Ghost

by Mask of Pain   Dec 24, 2008


My ghost of the pass pain comes to hurt me with the though of the bad I've done. The ghost flies over me and I'm afraid to touch it, for it may kill me. I sit in my room in a ball and I just want to escape from this pain. The pain comes so fast, the though of My ex, the thoughts of hurting a friend, the though of why people hate me, the thoughts of the pain I felt years before. How could this one ghost bring so much pain with just thoughts. I mean I've though about this stuff but it never really hurt as much as it does now. I want this ghost to part and to take it's thoughts with him. I stand up to touch but the ghost screams it horror. He flies, I stand and look out the window. He moves swiftly to the next. I'm filled with joy knowing that he will never come back.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Teria

    Well, your piece here definitely has potential. It's in paragraph format, which throws me off ... big time! I'm not sure about that? Parts of the piece don't quite make sense to me, they're not written out right and have fragments and stuff all throughout. I'm going to show you (in POEm format) how to correct the piece. I think once the english is worked out in it then you'll do okay in paragraph, prose, or poem format.

    Here it goes:

    My ghost of the PAST pain
    comes to hurt me with the bad I've done.
    - Now, with this I want to mention the second line. It doesn't make sense to me. I guess it does, but it's not poetic. In prose/paragraph form you'd have a good sentence but if you're going to do poet form, I'd try;
    "The ghost of my past pains
    has come to renew the bad I've done"
    (or something like that)

    The ghost flies over me,
    I'm afraid to touch it
    for it may kill me.

    I sit in my room in a ball,
    I just want to escape.
    The pain comes so fast,
    with the THOUGHT of my past,
    REMINDERS OF HURT FRIENDS,
    AND why people HATED me.

    Pain I felt years before -
    How could one ghost
    bring so much pain?

    I've thought about this stuff,
    it never really hurt me
    AS IT DOES RIGHT NOW.

    I want this ghost to part
    taking his thoughts with him.
    I stand up to touch,
    but the ghost screams in horror.

    He flies, I stand and look
    He moves swiftly,
    and I'm filled with joy ...
    knowing he'll never come back.

    - - -

    The poems not hardly poetic. I'd say make it a prose instead. Which is just like a few short paragraphs and such. But, this way it's easier to see the changes I made grammar wise