Biography of Samantha Ashley
No David Copperfield crap here i.e. 'I was born in blah blah ect.'(Oh wow, that was very Holden Caufield-esq wasn't it?) I don't tell of my past, a little mystery is nice :) Well, let's see... oh yes, about me! I love writing, I always have and I've always been exceptionally good at it. I must admit though, I am a much better story writer then a poet. Poetry is difficult for me sometimes. I get writer's block way more often with poetry then with writing a story. I usually crank out a few good poems only every once in a while. It can take weeks or even months for me to finish just one.
My poetry tends to be dark sometimes but that's not all i write about. I write about whatever inspires me. I find life interesting and want to capture both it's good and bad side through my writing. I don't have a specific writing style either, i'm all over the place. Sometimes I write classical like E.A. Poe, Sarah Teasdale, W.B Yeats ect. Other times i go for a more modern approach. I really wanna try to bring back the old romantic style of poetry that i feel has been lacking. Anyway, if you have any questions about my poems or myself personally, don't hesitate to send a message. O.K. then, have fun and enjoy!
Samantha Ashley Poems
I Hope You'Re Happy
I hope you're happy. I hope you don't give it a second thought. I hope you're happy but that's not enough. I hope your miserble in that grave you dug.
It's Too Late
I would tell you that I loved you if I knew that it would count. But I know there's nothing I can say, the damage done in great amount. I'd try to go back and fix these things, try to change your mind. But I know that it's too late and I've lost a race against time.
You Would Love Me If You Knew You Loved ...
Stab my sanity because I want to believe in us. Murder my bleeding heart. Shred my reality because I love you. Tear me apart.
A Million Little Lies
Don’t believe the truth. Tell me what I wanna hear. Tell me a million little lies. Come closer, whisper them in my ear.
Letters To You
These are my letters to you, so ancient and grey. They remind me of such better days, days I took for granted. Our world so different then, much of it still a mystery. Everything a blur.
The Love That Never Was
You always looked at me with a bright- eye smile, but I never noticed your stare. We always flirted with such fire, but I was oblivious of your affections.
A Different Hunger
My bewitching creature, having seduced me with your forbidden delicacies. Feeding off my want for you, need for you and dare I say love for you. Under a crimson moon you take me and we surrender to the night. I quiver with desire, gorging on it. Your body coils around mine so tightly that I can barely breath. Gentle fangs pierce my milky skin, leaving the mark of your sweet snake bite. My lips are left swollen and tender from the sting of your kiss.
Go, Go Away
Go, go away, away from me. I possess none of what you seek though I wish I did. I wish I could find a fire lit within me,
Love No More
I love you no more thus is the excuse for my faded eyes, my stolid demeanor, faint smile and distant thoughts. I love you not as I once did,
Little flowers outside my window grow. Shades of fushia and violet, in the warm year they flourish. Through autumn's heavy breeze they remain, and in the end bow to winter's frost.
Love Is Dead
Love is dead for me and him. Somewhere it is buried, never to rise again. The breath of life spread, too short to hold turned this proud heart; fire to cold.
They Love Thy Light
They love thy light; how could they not? Tis’ a wondrous sight mine eyes have yet forgot. They speak of thee; thy eloquent word, once told to me. Long, since I have heard.
I Hope You'Re Happy (Part Deux)
I hope you're happy, although it might sound peculiar. I hope you're happy, I really do. I hope you feel as though you have found a missing link. Everything you want and need lies within her.
Wisteria bloom won't light up your room, it is a pale, lifeless color reminiscent of gloom. It's dull and grey and won't brighten your day but I do believe it has much more to say.
Letters To You
These are my letters to you, so ancient and grey.
They remind me of such better days, days I took for granted.
Our world so different then, much of it still a mystery.
Everything a blur.
These my letters to you, written with such fidelity.
Words I wanted to say, so delicate, so dear.
So brilliantly impaired.
They are the ashes of our dead liaison.