Ashlie White, born on February 19th 1986,in Manchester, England
has been writing poetry from an early age and had a poem published for a book entitled ‘The colours of life’.His work ranges from organic and refreshing to quirky and surreal,citing the likes of Carol Ann Duffy and Charles Bukowski as inspirations.





Winter

I have so little to do
and so long to do it in
being outside the window
as you so potently explained
is to be showered with piss
from gods sweaty cock
its to get driblets on your eyelashes
and a cold blowing of his lips
freezes your frail body
its called winter
and for all its discrepancies
I find it romantic in the strangest of ways
To watch people getting wet from your window
is a comforting feeling
To read a book and peer at
umbrella waving black suited penguins with briefcases
is a special feeling.


Warm Breeze

I crave your warm breeze
the same warm breeze that fills your heart
and its difficult to climb these walls
when you fall from the sky

Summer lives in you
and everything dances in your shadows
and its difficult to climb these walls
when you fall from the sky

I will pick your petals to keep me alive
I will taste your scent it gives me light


Obvious

I awake to a strong scent of death
and as it fades, it only ripens your senses
turn yourself over
the black and blue of the sky only matches
when we fall aligned with the
stars
no one exists
the way the exhibit carried you
you'll fall over the moon
for your intentions are so blatant.