Ashen Gray

My day seems to be in a dark place

It’s like I’m separated and out of trace

Silence is my only answer to the choices I only ponder

 

My leaves have turn into weathery colors

Ashen gray

It keeps on falling as I keep on growing

My mind is at ease on the bed grass I see

Seems like it’s in tune with my fantasy

Like illusion has come out of my reality

There is beauty in solemnity

But in truth it’s lonely

when you're alone.

 

I dream of a time I make memories

Great with victories

 but then I felt it was not worth it

for achievements are savor to someone you shared with

 

This place has come to its highs and lows

a moment I borrow in depths of sorrow

I reach out to tranquility

For my patience is my virtue in this painted creativity

  Someday I will bear the fruit of my owning glory

Continuing the roots of my existence

Somewhere in time.

Author's Note

This work is totally fiction but then again it’s a piece of me totally base on my emotions of what i felt on the current situation...

I guess I'm being moody this past days... though i used it to write to ease some tension on the mind...

always thank you for reading my works... your responses are always a treasure to me....

credits to the photo:
the white field by Dave-ellis

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Dear poet, a wonderful piece, one that has grabbed hold of me, making me yearn to tell you this: You are NOT alone...
So many of us have been, or remain in this state of loneliness, where our need to share, to communicate, to be understood, and have a "witness" to our life. Sometimes, in our despair, we neglect to look around, our eyes blinded to those who have always been there, even though we can not see them, or even feel them. You would be surprised to find that the most unexpected souls have be present all along. Take the quiet moments to breathe and listen, let your mind be aware... I am here, I will be, with my hand reaching out dear friend. So many understanding souls exist in this cyber space, a concentrated energy that can get you to realize your worth, your life and soul is witnessed by us all!
Sending you much Love and light my fellow poet, keep expressing yourself!
XX
P

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Your tension and angst is expressed beautifully. Sometimes the worst moods create the best works. Transcending brilliance.. bearing the fruit of a heartfelt write. Excellent work, dear Pax.~xo~

[Androglossia]

It keeps on falling as I keep on growing.. our elders built us faith in our younger years. But what was supposed to be a solid foundation slowly wilted as we acquire too much knowledge about the truth or so we thought... heedless of its danger. And we become sad. Because it is only when we grow up that we know of solitude. There is depth in this poem Pax, and there is truth. Nice one, di lang maklaro gud tungod sa font style.

[Pax]

at last nag bisaya karin..lol…I though man gud lahi inyung dialect dara sa inyo…hehe…Salamat kabayan, I like that font...segoro kailangan siya a little bigger yung font size...
I like your views on it, your right... as we grow older we see much of what's the world or life is like, sometimes i think i have so much info about it that i become distant for a time...but I learned that it’s not that good…

[Androglossia]

Bisaya gihapon:) Okay ra man ang font, no need to make it bigger. It's just me. And yes the danger of reality and realization which can be larger that life induced into our cap size skulls. There are advantages and disadvantages in it.

[Rob Santana]

I really like this piece emotional and tranquil. I also like the pic of that tree. Do you happen to know what kinda tree that is?

[Pax]

I don't know actually, I found it in DA. I guess its a normal tree just somewhat inverted the colors in photoshop to be gray and dark. Thank you Creeper.

[Pax]

at last i found the the owner of the photo here:
http://dge-photography.deviantart.com/art/The-White-Field-109560621
the person use infared to get the tone of the picture...

[Rob Santana]

Oh! That is an awesome photo. I love it.

[captain]

Your an awesome one Pax, this flows so beautiful. There comes in our life we have our darker days. But your dark is gray and really beautiful it connects to your life. You will have your owning glory in time, be hopeful like you every be just like the last line.

[Renée]

Nice work Pax.... There are times we all feel this way..but thank goodness it passes ( :

This was so good Pax, and the reason why I'm silent lately is written in your words...
I'm feeling the very same. Maybe it's the grey beauty of silence between friends, when two feel eachother that well. It will all be better soon for the both of us... I believe...
This was marvelous dear. Just dare to live pure nothingness... and colors will fill in soon.

- Elisa

[CS]

Some moments feel like that. But just like your beautiful eye, Pax, you know, there is always a hint of color in there somewhere. Poetry is a work of fiction written in truths. Keep penning rainbows, dear one.

[Marie]

A very lonely poem...but I like the way you reach out even while withdrawing...

[Michael G.]

A sound and artistic piece, that shows a very unique and tender, personal touch within it.
It isn't easy to sometimes allow the freedom of our emotions to be laid out for public examination.
This has a good flow to it, Pax. Good work, sir.

[kublakhan27]

I love how the flow is driven by the rhymes and how they seamlessly fit into the entire piece...nice work my friend.