What remains after the fire dies

 

Sonnets of Darkness

Nothing remains when the fire dies

but the ashes of my own and blood ties

Moemories flood like cold spears

leaving my shattered heart in tears

an alledged empire of greatness

turned out to be that of loneliness

Watching everything fall apart

Pain rushes into my heart like a dart

No reason to keep me to hold on

I have no more have any one to cry on

Falling spart one piece after another

i swear i can't hold on further

My heart and soul hurt

It feels like they are going to burst

So what remains after the fire dies

The only answer is Bloodties!

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Cris A 7 years ago from Manila, Philippines

I disagree. The only answer is bleach! LOL

kidding aside, you are at your usual darky best. :D


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Uriel 7 years ago from Lebanon Author

did you try the last song ?? you can download it and understand why all the dark things are going on never meant to be by:shiro sagisu


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Jewels 7 years ago from Australia

Nice to read your work.


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Uriel 7 years ago from Lebanon Author

thanks jrwels for stopping by and leaving this nice comment


ralwus 7 years ago

One of these days you will be writing wonderful poems on a brighter note. Love hurts, yes it does. And family is always there, but they too can hurt. Seems as though pain of the heart is always ready to pounce, especially when one is so young. What remains is ashes of brokne dreams and one must rekindle and start anew with dark memories left behind with those token moments of scorched love.


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Uriel 7 years ago from Lebanon Author

WOW c this is really a great insight. Yes we break we fall and we burn but just like a phoneix rebirthing we learn to rise with all the ashes we learn to be better people. I write a couple of nice poems but they seem cheesy and not ready to be published so :D. YEh C love hurts sometimes it stinking hurts .


CabinGirl 7 years ago

Stinky hurt is the worst kind cause it stinks I guess.


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Uriel 7 years ago from Lebanon Author

hehe ....yeh it hurts, burns and scars...And those are all the challenges we have to take down before we can call ourselves victorious....Thank you CabinGirl:D


Am I dead, yet? 7 years ago

Pain is motivating! One can find an infinity of ideas in pain and sorrow. I dwell, at times, in the darkness of sadness and isolation. I find it, at times, shameful to bask in the light. If only to look at the sun and be smite with its brilliance is enough to move me into silence and grief. Another great read, Uriel.


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Uriel 7 years ago from Lebanon Author

Well, sometimes the dark appeals to the heart and senses more than the light. WIth the pain it scars us with it makes us stronger humans. Nothing in this life goes away without any use of it. It would be a shame if we weren't able to experiecne the dark times as well as the happiness the light brings. The dark and the light cling just like Day and night Ying and Yang. Totally opposite but the full in the empty spaces of the flaws of one another. You can never learn to be human if only you tested one of both forces. Both are appealing to the senses and to the pen that lies in our hands. both have given us the rising glow of our poetry. And for that i will always be grateful!

From one dark Poet to another

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