Dear Friend ( March 2014 )

The cuts on my body tell me I'm not well. 
And the scars under neath them tell me I haven't been for awhile. 
Sometimes I wonder if it will ever get easier.
Maybe a day where I don't have to make it through, or a night where I don't force myself into a state of exhaustion because I am terrified of the overwhelming darkness that comes with a dreamless sleep.
In all honesty, I just want to feel human again, not a walking disaster, paralyzed by my minds inept ability to make every moment a battle between life and death. 

Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer

Abstain From Growth ( Mar. 2, 2014)

Like a stricken match, I am enraged.

The protected seal, now the combustion that gives way to my internal flames.

For the lack of respect you behold is unfathomable,

And the arrogance in tone is staggering.

Such a wasted wisdom, lost in the years of the burnt.

Your age brings no reverence to your intelligence.

But yet a mere adolescent captured in a wilting embodiment.

Do you not see what you continue to diminish?

By omitting that of which your predominant years have obtained

You deplete any genuine understanding of sophistication.

You do not age with grace.

You do not age with propriety.

You simply age.

And that of which, my dear, is a real shame. 

Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer

Desires ( Mar. 1, 2014)

He entranced me in a way I knew no other could.

For his words were spoken like daggers into my soul.

Oh how I longed for such a beauty.

A withering flower left with no substance in this world,

But yet finally a storm to feed my vitality.

He was the rain that pierced through the crackled ground.

And brought life to Willow’s grave.

A new encounter, perhaps.

But it is an eternity that our hearts have known one another.

Now here he lies, entangled in my subconscious.

A lighted incense that fills my mind with the fragrance of Dragon’s blood.

Seeping into every crevice and enthralling my spiritual sense.

He is untraveled, but not for long.

Soon I shall begin my demolition of the barriers I know he obtains.

And make way into the core essence of his being.

I yearn for all of which his, in every aspect I can reap.

For he entranced me in a way I knew no other could,

And with that, I desire. 

Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer