Ashlyne x Lucia

Make the Dark Souls: Collaboration of Lucia's poems and Ashlyne's photographs. Hover over images to view the full poem.


LG ; MEDICATION I     I float on thin air. I am trapped in a heaven of blue ice, lightweight, hazy.    I float on thin air becoming a witness, I can’t come down and exist anymore, I never wanted this, you know, I never wanted it like this.    I’m a kite of bones frozen in spot, quiet, tense, exhausted, it’s never been so hard to move,  it’s never been so hard gather my thoughts. I am only air and I hate myself now beyond repair.    I just dream of sleeping, I don’t dream when I sleep; I hallucinate with lives I want and moments I miss.    I float on thin air,  a corpse imprisoned in blue ice, there is no oxygen no touch no words.    I can’t come down I can’t come down The static around me won’t let you hear me screaming I can’t come down I’m fading up here I come undone.

LG ; MEDICATION I

I float on thin air.
I am trapped in a heaven of blue ice,
lightweight, hazy.

I float on thin air becoming a witness,
I can’t come down and exist anymore,
I never wanted this, you know, I never wanted it like this.

I’m a kite of bones frozen in spot,
quiet, tense, exhausted,
it’s never been so hard to move,
it’s never been so hard gather my thoughts.
I am only air and I hate myself now beyond repair.

I just dream of sleeping,
I don’t dream when I sleep;
I hallucinate with lives I want and moments I miss.

I float on thin air,
a corpse imprisoned in blue ice,
there is no oxygen
no touch
no words.

I can’t come down
I can’t come down
The static around me won’t let you hear me screaming
I can’t come down
I’m fading
up here
I come undone.


LG ; THEORY OF COLOR II     I once wrote I saw you blue -among a hundred other colors- and wondered if it was because you were sad or because you were peaceful. As I’ve gotten to know you, I still see you blue, and found blue is indeed for sadness.    I can’t say I’m surprised, harsh as it sounds. Peace is elusive to the intense, peace is the opposite to your electricity.    Blue is for sadness, a special kind of sadness -lonely, hollow, numb, misunderstood, lost sadness, And I’m sorry,  I really wish you weren’t going through it, -I really wish I didn’t understand exactly how you feel.    Blue, though, in you, makes me think of something else too.  A sea breeze, perhaps, and that’s for freedom;    Blue… Deep, intense, indigo blue, The sky at night.  And that’s for magic.

LG ; THEORY OF COLOR II

I once wrote I saw you blue
-among a hundred other colors- and wondered if it was because you were sad or because you were peaceful.
As I’ve gotten to know you, I still see you blue, and found
blue is indeed for sadness.

I can’t say I’m surprised, harsh as it sounds. Peace is elusive to the intense, peace is the opposite to your electricity.

Blue is for sadness, a special kind of sadness -lonely, hollow, numb, misunderstood, lost sadness,
And I’m sorry,
I really wish you weren’t going through it,
-I really wish I didn’t understand exactly how you feel.

Blue, though, in you, makes me think of something else too.
A sea breeze, perhaps, and that’s for freedom;

Blue… Deep, intense, indigo blue,
The sky at night.
And that’s for magic.


LG ; TO TEAR APART - 3: THE SEA     The sea welcomed me in its embrace -as soon as it saw me.  The sea licked with salt all the wounds you/he opened - and made them sting, and made them begin to heal.  The sea heard my screams of despair and anger -and matched them with its waves. The sea let me cry -then made my tears a part of its own. The sea saw your/his name on my footsteps in the sand -and washed them away, washed it all away.

LG ; TO TEAR APART - 3: THE SEA

The sea welcomed me in its embrace -as soon as it saw me.
The sea licked with salt all the wounds you/he opened - and made them sting, and made them begin to heal.
The sea heard my screams of despair and anger -and matched them with its waves.
The sea let me cry -then made my tears a part of its own.
The sea saw your/his name on my footsteps in the sand -and washed them away, washed it all away.


Strange works of the soul - Side B: That     I can’t feel myself, All I feel when I touch my skin is Coats of hands and bodies that Don’t belong to me.    Thick, strange, out of place, Yet… seemingly stuck on me forever.    And I panic, and I panic, and I panic, Because all I want to do is feel my own skin and be with my own being And I can’t Get Past Those layers of unwelcomed traces.

Strange works of the soul - Side B: That

I can’t feel myself,
All I feel when I touch my skin is Coats of hands and bodies that Don’t belong to me.

Thick, strange, out of place,
Yet… seemingly stuck on me forever.

And I panic, and I panic, and I panic,
Because all I want to do is feel my own skin and be with my own being
And I can’t
Get
Past
Those layers of unwelcomed traces.


Truth is I don’t know what it is (yet)     Someone realized I fell for you.   I couldn’t deny it when it was mentioned,   because in all matters concerning you, I can’t lie, I am bare, I am true.    I confessed silently   and it was never spoken of again.    Someone kissed you in front of me one late night.   I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t escape it,    so I stood there frozen in spot watching,    wondering,   secretly desiring.    One day everyone will know, everyone will see.   And it will be bittersweet   because I’m in a limbo,   in which I want you as my hidden fire and I wish to scream your name to all the winds.    In which I want to risk myself for a taste of you   And remain quiet and safe in the shadows, watching you be.    In which I don’t think you mean much some days,   yet I think about you everyday.

Truth is I don’t know what it is (yet)

Someone realized I fell for you.
I couldn’t deny it when it was mentioned,
because in all matters concerning you, I can’t lie, I am bare, I am true.
I confessed silently
and it was never spoken of again.

Someone kissed you in front of me one late night.
I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t escape it,
so I stood there frozen in spot watching,
wondering,
secretly desiring.

One day everyone will know, everyone will see.
And it will be bittersweet
because I’m in a limbo,
in which I want you as my hidden fire and I wish to scream your name to all the winds.

In which I want to risk myself for a taste of you
And remain quiet and safe in the shadows, watching you be.

In which I don’t think you mean much some days,
yet I think about you everyday.


LG ; SA EXTRACT - SMOKE TALKS     Never in my life did I think it was possible tomiss someone that much having them right in front of me.

LG ; SA EXTRACT - SMOKE TALKS

Never in my life did I think it was possible tomiss someone that much having them right in front of me.


LG: RENDEZ-VOUS     You always set the rendez-vous and never learnt to leave on time since with her anything short of eternal was not enough .

LG: RENDEZ-VOUS

You always set the rendez-vous and never learnt to leave on time since with her anything short of eternal was not enough.