Update.

I lost my job. So that has caused some complications for me.

I’m a hairdresser and sadly, where I was working in a super unhealthy environment. So in a emotional moment (not my best idea) I walked away from a job. The reason I started this blog was to have an escape from my job and real world.

I’ve been applying every where and through this experience I’ve learned I want to continue to write and also start working for myself and doing hair from home.

I’d like to share this journey with you guys. This post is a total mess but who cares, my life is a mess.

Please stick with me, I can’t promise anything but I’m gonna try and make it.

 

Ashtree

Ps. I love shark tank, yes.

 

Blondie.

Down the rabbit hole,

Was a mad man with a hat.

Lost a head someone did,

Screamed a red queen.

Praying hands in silence,

Sat a white queen.

Shh, the mad man whispered,

A feline is about.

Riddles and rhymes is all he speaks.

Trust no one,

Said a hazy bug.

Tick tock,

Tick tock,

Running late,

Be haste said a white rabbit.

Tea time, Blondie.

Where is home?

Too late.

Down the rabbit hole,

She lost her mind.

 

Ashtree.

Favorite Candy.

Sugar sweet,

Tastes like gumdrops.

Ask me to pull ’em apart like twizzlers.

Dying to savor it like a blueberry jolly rancher.

Burning hot like red cinnamon candies,

Sugar sweet,

Is what you taste like.

 

-getting ready for work, so this needs some major editing but eating candies sounds so much better than cutting hair. Ugh.

 

Ashtree

 

Dream A Dream

What is it like,

To dream a dream with you?

Breathless kisses under balloon trees,

You hit me like a tsunami.

I’ll be waiting behind this green door,

Remember to say what is uncertain.

I’ll be waiting to dream a dream

With you.

 

-Rough and raw. Literally wrote this while waiting to go see my crazy doctor.

-inspired by a book called Dream a Little Dream by Kerstin Gier. Romance and fantasy fiction.

 

Ashtree.

Update!

SO 

I’m gonna try something fun! And maybe you’ll want to as well.

I’m gonna choose a day of the week and every week I will find a random object and try and write a story for it. I think it’ll be a cool way to challenge myself and even you! It can be serious or funny, sad or happy. It might be inspired by a memory or absolutely nothing. I’d love for everyone to participate and send me whatever they write so I can post it here!

If you do write something and want me to post it, send it to my email! Ashleygardner1794@hotmail.com

Let’s continue to challenge ourselves to get better!

Ashtree

The Real Me?

It’s like I’m drowning in my own pool of thoughts. I can’t seem to resurface and I can’t seem to find the light everyone is talking about. Where am I?

It’s like, I’m standing still but everyone around me is walking, running, sprinting. I can’t move, I can’t even begin to catch up.

Glass half full, glass half empty, I don’t think anything is in my glass.

I’m breaking, can anyone hear my pleas, my screams? The blade takes away the temporary pain but it all comes back when I’m covered in disappointment for caving. Help.

Am I even good at this? Will I be good at anything? Will it come together or am I another dead on the inside amateur writer?

This is raw, this is my pain, this is the real me.

 

And I just posted it on the internet.

Can you hear me?

 

Ashtree.

Tantrum

I remember..

It started with the electric buzzing, making the small boy cringe in the oversized seat. As the cold metal touched the nape of his neck, he squealed and twisted to look the devil in the face. Mama Bear pushed us forward, swearing him to be a good boy.

It resumed, the metal machine shedding away at his old, winter coat allowing it to fall underneath his shirt. The cape was too loose but any tighter he screamed he wouldn’t be able to breathe. He started to squirm again, raged about the skin crawling itch that was spreading across his back. Reacting quickly, warm air rushed out from the overly loud blowdryer hoping to remove any reminisce of small follicles that had stuck to his sweaty skin.

Hope had starred to fade but we sprayed cold water to his dirty hair. However his reaction had been alarming, seeming to be possessed almost, yelling as the water touched him. He had continued to lung forward whenever the shears got near his head.

Minutes passed but it had become too late, the boy had turned full monster, falling deeper into the chair. Kicking drawers and throwing combs, he hoped to scare us away. It was clearly Hell for him, not allowing anyone to console him. No lollipop could save that appointment. Nobody could have gotten close with the tools, all of his mane dripped in what might have been a mixture of sweat and water.

Mama Bear wasn’t hearing his calls, she had fallen into a trance, praising the child on his behavior and referring to him as a “good boy”.

Stop the horror, end the pain. The child was curled in the chair, stricken with grief. Finally, lead woman claims defeat for us, saying this cannot be completed. Mama Bear was shocked, not comprehending the results of that evening.

Though the child felt like he had finally won the war, Mama Bear realized her child was leaving looking like a complete idiot.

My final thought that night, “I just had the child from Hell in my salon.”

Ashtree.

 

P.s. excuse my rough draft.

First Page.

Here we go. I’m taking a risk and putting myself out there for all of you to see, in hopes to reach others through my writing. I want this to be the place I start, maybe where all of us will start.

My dream is to fill this blog with writings that will be entertaining, relatable, transforming, heartfelt and whatever else my mind and heart will conjure up. Maybe someday, you’ll want to share too. You will want to send me your writings and I can share them through this blog. But I’ll start.

I hope you will stick around and bare with me as I navigate through this new universe. I hope you will read my writings and at best, help you through a hard day. But I will be happy if you just like them, if you come back to read more. I’m open to feedback and comments. This is in work.

Today is the first page in my, or maybe our, book.

Ashtree.