A ghost use to be something I was.
I'd pop up, do some crazy stuff
and disappear, just because.
Even though my interactions were brief,
I changed the lives of the people I encountered.
Due to this, my disappearances caused much grief.
I've turned that nasty habit into something constructive.
A series of poems, the contents uncorrelated.
Still, the theme is reproductive.
They are all random thoughts and incomplete theories
A complex ball of conflicting emotions.
I'm talking, of course about my "Ghost" series!
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
A ghost use to be something I was.
I'd pop up, do some crazy stuff
and disappear, just because.
Even though my interactions were brief,
I changed the lives of the people I encountered.
Due to this, my disappearances caused much grief.
I've turned that nasty habit into something constructive.
A series of poems, the contents uncorrelated.
Still, the theme is reproductive.
They are all random thoughts and incomplete theories
A complex ball of conflicting emotions.
I'm talking, of course about my "Ghost" series!
Written for a friend
© July 4th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
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