Awkward Ashley
@awkwardashley.bsky.social
Weird womxn who writes.
What is a Maelstrom to a Mountain?
What is a Maelstrom to a Mountain?
Reposted by Awkward Ashley
A quick reminder about tomorrow! Thank you to everyone who’s shown up over the last two days to lobby Congress! Let’s keep it going!
November 21, 2025 at 10:03 PM
A quick reminder about tomorrow! Thank you to everyone who’s shown up over the last two days to lobby Congress! Let’s keep it going!
"You're not in the family group chat so I just never remember to think about you."
Dang. Thanks, ma.
Dang. Thanks, ma.
October 2, 2025 at 10:57 AM
"You're not in the family group chat so I just never remember to think about you."
Dang. Thanks, ma.
Dang. Thanks, ma.
Just because I'm overstimulated, doesn't mean it's anyone's fault.
September 29, 2025 at 12:19 AM
Just because I'm overstimulated, doesn't mean it's anyone's fault.
The sound of grief,
Is a wailing in my bones,
A bubbling beneath my skin.
The sound of grief,
Is clicking heels echoing,
Down a long hospital hallway.
The sound of grief,
Is an honest thought,
I'll go see him Sunday.
The sound of grief,
Is a 2am Sunday call,
He's gone.
#grief #cptsd #poetsky #oc
Is a wailing in my bones,
A bubbling beneath my skin.
The sound of grief,
Is clicking heels echoing,
Down a long hospital hallway.
The sound of grief,
Is an honest thought,
I'll go see him Sunday.
The sound of grief,
Is a 2am Sunday call,
He's gone.
#grief #cptsd #poetsky #oc
September 17, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like a betrayal,
of myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like a reminder,
to myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like we lost,
our one chance.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I failed you,
once again.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I am the,
bad eldest daughter.
I am so angry, Dad.
Feels like a betrayal,
of myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like a reminder,
to myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like we lost,
our one chance.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I failed you,
once again.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I am the,
bad eldest daughter.
I am so angry, Dad.
September 16, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like a betrayal,
of myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like a reminder,
to myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like we lost,
our one chance.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I failed you,
once again.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I am the,
bad eldest daughter.
I am so angry, Dad.
Feels like a betrayal,
of myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like a reminder,
to myself.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like we lost,
our one chance.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I failed you,
once again.
Missing you, Dad,
Feels like I am the,
bad eldest daughter.
I am so angry, Dad.
I want to reach out,
To my mom,
And tell her,
My best friend from high school,
Just messaged me.
And not to be,
Hey girlie,
But genuinely,
To check in on me,
& say sorry,
For whatever the reasons are,
We found ourselves so drifted apart.
But I know what she'd say,
&
I'd rather have friends anyway.
To my mom,
And tell her,
My best friend from high school,
Just messaged me.
And not to be,
Hey girlie,
But genuinely,
To check in on me,
& say sorry,
For whatever the reasons are,
We found ourselves so drifted apart.
But I know what she'd say,
&
I'd rather have friends anyway.
August 31, 2025 at 7:52 PM
I want to reach out,
To my mom,
And tell her,
My best friend from high school,
Just messaged me.
And not to be,
Hey girlie,
But genuinely,
To check in on me,
& say sorry,
For whatever the reasons are,
We found ourselves so drifted apart.
But I know what she'd say,
&
I'd rather have friends anyway.
To my mom,
And tell her,
My best friend from high school,
Just messaged me.
And not to be,
Hey girlie,
But genuinely,
To check in on me,
& say sorry,
For whatever the reasons are,
We found ourselves so drifted apart.
But I know what she'd say,
&
I'd rather have friends anyway.
The adage comes from the Crimean War, when soldiers believed that lighting three cigarettes with one match would result in one soldier's death.
I'm not sure,
Where the adage,
"They come in 3s"
Comes from,
But if it is so,
Then I am expecting
One more ghost.
#writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #poetsky #poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #oc #imgonnalookitup
Where the adage,
"They come in 3s"
Comes from,
But if it is so,
Then I am expecting
One more ghost.
#writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #poetsky #poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #oc #imgonnalookitup
August 31, 2025 at 12:04 PM
The adage comes from the Crimean War, when soldiers believed that lighting three cigarettes with one match would result in one soldier's death.
I'm not sure,
Where the adage,
"They come in 3s"
Comes from,
But if it is so,
Then I am expecting
One more ghost.
#writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #poetsky #poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #oc #imgonnalookitup
Where the adage,
"They come in 3s"
Comes from,
But if it is so,
Then I am expecting
One more ghost.
#writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #poetsky #poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #oc #imgonnalookitup
August 31, 2025 at 11:47 AM
I'm not sure,
Where the adage,
"They come in 3s"
Comes from,
But if it is so,
Then I am expecting
One more ghost.
#writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #poetsky #poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #oc #imgonnalookitup
Where the adage,
"They come in 3s"
Comes from,
But if it is so,
Then I am expecting
One more ghost.
#writingprompt #writingcommunity #writesky #poetsky #poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #oc #imgonnalookitup
It's 2000, I'm 15. What am I doing. Where am I going. Who am I friends with. Who was I.
My parents' problem. Gifted kid with a grudge. Trying to be liked, trying to avoid sin, trying to be born again.
Trying.
Hard.
It's been 25 years. Everyone I knew then is a stranger to me now.
Even me.
My parents' problem. Gifted kid with a grudge. Trying to be liked, trying to avoid sin, trying to be born again.
Trying.
Hard.
It's been 25 years. Everyone I knew then is a stranger to me now.
Even me.
August 30, 2025 at 6:03 PM
It's 2000, I'm 15. What am I doing. Where am I going. Who am I friends with. Who was I.
My parents' problem. Gifted kid with a grudge. Trying to be liked, trying to avoid sin, trying to be born again.
Trying.
Hard.
It's been 25 years. Everyone I knew then is a stranger to me now.
Even me.
My parents' problem. Gifted kid with a grudge. Trying to be liked, trying to avoid sin, trying to be born again.
Trying.
Hard.
It's been 25 years. Everyone I knew then is a stranger to me now.
Even me.
Reposted by Awkward Ashley
August 28, 2025 at 5:56 PM
I remember the palm trees against a twilight sky, the orange glow of the streetlights...
Was that the last time I lived in a place with streetlights?
Was that the last time I lived in a place with streetlights?
August 25, 2025 at 12:16 AM
I remember the palm trees against a twilight sky, the orange glow of the streetlights...
Was that the last time I lived in a place with streetlights?
Was that the last time I lived in a place with streetlights?
Gosh,
How fortunate am I,
To witness this spider,
Capture the stars,
In the sky?
#poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #writingcommunity #oc #poetsky #writingprompt
How fortunate am I,
To witness this spider,
Capture the stars,
In the sky?
#poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #writingcommunity #oc #poetsky #writingprompt
August 23, 2025 at 12:22 AM
Gosh,
How fortunate am I,
To witness this spider,
Capture the stars,
In the sky?
#poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #writingcommunity #oc #poetsky #writingprompt
How fortunate am I,
To witness this spider,
Capture the stars,
In the sky?
#poetry #vss365 #vssdaily #writingcommunity #oc #poetsky #writingprompt
My parents hit me & threatened me with violence, so did my grandparents. These are my earliest memories. Teachers in elementary who knew my grandma and taught my mother, threatened me with the same violence. I was in 1st grade when 1 washed my mouth out w/ soap.
#cptsd #writingcommunity #oc #vss365
#cptsd #writingcommunity #oc #vss365
August 22, 2025 at 2:41 PM
My parents hit me & threatened me with violence, so did my grandparents. These are my earliest memories. Teachers in elementary who knew my grandma and taught my mother, threatened me with the same violence. I was in 1st grade when 1 washed my mouth out w/ soap.
#cptsd #writingcommunity #oc #vss365
#cptsd #writingcommunity #oc #vss365
Would you believe,
I still cook the recipes,
You taught me?
Za'tar and tzatziki,
Kafta and kibbeh,
Like you taught me.
#vssdaily #vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsky #poetry #oc #LB
I still cook the recipes,
You taught me?
Za'tar and tzatziki,
Kafta and kibbeh,
Like you taught me.
#vssdaily #vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsky #poetry #oc #LB
August 17, 2025 at 9:48 PM
Would you believe,
I still cook the recipes,
You taught me?
Za'tar and tzatziki,
Kafta and kibbeh,
Like you taught me.
#vssdaily #vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsky #poetry #oc #LB
I still cook the recipes,
You taught me?
Za'tar and tzatziki,
Kafta and kibbeh,
Like you taught me.
#vssdaily #vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsky #poetry #oc #LB
I think in
Staccato
When I
Need to think
Real
Slow.
#poetry #poetsky #author #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #writingprompt #writingcommunity
Staccato
When I
Need to think
Real
Slow.
#poetry #poetsky #author #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #writingprompt #writingcommunity
August 9, 2025 at 7:16 PM
I think in
Staccato
When I
Need to think
Real
Slow.
#poetry #poetsky #author #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #writingprompt #writingcommunity
Staccato
When I
Need to think
Real
Slow.
#poetry #poetsky #author #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #writingprompt #writingcommunity
Get your
Spoon,
Out of
My pot.
#vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #writingprompt #writingcommunity #boundaries #nosoupforyou
Spoon,
Out of
My pot.
#vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #writingprompt #writingcommunity #boundaries #nosoupforyou
August 9, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Get your
Spoon,
Out of
My pot.
#vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #writingprompt #writingcommunity #boundaries #nosoupforyou
Spoon,
Out of
My pot.
#vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #writingprompt #writingcommunity #boundaries #nosoupforyou
"Your obsession with the "why" is an avoidance of what is."
Yes, alright. I'll keep that.
Yes, alright. I'll keep that.
August 8, 2025 at 12:16 PM
"Your obsession with the "why" is an avoidance of what is."
Yes, alright. I'll keep that.
Yes, alright. I'll keep that.
Oh, that smile!
That wickedly enchanting thing
That crawls across your face
The moment all my poised
Rules and eccentricities
Fall to my ankles in disgrace.
#oc #poetry #poetsky #writingcommunity
That wickedly enchanting thing
That crawls across your face
The moment all my poised
Rules and eccentricities
Fall to my ankles in disgrace.
#oc #poetry #poetsky #writingcommunity
August 7, 2025 at 12:07 AM
Oh, that smile!
That wickedly enchanting thing
That crawls across your face
The moment all my poised
Rules and eccentricities
Fall to my ankles in disgrace.
#oc #poetry #poetsky #writingcommunity
That wickedly enchanting thing
That crawls across your face
The moment all my poised
Rules and eccentricities
Fall to my ankles in disgrace.
#oc #poetry #poetsky #writingcommunity
Me and my intuition (every single past version of myself) after a suspect interaction with someone who doesn't have good intentions.
#art #writingcommunity #intuition #witchsky
#art #writingcommunity #intuition #witchsky
August 6, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Me and my intuition (every single past version of myself) after a suspect interaction with someone who doesn't have good intentions.
#art #writingcommunity #intuition #witchsky
#art #writingcommunity #intuition #witchsky
I removed the teeth that anger gave me,
The gnashing ivory of hate.
I removed them one by one,
Staving a hunger that will not abate.
Give me bleeding gums,
Harmless and tender.
Over the violent consumption,
In all its gore and splendor.
#oc #poetsky #writingcommunity #vssdaily #vss365 #art
The gnashing ivory of hate.
I removed them one by one,
Staving a hunger that will not abate.
Give me bleeding gums,
Harmless and tender.
Over the violent consumption,
In all its gore and splendor.
#oc #poetsky #writingcommunity #vssdaily #vss365 #art
August 6, 2025 at 1:04 PM
Reposted by Awkward Ashley
someone’s lips & jaw
refused to pucker & drop—
instead, their lips spread wide
& sauce became #sass
then slipped from the plate
into the spirit of a child
or lower caste—
when they’d dare
the world turned—
hunty yass!
we all strut and attitude now,
all spice of life & free
some journey
#vss365
refused to pucker & drop—
instead, their lips spread wide
& sauce became #sass
then slipped from the plate
into the spirit of a child
or lower caste—
when they’d dare
the world turned—
hunty yass!
we all strut and attitude now,
all spice of life & free
some journey
#vss365
August 5, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Don't mistake me.
I know why she was,
The way that she was.
I get it.
I forgive it,
But I certainly didn't deserve it.
#oc #writingcommunity #writingprompt #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #author #cptsd
I know why she was,
The way that she was.
I get it.
I forgive it,
But I certainly didn't deserve it.
#oc #writingcommunity #writingprompt #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #author #cptsd
August 5, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Don't mistake me.
I know why she was,
The way that she was.
I get it.
I forgive it,
But I certainly didn't deserve it.
#oc #writingcommunity #writingprompt #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #author #cptsd
I know why she was,
The way that she was.
I get it.
I forgive it,
But I certainly didn't deserve it.
#oc #writingcommunity #writingprompt #writesky #vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #poetsky #author #cptsd
The symbol of this #cymbal is crashing into an unwelcoming shoreline.
It is lined with buildings and smells like the taint of humanity.
I used to know every coastline, every grain of sand.
And now its all crashing down cymbalically, in a symbolic way.
It is lined with buildings and smells like the taint of humanity.
I used to know every coastline, every grain of sand.
And now its all crashing down cymbalically, in a symbolic way.
August 5, 2025 at 11:13 PM
The symbol of this #cymbal is crashing into an unwelcoming shoreline.
It is lined with buildings and smells like the taint of humanity.
I used to know every coastline, every grain of sand.
And now its all crashing down cymbalically, in a symbolic way.
It is lined with buildings and smells like the taint of humanity.
I used to know every coastline, every grain of sand.
And now its all crashing down cymbalically, in a symbolic way.