Mar 2012
Set fire to the ghosts
that held me captive in
skeleton jails and pumpkin cages. The
time to crush the shell
is now, and it will break
with my redemption in hand and
my heart will scourge
and burn as I dig up through the earth.
Emerge now he who is hidden
no longer a teardrop flame. To
see the ghosts walk and lurk
infuriates me. They thought they could hold me forever.
It seems that I have grown so
much, I am no longer silent.
Now I emerge and
force light in the dusk.
that held me captive in
skeleton jails and pumpkin cages. The
time to crush the shell
is now, and it will break
with my redemption in hand and
my heart will scourge
and burn as I dig up through the earth.
Emerge now he who is hidden
no longer a teardrop flame. To
see the ghosts walk and lurk
infuriates me. They thought they could hold me forever.
It seems that I have grown so
much, I am no longer silent.
Now I emerge and
force light in the dusk.
This is a golden shovel of my own work:
Ghosts in the shell
Break and scourge Earth
Hidden to lurk forever
So silent and dusk
Golden shovels are when you take every word from a poem and create another poem using each word at the end of a line consecutively. It is a lot of fun and I started creating poems and turning them into golden shovels as a fun activity.
Ghosts in the shell
Break and scourge Earth
Hidden to lurk forever
So silent and dusk
Golden shovels are when you take every word from a poem and create another poem using each word at the end of a line consecutively. It is a lot of fun and I started creating poems and turning them into golden shovels as a fun activity.
