AshFall - Hello Poetry

I ****** the vessel that one day will inherit this heart. With it the sadness they will never know and the love they will never feel. In time I learned it's a selfish act to rid myself of this burden. To give such false-promise and hope is my heart screaming in spite. I only hated what I never understood.

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC

AshFall

The Donor

I ****** the vessel that one day will inherit this heart. With it the sadness they will never know and the love they will never feel. In time I learned it's a selfish act to rid myself of this burden. To give such false-promise and hope is my heart screaming in spite. I only hated what I never understood.

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I'm just passing through the eyes. Of those who never knew I was alive. The passion, unveils the truth. Holding the love that got me through, this night. The world is the canvas, you are the muse. The past that has passed now must conclude. Martyred in flesh, in heart we live on. Your youth spent troubled is already gone.

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC

AshFall

The Graveless

I'm just passing through the eyes. Of those who never knew I was alive. The passion, unveils the truth. Holding the love that got me through, this night. The world is the canvas, you are the muse. The past that has passed now must conclude. Martyred in flesh, in heart we live on. Your youth spent troubled is already gone.

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These cuts aren't from paper.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC

AshFall

Live, Love, Learn

These cuts aren't from paper.

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I'm so sorry so they say. I'm just your puppet for play.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC

AshFall

The Puppeteer

I'm so sorry so they say. I'm just your puppet for play.

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Passion is like a coal. Touch it and you will hurt. Hold it and you will be burned. Everything within reason will tell you to let go, but it hurts less to hold. Beauty resonates deep within the glowing essence. It harbors love, and harbors hate. This is passion, this is pain, this is happiness.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC

AshFall

Passion of Time

Passion is like a coal. Touch it and you will hurt. Hold it and you will be burned. Everything within reason will tell you to let go, but it hurts less to hold. Beauty resonates deep within the glowing essence. It harbors love, and harbors hate. This is passion, this is pain, this is happiness.

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I apologize for what is next My love for you doesn't exist It’s hard enough for me not to say I’m slowly falling the wrong way I never had what felt right I never slept at night How could you even see When the truth was under lock and key In my dreams you always hang And when I wake I feel the pain Now swallow your problems away Take your dose to numb the day Let my love loose Let it bleed profuse I couldn't resist the desire Ah cheating liar I should be dead The urge inside my head Now let it go, the pain begins to slow You’re not my only, love The scars, I have seen My heart, it always bleeds The pain, floods my mind The hate, cuts through the night

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC

AshFall

If You're Reading This Then I'm Dead Or Dying

I apologize for what is next My love for you doesn't exist It’s hard enough for me not to say I’m slowly falling the wrong way I never had what felt right I never slept at night How could you even see When the truth was under lock and key In my dreams you always hang And when I wake I feel the pain Now swallow your problems away Take your dose to numb the day Let my love loose Let it bleed profuse I couldn't resist the desire Ah cheating liar I should be dead The urge inside my head Now let it go, the pain begins to slow You’re not my only, love The scars, I have seen My heart, it always bleeds The pain, floods my mind The hate, cuts through the night

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In theory these words will never hurt In practice I’ll make it work My life is hopeless need for wanting affection I’ll always see it as some imperfection Why can’t I get it right?

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC

AshFall

It's Not The End Of The World It's Only Tuesday

In theory these words will never hurt In practice I’ll make it work My life is hopeless need for wanting affection I’ll always see it as some imperfection Why can’t I get it right?

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