• sosmooth51
  • is walking on a bed of nails... behind fire..infront of me death..stay? or leap away?

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If you have an admiration of beauty and pain.......  then please read

I

       I walk into a black room and I see a crying ghost.

She speaks to me and says something backwards. And

as she witnesses me being perplexed she cries again

this time speaking sorrow to my death. I boil the

moonlight and sitting on pang and watching the night

bleed. I look back to see my dead shadow. AS he lays

there I enter the world of wonder. I look through a

window and see me dying ina way that wasn't meant to

be. The sun turns cold. I levitate going up to hell. I see a

face that looks familiar... Whit and pale, it was the same

ghost I seen before, but this time I see more clearer that

that ghost was me... I sit and talk to my own ghost
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

sosmooth51’s Poems (15)

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WHAT NEXT? 4
The Last Sentence 1
CELL IN A BLACK SOUL 0
I yell through my eyes, my tears become my words, {part 2} not really. 1
I yell through my eyes.......be
cuase my tears become my words ......
0
WAR OF THOUGHT AND ACTION 0
The Idea of Sex, and Yours? 2
The End of the Begining 0
The Un-Morning 1
In Love With Death 1
What Am I 0
Hated Life 1
I 0
I CAN NOT FIND US 1
WHAT STRANGE NEW WORLD 0