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Ghostly Realms










I think I know what’s wrong

The doors are locked and barred,
Guarded by a mime or Harlequin,
And the bells on the hat and red and black
And the audience is one.

Oh there are whispers in the scraping dust,
Or weaves like a verdant field, golden greaves,
On a silver suit,

Concealed like a vomiting farm
deserted for  too long,
And yes it’s pretty still
But who can love a piece of blackened steel
Covered in rust the color of someone else’s blood?

There are many buildings round about
But none so grand or fine;
Yet they have windows, and we can look inside,
peel the layers back and see the whitened Bride.

Wraith, frail shadow.
The light shines through me,
But I am not illuminated,
Rather
Running out of room;

I shun the light.

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Written August 14th, 2003

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  • Angel Full Of Hurt
    June 4, 2006
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    Concealed like a vomiting farm
    deserted for too long,
    And yes it’s pretty still
    But who can love a piece of blackened steel
    Covered in rust the color of someone else’s blood?

    this poem really gives me an OPEN-EYE, this poem is very visual..I can almost imagine all the pictures in my mind reading it...All I got to say that since poem is like painting...this is a PICTURE-PERFECT-Poem...you are very cool for writing something like this..Oh, by the way, I like that part above..WELL DONE KEEP IT UP!!

  • Valkricry
    December 30, 2003
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    oooooooooooooooooooooooers....shiver.


  • August 27, 2003
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    wow.. made me think of times'
    when I feel so ugly
    ox


  • jenneddin silver member
    August 27, 2003
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    chilling

    The last stanza.... just awesome....

    I can see through
    to the truth
    from this mirror
    held up to my eyes

  • Odyssey
    August 16, 2003
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    Stand out lines for me, for their originality and craftiness...

    "Concealed like a vomiting farm
    deserted for too long,...

    Yet they have windows, and we can look inside"

    And this whole bit...

    "Wraith, frail shadow.
    The light shines through me,
    But I am not illuminated,
    Rather
    Running out of room"

    I had to really get inside this - it is intricately woven.


  • Scarlett silver member
    August 15, 2003
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    :: shivers :: Chilling...Very chilling indeed... Yet another great job! Keep it up!

    !~YS4e ~!
    Scarlett


  • CrowChild
    August 14, 2003
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    This feels almosts real!very cool indeed.

  • Pataliyah
    August 14, 2003
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    I remember this from days more maddened than this

  • TheWhiteRabbit
    August 14, 2003
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    Wow.....how cool is this! Fantastically writen. *claps* hehe. This kind of reminds me of Equilibrium...but if you hate that movie and thats not what you were going for at all and are insulted by me...i'm sorry *cowars* Anyway, just....fabulous write. This is just wonderful. I can't wait to check out more of your works. If you have anything new posted can you please inform me? IM me or...w/e? haha thanks. Ok ya back to criticism...Ya I have to agree with what mtpoet said, very dramatic ending and a wonderfully crafted poem. wow....ok so ya before you get bored lol I'm going to go look at more of your poems etc. Keep writing....or else...
    -Rabbit


  • mtpoet
    August 14, 2003
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    Wraith it is, Lute. A very dramatic ending. A crafted poem...

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