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Ashes
Like a pile of ashes
That were once my soul
Ly there now, like it never existed,
Yet the smell is all too real and familiar.
Like a pile of ashes,
Of everlasting love
So slowing fading into the wind above.
Like a pile of ashes,
Carry me away
To that day, when the sun was shining and I was your everything
Like a pile of ashes
There you are
The way you were, and nothing more
Little pieces of life
With no understanding
A strand of jewels misplaced,
In a heart that has become nothing
more than a pile of ashes.
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Comment by: shepard - 2006-03-05 15:52
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| WOAH, DUDE< Lander, that's wonderful, her work is honest, illuminated and powerful enough to knock you off the page...YOU GO GIRL! |
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Comment by: Khema - 2006-02-23 09:59
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| Beautiful and poignant. As things are always changing in life, we can't expect things to stay the same forever. we can remember and always appreciate what was, what is now, and what will be. K~ |
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Comment by: - 2006-02-20 20:36
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To me, good writing is exhibited in both positive AND negative expression. It is the words we choose to maximize that expression. As always, nice job.
Marc |
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| I absolutely love this poem. I will continue reading everything you post. I relate to this poem so well. Unlike the comment before mine I think that this type of writing is what helps to heal and give hope to get over feelings. You cry through your writing. Write to heal is what I do. Write to better understand yourself and the problems you have to get over. |
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Comment by: Lander Online- 2006-01-12 04:15
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| I'm going to have to stop reading your work. There is so little hope. You write as though you are dead, a pile of ashes, burned in this life, burned in the next. Your life lived as if there is no tomorrow. |
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