Description: what a unique title, eh? this one was written some time ago at work... funny how muse strikes in the unlikeliest of places.
Ashes -------------------------------------------
The fear and the passion that rose up from the ashes
of loving and losing each other
Is like a sweet memory that despite time still lingers
at the back of my throat as a sob.
Yet still...
There's nothing but passion, now dusty gray ashes
that left us both empty inside.
Wow, this is really powerful. I noticed the word "closure" somewhere in the jumble of comments, and this piece is all about not having any. the 2nd and 3rd stanzas are definitely my favorite.. I don't know what else to add. There's something about this piece that hits something inside of me, makes me cringe and feel almost nauseous. I don't know if it's from relating with the piece, or fear of it perhaps, but it strikes an uneasy chord with me, and that intrigues me. Good write.
the place of muse is not so unusaul ,for me,any job i get now ,i am usaully day dreaming and thinking about other things .yea,a million miles away,most of the time now though, its all about getting it down on paper ,something bosses never get ,cause it dont have nothing to do with profit,i guess i understand that.
any wayin "ASHES" THE WRITE IS SO GOOD AND SO TIED TOGETHER GREATLY,I WAS WONDERING ON THE LINE, THERS NOTHING BUT PASSION,NOW DUSTY GRAY ASHES,, IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ,THERE IS NO MORE PASSION,OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT OR IF I AM READING IT WRONG I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW PS SORRY FOR THE CAPS BAD HABIT i am workin on this typing skill thing since i cant afford a personal typist/editing assist. pleasure to read ya paulie d
Submission Name: Ashes
