a grave

 today two poets died

one i have much to gain

the other taught me sorrow

and how to handle pain

allow me to contemplate

these two people

similazr in lyric

and in traits

allow me to paint

the pretty picture

portraying for you

two portraits

one waslots of fun

her name was frame

ive had more time

for her words

then my own thoughts

insane

the other was warped

a mystic dreamseller

to both poetry was there game

id like to name a third

today but that would seem absurd

as all my passions

just like poets passed away

so if you love

youd better show it

in the creases on the bed

on the flashes on the rails

in your passionate winds

your sails set for better mind

so if you havent got a poem yet

take your time!!!