The Crazy Train
Crazy images of pain and death pass through my head
People dance throught the room
A carnival of souls
Short bursts of insanity spark through my body
She holds me tight
A profound sense of wonder
This dream is full of exceptional experiences
Unending suprises
Nothing is what it seems
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Long lost child | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| I will take you | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Clinical Depression, Uncontrolable confusion | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Day in, Day out, death and happiness, heaven or hell | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| What does it take? | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| The Crazy Train | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Let me out | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| Lost in my subconcious | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
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