Miscellaneous:

[mistyllspoetry]

Forbidding sun
shadows rain.
Midnight sun.
Another year.
A sweeter age.
The moon wearing
an old sweater.

Reading words.
Vomiting on
Anne Frank's
pain.
Century poets,
you wonder
where their bodies
went?
Their words are
left here on earth
now.
The mirror hides
their pain.
I have learned
we all have pain.
There is no way
out of it.
There is always
pain and a pencil
to write words,
but we all must
die and our words
is a ghost.
It is only a ghost,
a word inside the
coffee.

This morning I
decided to try
to get in contact
with the dead poets
and I wanted to ask
them what is it like
to be dead inside of
the coffin decaying
to Hitler's swing?
I know we are all
going to die.
Our words is the
key to open
our existing soul.

[PaintedDiary]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by mistyllspoetry

Reading words.
Vomiting on
Anne Frank's
pain.
Century poets,
you wonder
where their bodies
went?
Their words are
left here on earth
now.
The mirror hides
their pain.
I have learned
we all have pain.
There is no way
out of it.
There is always
pain and a pencil
to write words,
but we all must
die and our words
is a ghost.
It is only a ghost,
a word inside the
coffee.

This morning I
decided to try
to get in contact
with the dead poets
and I wanted to ask
them what is it like
to be dead inside of
the coffin decaying
to Hitler's swing?
I know we are all
going to die.
Our words is the
key to open
our existing soul.

Misty!!! This was fantabulous. I love Ann Frank, and who could forget the "Diary of a Young Girl". I could almost feel her journey here in your poem, as if she did indeed come back a little to be your muse for this piece. I thought this read was simply fascinating. I am in awe of this Misty. Is this published? Thank you ever so kindly for sharing this with us. Take Care.

{{{{{~~~***KIM***~~~}}}}}

[Jeez]

It is nice of you
to awaken the words
and ideas of another.

It says that those
of us that write,
have a chance to
exsist...

tomorrow.

Thanks for the
read.