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  May 10 Ash
𝐤𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚
You are the God of endings and beginnings.
so thank You, for every thing You bring to completion through the running of its course.
thank You, that if things end, there is hope for new beginnings.
  May 10 Ash
Ahmed Gamel
I lost, I broke, I burned to the ground,
Yet from my ashes, my crown unbound.
Through fire and fury, I carved my way,
Not for the world, but for the price I’d pay.

With sharpened mind and heart untamed,
I faced the void and felt no shame.
I reach for heights no soul has known,
Not for praise, but to claim my throne.

Where meaning blooms through love and pain,
Where every scar is gold to gain.
I’ll fall again—that truth I own,
But in each fall, my strength has grown.

I rise for me, for kin, for fire,
To light the path and take it higher.
Not for envy, nor for fame,
But for love, for will, for the name.

So let them watch, let them see,
What man can be when truly free,
When fire transforms to endless light,
When loss becomes the fuel for might.

Golden I rise, no crown I need,
The gold within is all I’ll heed.
I build, I climb, I break the chain—
For in my soul, the gold remains.
The Golden Remains” is the next chapter in my journey, a continuation of the ideas explored in my earlier work, "Golden, I Rise." While "Golden, I Rise" spoke of embracing the struggle, forging strength from pain, and building a path fueled by resilience, "The Golden Remains" takes that journey further. It reflects a deeper understanding of the internal process—the refining of one's spirit, the realization that the true gold is the wisdom, growth, and love we carry within. It is the product of all the fire and struggle, the golden truth we earn by walking through hardship and emerging unbroken. The crown is within, the gold is earned, and the journey continues.
  May 10 Ash
Ahmed Gamel
Do not come too close—God will cry.
A silent watcher in the endless sky.
A duty held for endless years,
Yet even gods can drown in tears.

To see it all and never change,
To watch, unmoved, through joy and pain.
What if, one day, He let it go?
A whisper lost beneath the snow.

Would He surrender? Would He break?
Would He abandon what’s at stake?
If even He could lose His mind,
Then what of us, so weak, so blind?
This poem explores the weight of responsibility, the fear of losing purpose, and the unsettling thought that even the strongest may break. If divinity can waver, what does that say about us?
Ash May 10
living and dying
are both the same
we know through the pain
that our lives cant be lame
we have to have trials
trials and tribulations
like godot said
"i cant see red"
so if were dying
might as well know we're dead
hard times in the life of ash r n
Ash May 9
they go together like
butter and jam
love and joy are the opposites
i feel hated
full of strife
i want to pull out the knife
is it the right choice?
all things dark
blood rings in my ear
but like the anime
i smile
for death
is freedom!
the truth of it
Ash May 8
like walking by a river
singing in the rain
sitting by the lake
having perfect peace
Ash May 5
as the days go by
my heart fades
and my silence keeps
as the beauty of the world
passes me by
the love i once felt
holds me to sigh
for when the morning comes
the dreamers awake
the stars fade
as my soul grows still
the sun comes up
and my spirit awaits
for a new day
because if the days go by
without a notice
we are shortning our lives
so let us pick a rose
and enjoy this day
for tomorrow lo,
here in this world will we stay?
this poem is actually done by me and i thought is up as i realized my age is only going up,not down...
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