What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved

Let us just say three words: Beautiful Organized Chaos. Some short writings that sum up subjects that already passed yet still others exist and grow. I hope you take something from my writing and hold onto it whenever you need to hear a second voice. Allow yourself to digest and experience these separate pieces to your own imagination. Enjoy lovely! Much appreciation to my readers for taking the time to read what I've wanted to share.

when life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry

a collection of short poems that were the result of late night breakdowns i sincerely hope you can't relate to some of these enjoy p.s. lowercase intended

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

This book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyone you know are experiencing these things then i highly suggest you get help. Also, I appreciate all questions and comments.

Poetry slams *snaps* This contains my on and off poems full of life and personal experiences or my mind just throwing up on a page. !!NOW WITH FELLOW POETS THAT I BELIEVE NEED RECOGNITION ON WATTPAD!! (You may message me if you'd like to be in this with your poetry[credited of course]) Don't worry about this if you do not care for such poetry and stories told through vague words that you must infer upon. More meaningful than what meets the eye. (I totally didn't do a tøp reference, what?)

You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

basically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my embarrassing old work. Originally, I was just going to unpublish this completely, as a lot of it is sort of awkwardly personal, but I decided maybe I could leave some of it up, and this... this is the result. I went through this, published and unpublished chapters alike, and booooyyy was it an experience. I've made some risky and frankly terrifying decisions about what to leave up (and possibly publish for the first time) and slightly altered my style. I went ahead and kept it all lowercase and edgy because... it would feel kind of insincere otherwise? But I did organize everything into neater paragraphs, and I revised or abridged a few of the poems, either to make it less personal or to simply make it better. Actually, the title still stands. Is this crap poetry? I'm really unsure, no joke.

As Alice she was trapped inside a twisted wonderland As Alice she was living a life he stole As Alice she was never given the upper hand As Alice she was falling down the rabbit hole