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Memoirs of a Dark Girl
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Words spill like blood onto paper. I ooze every feeling in my consciousness onto paper to purge myself of pain, suffering, and sadness. I also chronicle fond memories leading up to these events. Join me on my life's journey through poetry.
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Friday, June 17, 2011 Through The Fog Waves of fog released in my head holy storm impedes me Sharp like a cat most days It grips me like a disease, a thief in the night, come to steal it all, slows me down, pause, the world rushes while i wait, fumbling in the fog falling around me seeping into my brain, tiring my soul, the storm has taken over. Posted by Freewebbux.com Amy at 10:28 AM 0 comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Labels: depressed, depression, poems, poetry, sick, tired Monday, June 6, 2011 Shades of Grey Heartbeat in shades of grey, always gotta be the hard way, waiting for my motives to fail Words are the easiest way to assail. I was once in love, but now I'm in debt, paying for a sin I didn't commit. Gaze up to those rogue stars, all resembling prison bars. Posted by Freewebbux.com Amy at 4:17 PM 0 comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Tuesday, May 17, 2011 Whispering Winds Soft, white, flowing, transcends this touch, scent 'cross the whispering winds seeps into your wounded soul, the cries of pleasure and pain, yearning, burning for them, the pleasure that drips from every single pore, let them rain between your thighs, in the valley where death smiles, as you slumber think of the smooth curves brushing your skin hardening you up on the darkest moonlit night midsummer rite kisses you softly under the midnight sky, dark clouds, hanging branches, moaning loud inside your head, can't get it out, can't get enough, you want it, its yours. death smiles, its coming for you! Posted by Freewebbux.com Amy at 10:23 PM 0 comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Sunday, May 15, 2011 Blue like the ocean The sea drips from my eyes You can't reach the river on a map, its swallowed up INSIDE... Posted by Freewebbux.com Amy at 7:43 PM 0 comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Sunday, April 3, 2011 New Articles I Have Written Momento Mori Victorian Death Photographs Haunted Asylums of America Poor Farms aka The Poorhouse Mithras - Last Pagan Diety in Rome Posted by Freewebbux.com Amy at 8:41 PM 0 comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Thursday, March 17, 2011 Things That Destroy My Womanly Desires Okay, I know you have all had your fantasy guy. He's in your head. He's perfect. He walks through the forest with the wind blowing through his hair or through his shirt or whatever. It depends on whether you like long or short hair, I suppose. Well, its like this, he takes off that billowing shirt and he's covered in back hair? Maybe he wears shorts one day and his socks are pulled up way too high. Perhaps he wears a pair of leathers and a fishnet shirt and your desire is suddenly destroyed without question. Ever go out with the nicest guy in the world on a date and he shows up with a shirt three sizes too small and ball-hugging pants? Its particularly destroyed when its a blind date and you see pictures or something and you are expecting what you get. You see their face, and you go oh, he's way cuter than I thought, and then he steps out of the car and blammo, he is wearing a pair of Hot Topic wind pants and the bottoms are bigger than that of the skatiest skateboarder in high school. I mean, he's a grown man, he's stuck in 1995, and you want to kill yourself all of a sudden. Your vag has dried up, and you will never love again. With that being said, my top ten disgusts with attractive males who I fantasize about. This destroys my girl part tingling fantasies. Leather dusters or dusters in general - It dosen't even work for Bon Jovi anymore. Tramp stamps on men - You claim to be straight, but clearly you got that for when you star in men on men movies. Huge billowing skater pants - The nineties called. They would like your Hot Topic pants back, please. Half shaved haircuts with the ponytail. Decide. Its long or short. Again, the nineties has come to a screeching halt. Its all over. Face it! Tapered pants - You are not old. Give your mom back her mom jeans. Shirts that are two sizes to small - I don't care how fit you are. I will see it later when the shirt comes off. If its too small, its never coming off. Its staying right where it is. Sandals and socks - Please for the love of God! Nobody wants to see that!!!! Tattoos of Cartoon characters - WTF were you thinking tattooing Marvin the Martian on your forehead? Anything with ICP on it - You wear anything with a clown on it, I feel as if I may be duct taped, violated and thrown in the dumpster in back of Walmart. I'm going home! D - bag attire. If you tape your hair back and pluck your eyebrows too much - I'm good! Posted by Freewebbux.com Amy at 4:03 PM 0 comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Saturday, March 5, 2011 Some People Are Just Characters Much of my book, Memoirs of a Dark Girl requires me to sift through horrible experiences that are now funny, experiences I thought I dug, and now realize sucked, and things of that nature. Here is one excerpt that I am unsure if I am going to put in the book, because it was later in life, but it sure belongs in someone's book! And before you read, not I am not judgmental, if people enjoy this sort of that, that's there bag, and its fine, its not my business, but I never thought I would be immeshed in this horrifyingly creepy experience. I did not expect it from the person who put me there, yuck! Okay, so I'm hanging out with this hairdresser guy who I had absolutely no doubt in my mind was no less than one hundred percent gay, not submissive, just gay. I figured it would be fine to hang out alone and talk about things of interest, get wasted on some wine, and that sort of thing. Well, apparently that was not the case at all. I was drinking wine with him, and went to pee in my bathroom, and low and behold I came out of the bathroom to a large hairy Italian man loving himself on my couch making growling noise, no, I'm not kidding! Do I have some type of marking on my forehead that asks these freaks to invite themselves to pervert me in any way possible? Yup, apparently. So, anyway, I asked him to refrain, and he kissed me. I went into the bathroom and threw up and he thought it was the wine. No, its you. Please leave. There is much more to that story, its even worse than that, he actually asked me to slap him and call him a b*itch, so yeah, a day in the life of a dark girl. More to come! Posted by Freewebbux.com Amy at 9:57 PM 0 comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Older Posts Home Subscribe to: Posts (Atom) Read My Poems >> Famous Poets And Poems - A large collection of Poems and Quotes from famous Classical Poets. Read and Enjoy Poetry! Submit Blog - Promote Blog Words spill like blood onto paper. I ooze every feeling in my consciousness onto paper to purge myself of pain, suffering, and sadness. I also chronicle fond memories leading up to these events. Join me on my life's journey through poetry. Followers Other Poets & Poetry Links! Poetry.net (Other Poets) Poetry Blog Directory Red Gage - Get Paid for You Original Articles, Links to Your Articles/Poetry!!! Squidoo - Paid Articles Lenses - Write & Get Paid! 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