I am dying deep down inside and there is nothing shown on the shallows
It might cut me scars and run out my blood but I will keep it in the shadows
Sometimes I am sick of me, sick of trying to be great to those who fooled me, sick of them to tryina show me they are great so I am great again and they fool me again.
Are not we insane?
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It might cut me scars and run out my blood but I will keep it in the shadows
Sometimes I am sick of me, sick of trying to be great to those who fooled me, sick of them to tryina show me they are great so I am great again and they fool me again.
Are not we insane?
#review #ashes #rubbish
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Ocean of Burning Sand.
Across the still waters, a fleet of boat;
broken are the oars broken are the men ,
A feeling settles and sinks in the heart
a little ray of hope din't make it to the dark den ,
Every times the scotch mist drizzles on the skin,
sad are the bleeding heart waiting for the sun again .
Bring me back the rustic scent of those days, my heart longs every now and then.
The satin sand slips from the fist , makes the noise so crisp and warm ,
The droplets set to make their way graze the hazel eyes, hiding inside is a roaring storm ,
Time has come , time has come , says the racing heart,
Its time to walk ahead and do what is your part.
What good are the goodbye's that rips the old oak from her soul apart.
Its a stained shroud and a trembling hands and the lone humdrum starts.
The singing sand whistles through the dunes , scorching sea and burning fumes.
There walks a tender pair , burning are the feet against all odds and the blazing heat..
The solace lost and found in strings it's a world full words and a scar that stings.
Alone in the crowd is the journey planned the screaming silence and a ocean of burning sand.. Ashes
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Ocean of Burning Sand.
Across the still waters, a fleet of boat;
broken are the oars broken are the men ,
A feeling settles and sinks in the heart
a little ray of hope din't make it to the dark den ,
Every times the scotch mist drizzles on the skin,
sad are the bleeding heart waiting for the sun again .
Bring me back the rustic scent of those days, my heart longs every now and then.
The satin sand slips from the fist , makes the noise so crisp and warm ,
The droplets set to make their way graze the hazel eyes, hiding inside is a roaring storm ,
Time has come , time has come , says the racing heart,
Its time to walk ahead and do what is your part.
What good are the goodbye's that rips the old oak from her soul apart.
Its a stained shroud and a trembling hands and the lone humdrum starts.
The singing sand whistles through the dunes , scorching sea and burning fumes.
There walks a tender pair , burning are the feet against all odds and the blazing heat..
The solace lost and found in strings it's a world full words and a scar that stings.
Alone in the crowd is the journey planned the screaming silence and a ocean of burning sand.. Ashes
#review #poem #ashes
Memories
Memories , some burst of colours, some very define, some pale and faint.
Spaced in the time and reality there is no time for a re-visit or a retouch of paint .
These pictures tell you who you are and the journey that made “you” today .
Your picture in some one’s mind and heart may bring a smile and make it a day.
Options are many, you could be a soul remembered for ages to come and go
For you have brought in the joy of sharing and bringing smile where ever you go
Or you crumbled the paper, tore it apart too hard to be undone
One day you are gone and your memories are timbered , choose care fully which one.
...Ashes
Memories
Memories , some burst of colours, some very define, some pale and faint.
Spaced in the time and reality there is no time for a re-visit or a retouch of paint .
These pictures tell you who you are and the journey that made “you” today .
Your picture in some one’s mind and heart may bring a smile and make it a day.
Options are many, you could be a soul remembered for ages to come and go
For you have brought in the joy of sharing and bringing smile where ever you go
Or you crumbled the paper, tore it apart too hard to be undone
One day you are gone and your memories are timbered , choose care fully which one.
...Ashes