-{Dreaming Ashes}-{Poetry}

[Dreaming Ashes]

"Embrace"

Lay beside me and show me the world
Filled with beauty and wonder
Consumed by darkness, so divine.

Hold me in your arms
And whisper promises so that
They may become tainted in the ashes
The ashes that we breathe within the fire
Within the fire that burns in our souls

It's not too late,
To change the errors of our ways.
We were young, restless
Just searching for a place to belong,
Without really opening our hearts

We don't need global peace,
Flowers and sweet things.
Those are illusions; givin' to us
So that we may dream.

We've dreamt of worlds
Filled with peace
Ignoring the pleas of the pain
That settles in our souls
You cannot face truth
Without an open mind

There is beauty in this world
Truly, there is.
But first you must
Open your eyes, open your soul
To love what is abandoned.
To forgive what can be forgotten.

So, lay by me; hold me in your arms.
Whisper the truth to me, I'm not afraid of the pain.
It's better than being numb, to not feel your touch
Burning within me.

We can be together; forever,
And let that love sleep; forever sleep,
In the darkness that few embrace.

[Dreaming Ashes]

"Wasted"

I can't understand why it has to be this way
We're all running and running into this fray
Why can't we just stop and think
Before we fall and forever sink
Don't you get it?

I've screamed until my lungs collapsed
I've fallen more times then I care to know
I've never forgotten or forgiven my past
Don't you know that peace will never last
Can't you feel it?

That's life, that's life
Until it all dies
That's why we will not shift
We will not hold down
It's the way we hold on
It's they way we fall

Is our reality just a dream
Are we hiding beneath the cracks?
If we were shown the truth
Would it blind our eyes?
If you could care to know
Would it change?
Would you understand?

Have I held out my heart
For all the wrong reasons?
Have I held out my soul
For you to grasp it?
Will you know when to end?
Do you know the answer?
Problem, solution, mistaken
Elaborated

Don't you make me realize
Make me see the light
Don't you show me the pain
For all of our mistakes
Don't you know that it cannot be fixed
By a simple calculation, solution
It's a lie

Faith is my mistake
To hold on, without giving in
You can't hope, you can't wait
For your saviours to come to you
Strength is not a gift
Faith is no support
Stand up, and feel the pain
Feel the pain, feel our mistakes
And hold onto what you believe

Hold onto what you've deceived
Scream upon to what you have seen
Hold onto your pain
Forgive the insane
And pick yourself up again

[Seya.]

:'D I love your work, Matt. Especially the second one there. It makes perfect sense to me, whereas most poems (of anyones) I just read and go ....huh?

[BluEyz]

I absolutely agree ... there's so many poems out there that just don't make sense, they jump all over the place. I love how your's are really telling a story. Awesome writing young one!

[Dreaming Ashes]

Thank you! =] I love just writing what's ever on my mind. I appreciate poems and literature that is like you guys said a little more confusing and honestly what most people think all poetry is like, but that's just not me. I write from my heart and mind, and although often raw, I love it when people understand where I'm coming from and enjoy the way I write. I believe writing doesn't have to be structured. Just let it flow. =]

Anyways, here's something I wrote awhile back that I wouldn't mind some thoughts on:


"Inspire The Change"

Poised, ready
with filth in the open
wound unnoticed.
Strum the strings,
ripples in a pool of blood,
that reflects the significance
of one dream against
reality.

Range of tone
in the spirit of an army
cry as the weak men die.
With the deed of destruction,
they own your fate, bound
by iron-rusted bars.

Gone without a second glance.
Gone without a second chance.

A world without rules, measures
is a place I feel in my head.
Screams of worn, once proud animals
need not carry intent attention.

Before you sense change in
your perfect word,
it'll all be over soon.
An underwater grave filled
once again,
washed away
like ashes in another
lost trail.

The mothers, the fathers,
sons, daughters,
sisters, brothers.
All I recall to have loved,
were always guilty.

Gone without a second chance.
Gone without a second glance.

Close my eyes this night,
and forget the nightmares to come.
It'll be alright.
They're only bad dreams after all.

Long ago, although
it seems just like the other day,
a close friend of mine questioned
what it was we were fighting for.

It was just an innocent curiousity,
and now he's gone
without a second wish
for a better world.

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The inspiration from this was just me thinking one day, seriously about war and how when things change there is always a tense conflict or resistance involved. When good men fight for what they believe in, and are never given the proper recognition. It's very deep and dark. I have two good friends who are in the army, and I have such great respect for them.

[Zee ♥]

This one is good O:

Kinda like Wilfred Owen's poem (we're learning "Dulce Et Decorum Est" in school for English Lit.), but I think I like your style better

[Dreaming Ashes]

So I'm better than a famous person you're learning from in English class? Ahah, sweet! =p

This is another personal fav. of mine:

"Natural Lesson"

As I hear the beating
of the thunder passing overhead
and the teardrops fresh upon my skin,
it reminds me
of what I was to learn
as she walked away
with her breath still
fresh on my trembling lips.

Darkened rain clouds part
to allow the light in your eyes
from slowly dying out,
when darkness embraces you again
the life in your heart will beat, still
in rhythm with thunder and rain
as everything else rests, peacefully.

Rising, the heat of new embrace
may shrivel up your new found hope
with doubt, misery, all that is to fear
in change and in new feelings
never thought to be explored.

Though the wind may
blow your shaking voice
down in the gutter,
you must stand ground
as the lightning defies you.

As the last brilliant flash
of the terrible emotions
pierces the skies,
penetrating the darkened clouds
to end this choked conflict
until another current feeds upon
it once again.

You will know to resist
everything that screamed run
and take the chance
of a moments worth
of beauty.

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[Dreaming Ashes]

"Ascension"

See a man here
Crushed and broken
And left with nothing
That resembles memories
So long forgotten; so far away

No one can relate
Or show compassion to him
See this man
So faded, full of fear
That his dreams
Dwindle away

This world cradles this man's life
In bleak distortion
His life is hanging by the strings
Lies again and again
He can't predict the outcome
In the darkness,
He feels sweet embrace

They have power
And they pull the strings
He sees only what is told
He does only what is shown
None of his pain can go
And his dreams
Are always drifting

This world pushes this man's life
In sharp clarity
His life is falling in the hourglass
Lies again and again
He can't predict the outcome
In the darkness,
He sees nothing

The cogs and gears
Of time and motion are held near
He finally breaks through
Screaming years of torment
In moments of retribution
His dreams are the reality
That his life is free
With no strings attached

This world holds this man's life
In stark reverance
His life is in his control
Lies again and again
He can't predict the outcome
In the darkness,
He finds hidden truth

Broken wings, fallen
With nothing to resemble
But a clear window
With a reflection of the man
This one has become
To choose his path
And face the consequences
With a conscious that is his own