Monday, April 18, 2011

I'm back with some poetry

With nothing left I'm burning within.
 But to realize this same fire put me in this state of being is the lesson.
 For what is lost today can be gained tomorrow. 


The sun makes everything bright. 
With these smoke filled breaths ambition still burns.
Though I don't flick the ashes I suffer the same fate at this moment of those still burning and turning in search of a river of survival.


during a poker games, with lots of friends...that smoked. I do not smoke 

7 comments:

  1. Nice, it all made sense after reading that last line. Well written.

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  2. Not bad, I can't write poetry for the life of me

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  3. nice poem! great blog too, followed.

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  4. Oh, I love poetry!
    As assumed by my blog, haha.

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