who is not my friend in life or on facebook) any time soon. Thanks for respecting my privacy!