poetry

i've written some poetry lately that i'd like to put on here since this journal is intended to be an outlet for me to discuss creativity. here are two of the most recent:

the dead

I spend my time
Haunting ghosts of former years
Waking the dead
To dance with past dried up tears

chlorophyll

wherefore art thou...
wear art and thou findest one cloaked in truth
the mist I call mystical
love is the soul that cannot be seen
like the wind
except by motion of clouds that surround
drifting
they do not remain the same
is it love that changes or its effects?
be the autumn breeze
that rips the leaves off the trees
the wintered tree awakens again
for love is chlorophyll
and if it is true love
you will find the beauty
nature's design and not your own
fate
and thus, your fate

that's it for now. please let me know your responses to them.