• ashe vernon •
There are poets who sing you to sleep and poets who ready you for war and I want to be both.
poetry spilled ink ashe vernon way too late at night reads
I made the word “queer” a part of me right around when I started college during a time when nothing really made sense and I was ...
Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind...
I don’t know how to not love people when they’re hurting. I guess that’s why I keep falling in love with open wounds and ...
Bring me the girls still rough around the edges, who never knew the word ‘pretty’– girls with teeth for tearing. Bring me ...
Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you&r...
… I’d like to take a moment to submit a formal apology to my soft parts because they kept me warm when I was trying to freeze to deat...
I held on so long, I think, because when the ship was sinking, you looked more like the shore than the lifeboat ever did. And if I know ...
At the very least, poetry and science are sisters. But, more likely, they are the soul and the body, sharing a single heart, whispering ari...
I write to you like a lover but we have never been in love. Three AM and I’m sending snapshots of my heart because you are the only on...
You were the one who held his hand after the fist fight that left his knuckles like red wine on fresh-turned dirt. All this time, and I alwa...
Which is worse? The ones who kiss you but don’t want to read your poems or the ones who wouldn’t love you if you didn’t wr...
sext: your teeth are pit-stops on the map of my thighs. neon signs I can revisit later: you loved me here and here, and here.
I want you to stop treating Hurt like an old friend. When he knocks at the door, stop letting him in. You deserve better than this. Can&rsqu...
When he says He doesn’t love you anymore, Roll your shoulders back And look him in the eye Even when it feels like your ribs Are break...
You’re hurt because it was temporary— of fucking course it was temporary. No lover knows the meaning of forever when they press ...
It’s so easy for love to hurt me. Hate has never cut half as deep, or ached for half as long. Hate barely hurts at all. But love? God,...
My sophomore year of college, I had to take this class called Honors Human Sexuality. Which was a strange kind of class to wander into becau...