People crave and worship attention like
a God,
and even if it's not good they still want to feed off of it even if its shooting
Blazing sun spit at them. -ashes
And what if we were not to work and
just live
How would life be?
But again some people for work is life to
them When thoughts cloud a mind and hands–
Hang loosely by the sides like a dying
leaf an empty glass left on the table
A fish washed up on the shore out cold .
They feel the need to fill it up
a need to soak that leaf in water and
slide it across the window plane leaving
the work to light itself,
A need to bury that fish when the ocean is it's home already,
And work to some beating souls feel
Like a ticket train to death closer, not yet
but almost. Some feels like it's both
And I've come to learn that Alough being
quiet is quit peaceful like cool warm
breeze dressing a skin.
That–
Being loud is not to bad also.
alough it's noisy
But weren't we born to make noise and
live joy?
I've walked the night yard with my ear
buds enjoying the gift of quite nights
That I can say nature has to offer one but many though thus is my favorite one.
when everyone is not rushing through
the brink of time, like its fight or die
Just so those girls in a jeep it sinking
But yet with the material thing sinking
Souls are as bright with some tinted
dark scars but yet they are living
Hearing the laughter in them rumble
Like earth quake shaking the quite street
Just to—
scare the Crap outt of me disturbing my
peace living a little quite or loud and
maybe it's not so bad.
-ashes poetry
A/N it's been a while since I updated it's just that work is quit chaotic and life in general but me being me I don't force my poems they come to me most times,
and sometimes i come to it yes chessy i know lol btw how are yall doing ? Taking care of yourself take it easy.
