Ink Man
Abstract Fantasy Inspirational
Long I drenched myself in sorrows,
drank my youth, hiding in shadows.
the eternal wheel of joys and woes,
Kept moving
In search of a better slope,
I lost many tomorrows
Lost Tomorrow
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache to speak with you, ye... I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache t...
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
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