http://slow.writerscafe.org/ashleysimonne The original writings of author Ashley Simonne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093344 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.” �" Audre Lorde  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1149330/ October 18th was the day of my surgery, and I thought that when I woke up afterwards that it would all be over. The surgeon told me they thought it was either a mucous sac or a cyst and they would drain it and I'd be all better. So I had the highest of expectations that this was the end. The sweet e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1149323/ I miss the way you could never sit still, And how you stole kisses on my cheeks.I even miss your stupid rap songs, How you’d tease me over everything. I miss the way you would look at me, Like I was a normal, healthy girl.You made the sickness disappear,When you held me in your arms... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1149320/ Late night venting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1108200/ A late night story that makes not too much sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1103834/ I’m an empty bottle Floating out at sea. I have no vital message That lies within me. Finding land seems impossible, No one is searching for me. But I never would have thought I’d be quite this lost at sea. But I will keep on floating Until I find some land. letting wave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096875/ I found myself under the pain, I was hidden deep behind my undiscovered faith. Buried so deep underneath my sins, I found a love I didn’t know was within. God picked me up from my lowest low, He showed me that I’m just like a flower; tears help to me to grow. I now know I can’t fix.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096872/ To her, the beauty that she ever so mercilessly uprooted Is the only perfection she’ll ever know. She thinks to herself “this is what beauty really is”, But in truth it will only stay beautiful if it continues to grow.She admires God’s work at the tip of her fingers, She is h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096871/ I whisper to the pale moon out of reach, Tell of my undying jealousy. Only he knows of who I strive to be, My unspoken truths jealousy lies beneath.Oh my dear Mister Moon you know my dreams, You know even the deepest hatred I have.Is for myself; for the good is consumed by the bad,I feel as though I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096870/ Dedicated to my baby sister who lives in New Orleans, LA. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096865/ All disasters are; I am. Wreckless. Miserable. Unreal.All beauty is; I am not. Simple. Questionable. Real.I am disaster. I know no beauty. I am wreckless in my complexity. I am deep under miserableness, I can no longer question it. I feel so unreal, I don’t know if I am truly existing.I am gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096862/ There’s an echo throughout the house,From the tears of the sky.She opens her window but closes two more,She is being kept in consciousness and she doesn’t know why.The pieces of a once beautiful doll,Lie shattered in a bed full of nightmares.She’s left on her own to put herself bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096861/ I want someone to hold my hands, But not just to keep them warm. I want them to hold on and stay, Give me a place to call home.I want to be a precious keepsake, Not a usable and easily disposable girl. I want someone to kiss me and mean it, And take me all around the world.I think one day I’ll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096860/ The night sky stained pink reminds me of sunshine. The sunshine that lies deep within one’s soul. It’s a color that paints all things real into faceless silhouettes. But the dreams and mysteries burn the sky with a color that isn’t a color at all really. It’s beauty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096857/ My mind is blurryWith the tears that paint my world. I’m running so fast, I’m flyingDon’t mistake me for an angel, I’m just a broken girl. My lips taste of the bitter lies And the remnants of broken promises. It’s hard to breathe as I’m drowning Happiness lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleysimonne/1096856/