Stay true they say to your self
But get confused and look at you secretly
Side ways when you do
My sister at nights scares me like a ghost
Shadow passing through and out the
curtains she,
Sleep touches as in like slap her foot to
my face almost knocked a tooth out one
time,
And it's true what they say writers,
people, artist don't know what they are
Writing creating untell they are finsh
sometimest they do most times they
don't like right now and
How do you know when your soul was
meant to be kept by another?
When it flutters?
When it rips through the rip cage of its
home seeking more
Or when it's trashing all about yet calm
But on the edge of a clift
And in life there are many things that
we must bare crazy the solitude the sun
the people who don't know how to bare
themselves even so they make it harder
For others to even bare them but
Time is like a bonfire flicking, slowing,
moving, diying
And we are one of it.
-ashespoetry
