Creative Writing - Sample Poems

Trying to spring, eternal or otherwise

The heart, the heart. It's quiet inside
that metaphor. A semblance of a ghost
passed the reality of one and they
chinked glasses. The former of the former
tore the smile from the other, the other other
laughed regardless, said, "Ahem. I'm dead."
The former other said, "Let's talk about
who killed you." The other, the other,
the heart, the heart; a closed chamber,
concrete and a cross, the ghost of an angel
in a much less historic moment, rehearsing
tears and smoking. A broken vase
too late becomes a metaphor.