Here, there, Gold, sequins

Here, there, Gold, sequins

A Poem by Haley Smith

My hands float off my face
and light comes
in a stampede.
Not a celestial,
angelic light that
glows like a million pearls.

It is green
like old flesh taking its
time to say goodbye.
It swells and creeps
outward until the
emerald burn is all I can see.

Envy is cancer.
It starts with one black thought
that the jealous one attempts
to ignore, but then comes the
mutation, morbid yet
magnificent in its speed.

I am
a tumor
with legs.

Everyone else has
passion.
All these little
teenaged thespians and
masteful singers
radiate zest.

I like things.
Poetry, music,
film, psychology,
history. I like too
many damn things.
To have that 
deep passion for
every
thing
would destroy me.

My mind is a carousel that
runs on
mines of ampheta
and I
cannot
bear it.

© 2010 Haley Smith


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really nice poem i can really tell were this poem came from

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Added on May 29, 2010
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Haley Smith
Haley Smith

Fayetteville, AR



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