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Elisa Ashley

Elisa Ashley

living in Columbus, GA
   
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Elisa is currently very heavy into writing, living and loving with the man of her dreams, Matthew Austin.

Education/Experience: Art institute of Philadelphia - Visual Communication, Ashworth University - Interior Decorating,

Interests: Matthew Austin, love, family, writing, photography, art and music

Motto: No one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

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The girls spent a lot of time playing in the garden among the tidy rows of blossoming flowers, having tea parties beneath sun-streaked blue skies and running and giggling in the sprawling green ...
Sabrina and Samantha spent a great amount of time playing in the garden among the tidy rows of various blossoming scents
Which side are you on?
mother's day poems
Life is learning to give and take.
Hope in the face of adversity
I move through dark spaces afraid to come out of the shadows my life is surviving through the nights alone
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A short story dedicated to Matthew who gave me the first sentence. :)
My life is a song I am too hurt to sing My dreams are a dance I am too tired to dance
I sit and a thousand thoughts flutter through my mind just mists and glimpses of things
Everything we have experienced, or will experience in this life or not brings us together
Echoes of the past screaming though my head a hundred frozen moments in time captured by my mind dance in and out of my consciousness making me dizzy and weak.
Recovering from rape
you lit up my life you made my heart sing
Girls and boys ARE different!
Please I wasn't finished I still have things to say to you To make you believe me
Love is what is there when you're sick it's what you talk about when you're together When you're quiet, but not silent
The jingle of change in a pocket dictates the way that I feel and brings a premonition of my future
I live for the day when blue skies bring smiles when warm sunlight brings joy
The underlying sadness stays with me It breaks my heart again and again
A poetic look at life through the eyes of a muse.
Poetic injustices of the heart
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Chloe exits once more and I, again, sit stunned on her bed. My thoughts are whirling and while I am trying to sort them out Chloe comes back in. Behind her is her friend, Elizabeth Wilton-Turner Hewit...
My mouth drops open. I stammer "20.... Oh my gosh. Chloe you're not a ghost!" She seems amused. "No, Miss Catherine, you are."
Do I believe in ghosts? How else can I explain Chloe being in my hallway when I was here alone, and then vanishing into thin air? Yes, I believe in ghosts. At least, I do now. I have no other explanat...
Other than the yellowing fading newspaper clipping of the photo of the painting of Chloe, I cannot find her anywhere. There are no names, no people, no listings, no journal entries of or by anyone of ...
A semi-poetic demand for justice
I stand at the top of the staircase in the hallway and listen, trying to stop my breath from coming in ragged gasps so I can hear. There is an eerie stillness and suddenly, what I hear is a frightened...
At the foot of the staircase I do not see my backpack. I shrug and walk through the downstairs, retracing my steps to see if I left it somewhere along the way. I find it in the kitchen. I haven't been...
Once upon a time it goes I brought to you, my love, a rose we loved together and I do still at the house on haunted hill
My children sing songs at the top of their lungs with mistaken words and slightly off-key as I smile and enjoy their happiness and I make faces at them in the mirror as I drive
...I push away from the safety of solid ground and glide above our frozen pond above the fish above the stones we skipped in summer
Once the mansion was completed the couple wed and moved into the grand structure standing proudly amidst the landscaped lawns and abundant gardens. The heavily grieving tycoon left behind the house an...
Poems escape through my hurting fingers typing away as my feelings become words
Dust at the side of the street is picked up and whisked away with the fallen leaves and blown in a vortex around the front lawn of the old white house. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath ...
I am so sad that my chest hurts. Everyday brings so much pain.
You said you don't love me You said we are through You said you don't need me If not you, then who?
My heart leaps inside my chest Your voice I treasure Your impossibly large incredibly blue eyes look at me
In the brightness of spring you awaken and blossom In the heat of the summer sun you grow and thrive
I am one person I am one voice I am one mind
I wake up refreshed Eager to begin a new day The first day of the rest of my life
Raindrops cold like ice sting my exposed skin.
I depend on my to do the things that need to be done because I am a single mom
but I am sure it's a cold or maybe the flu Do not worry about me It will go away
Everything aches I've been awake too long I'm so wiped out I can't sing my song
My goodbye says farewell to a friend so long to my past goodbye to my life as I know it
There is an anger to being alone
Laughter makes us smile makes hard times easier helps us make friends even gives us some exercise
Hiding Running My heart is thumping in my chest it's hard to catch my breath
You are my best friend you keep all my secrets
the light surrounds me comforts me covers me in darkness it is so bright I cannot see the light surrounds me
seven peonies rest beneath the sun gently bobbing in the breeze their perfumed heads dancing to the children's laughter
I dreamt of you last night I could yet see your goodness your promise still you chose to do wrong even in my sleep
A poem for battered women.
I saw you regularly outside my school After a while we said hello It was a daily occurrence for us to greet one another
Like most children I suppose, I think my mother is insane. She isn't psychotic or dangerous -- just nuts. Unlike most children though, I've kept a record of her...um...antics, and have a small accomp...
I still try to call you before I remember you're not there. I feel your absence more than I feel my own presence.
Life through my eyes...
...it's one person standing on two slabs of wood and hurtling themselves down the side of a mountain...
I am numb because I am frozen without you.
I sigh and take in a deep breath I hope to awaken one day soon eager to live, excited about the day instead of dreading getting up and finding out what horror will greet me.
Let me catch you up on my little life. My husband left for a business convention and will be gone a week. Today was DAY TWO of my harrowing adventures into single parenting.
I can only say I'm sorry
I lie broken unable to move barely breathing every part of my body aches
My heart is a window It can show you my soul Through it I see others the way God sees them
Before I knew it The kids were grown
Her truck spun around and hit a parked car at the side of the street, flipped over twice and came to rest against a telephone pole.
Hope springs eternal Or so they say Loving you brings peace to my life Loving you gives me security You give me hope
I was twenty-one when I became a parent for the first time. I am thirty-eight now and my first baby is now seventeen. Time flies when you're dazed and confused!
I've always considered myself "lucky" to have boobs. In my younger days I was whistled at continually, once by a guy hanging outof his car as he drove past...and that was after I'd changed into jeans...
Life on the floor
Jayci sat on the edge of her bed, resisting the urge to flop face-down and cry.
I am broken inside I hurt outside But still I can dance
I try to forget you and her I'm dying to forget you and her The pain is too much to bear
I lie on my bed and breathe deeply I realize it can be done without you
I can't hide my pain It lives on the surface of every day life It seems to touch everything around me I cannot escape You
My heart is dark and clouded My face is moist with tears My life is heavy and muddied I cry for you
He made her promise to rest and went to work for half the day. When he returned five hours later he found Janet sitting up in bed with a stunned look on her face and the telephone in her hand.
I lie awake trying to remember I'm up all night trying to remember
I just wanted to be able to breathe It hurt so much inside Inside me Inside the house Losing you Losing me I had to breathe
In the darkness of the night you awaken me I feel you caress my face I can feel you looking at me Your eyes are searching I open my eyes and gaze into yours You kiss me
to lose my grasp on reality i fill your place with another
People walk past me on the street or in the store or at the mall They don't even know I am there. My eyes are downward at all times. If I can't see them, they can't see me. If someone sees...
What are we but solitary beings, floating in our indifferent existence knowing we cannot believe what another tells us, we cannot let another inside our heads and especially not our hearts. If we...
Let me sleep. Let me go. Let me dream.
time is precious as it passes teasing my mind what will it bring?
pulled slowly to shreds by the harsh indifference of those around me.
I am trying to exist in a world I helped create and now have no control over.
It hurts that you brought her into our lives.. Into MY life, MY world, MY family WHILE I WAS STILL HERE
A harsh word an angry look A love repressed a singe of heat a burned out flame a slighted heart it's not the same.
It's time to be thankful for each member of your large family who takes all morning in the bathroom, uses all your shampoo, tries on your makeup and rummages through your medicine cabinet.
The first thing I read on the website about the NCLB Act is the July 2005 Nation's Report Card (NAEP) saying it is working because "student achievement is rising across America"...and what I am wonder...
While Erie is known for its maritime history during the Battle of Lake Erie in 1813 and scenic Presque Isle State Park, it is also loaded with fun things to do year-round and the Halloween season is n...
Transitioning to a school setting is a major milestone for millions of children; however, research by the National Center for Early Development & Learning indicates that transition practices used in s...
Natalee Holloway was an 18 year old honor student with a scholarship to the University of Alabama waiting for her when she walked out of a bar and into international headlines.
Whether you have already given birth, just found out it's in your future or are approaching your first Kindergarten send-off there is something I want you to be aware of…something I want you to t...
You just can NOT fully grasp my fear and loathing of BUGS. You can't. You haven't seen the tears or fits of hysteria. I know, it's sad really. I'm a fairly bright, happy, intelligent human being who i...
Like most tales this can be traced back in time to one significant event. In my case, my saga begins with the overflowing of the toilet.
This weekend I am dogsitting for a friend. Not a very CLOSE friend, mind you. Let me tell you how insane I am: we have seven kids (five of whom who are still at home), we already have a dog,and it's ...
Whether updating your current room scheme or completely changing your mind about what you like, you can accomplish your decorating goal for under $100 with a little bit of research and some carefully ...