Charles Monroe


-glue Me- - Poem by Charles Monroe

Inspired by other peoples' gloom
Faded flame of Orange-Blue,
The last candle in the room
I bloom
Like Sunflowers in the Moon
When the Dead refuse the tomb
Le Plume consume my every move
Needles on my every groove
When there's nothing left to prove
Gloom is nothing but a Mood.
I am the creator of it,
I'm the Gloom that Angels covet
Agony inside the stomach
May they hate the way I love it
Understand thy way Above it
Like the Hand that rocks the puppet
Even Gloom can be Inspiring.
P.X
11-10-13
3: 57


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Inspired by Naida Nepascua

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 12, 2013


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