Ghost
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It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
In my new house there is host
It is known as ghost
He lived for million time
Just he did was million crime
He is dark as night
Strong as knight
Has horse without head
in my house and room
there is witch broom
i know a ghost
he make people lost
it haunts our house
with a mouse
a bloody lake
a bloody cake
i see haunted movies
the dead, they sleep beneath the trees
in the dirt where no man sees
all the living walk above
some in hatred, others love
few have realized the truth
Nobody notices me
I feel like a ghost
They assume that I'm fine
Though I'm worse off than most
I'm not even sure
If I'm dead or alive
I not really living
I just want to survive
VALE OF TEARS
Imagination,
Briskly; my heart
left me
wandering,
pondering wh't
I wondering,
roaming for,
Searching fortune
in vain.
Stuck in my head
I can't sleep,
night terrors bring entities
I don't understand
what they want from me
Just let me be
I just want to be okay
Is it my fault
I opened that gate
The invocation of the spirit into the realm of life,
or the divine ministrant to sacrifice.
The fire that kindles the bestowing towards purity,
overcomes in time the power of illusion with certainty.
Silent alleyways, bright window shops
Warm riveting smells in these compressed
bricks are as familiar as a common cold
These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
A mistake- mistakes.
I’ve mistaken an adventure
With love.
Startled.
A startling appearance before me
Asking me why I’ve done
i don't like the alchohol
it messes with my head
instead i'll chat with demons that reside under my bed
the demons know my pain because they cause it every day
there is no emptier crescent of feeling
than wandering through unfeeling, unending crowds,
more alone than you ever have felt
in your lifetime.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Diary,
I am a ghost. I don't know how long I've been this way, but It's my reality.
Tonight is not a night for despair,
The shadows play everywhere,
If your ready you can join them.
Their games are jolly and fun,
You’ll have the time of your life
But beware;
Get up from bed and something isn’t right
Everything is muddled, dirty and foggy
I scream and cry not knowing what is going on
I go to the bathroom and see Myself in the mirror
The sun rises up on the horizon
as I walk to my class
no one turns to look at me
they all pass
no one ever talks to me
no one ever listens to me
no one seems to see me
AM I even there?
A ghost is no longer living
A ghost moves beyond the grave
A ghost is a haunting
Too unruly to behave
A ghost can be forgiven
A ghost can be betrayed
A ghost can be ignored
To whoever will find this note I left,
'Tis certain I am dead and not so quick.
Be still, and sit inside your cleft,
As I read to you my fable thick.
So hearken! For here begins my tale.
I see you running through the rain
I know its a stretch
Even for my fantastical childish dreams
But I still can see it
The eyes grew larger at the sightThat could, a grown man, fill with fright.The eyes nearly bulged out their headWhile spying upon the walking dead.
I think I'm falling in love with a ghost, dear,
I think I'm falling asleep.
I see him on the edge of my vision,
singing me soft lullabies with ethereal beats.
The ghost's eyes peer out at me,
New Home,New Faces
Past and Present, blur together
Voices echo, All is the Same yet it has changed
Who are you and why do you haunt me?
You lurk in the backgrounds of photographs I want to burn,
but I can't unframe them from the wall.
Shadows of my dreams--nightmares?--contain you. They're happy.
This cave was haunted
I know because I was there
A distant light glowed and
Shivered under the shadows
The walls glisten with decay
And the chill sunk into my skin
Peter Pan was a boy
So selfish and coy
He lured the unhappy
Told them lies so sappy
For he would stay young forever
The children from home, he’d sever
And when the kids grew
The echoing halls are ringing
with the forgotten cries
comming from a raw throat.
Nobody will turn to look at her
as she cries for help,
dying on the inside.
Nobody will hear her
I live in a house with two ghosts
Mirrored in themselves when they are near the other
They drift through each other
But alone they seem nearly solid
I miss the cloudy days
When the sky was nice and grey,
A sad smile upon my face.
What happened to the rain?
The sky has been to bright,
With the warm sunshine
Glowing upon the smiling faces
There's a ghost who lives in the house next door.
I wonder what she's waiting for.
Every third day
and every fourth night
She glimmers softly, like candlelight,
wistfully staring
There is a ghost in my room.
I talk to her all athe time.
She is only fourteen years old.
She was killed by her best friend.
She was in love with him.
He killed her after he raped her.
My ghost I call you back with these words.My ghost I wish to see you again.My ghost I sold you for another.My ghost it is time to return.
Tired eyes
Alone smiles
Shell of a man running unkept dials
Rusted turning keys
Passing by with switches and lights that seem to do nothing
When we die,
We don’t need anything.
We walk to our deaths as we are,
With nothing to hold us down but a
Small chain of memory wrapped around our minds.
On the night spirits rush outside of the door
The fire grows larger, singeing the floor
His heartbeat grows faster, denying his will
i am the ghost you never knew
i was the one you passed and stole a second glance
i was the ghost you would turn to in times of woe
i was the one who picked you up when you were down
Out of sight,
Out of mind,
Never to be seen.
A broken memory,
A broken dream.
Left behind,
Left to fight all alone at last,
Nobody to save me from myself,
Nobody to help.
A blanket of time
covers our eyes.
Fire rains down from the sky
and water grows from salt.
We have shifted.
Fallen. Fast and deep into
nothing
save for imaginary realities.
I’m just a phase
slipping through
with no destination.
Is this important?
because you let me wander
with no significant placement.
Me… A phase?
And phases end…
Why do I have to deal with this?
This pain with which I can not burden others
How do I fight to be seen?
When I also fight to hide
I need hope
But it has fallen away
I need peace
As I look out my window on Haalloween night
Oh, wha a fright?
Te stars above
Ca how me love
The on
Makes me son
Ihave no urniture, as you can seSo I must sit on e loor,t be
Inthi Hunted house
She is recollections of my past life,
And she lurks in the walls of my terrified mind.
I've been hearing mesmeric whispers from every direction,
Even though she is nowhere in sight.
My old high school is haunted
That what everyone says
Not to me that would be absurd
Still, it's what I've heard
I wander through these halls alone for now
a pale kid known for his hand-me-downs.
If there is nothing real,
Nothing is what I give.
If there is the ghost of real,
I take the seeds, that with my hands
Bloom into the ghost of something
And when my little ghost decides
My heart thumps as he comes closerpalms sweating, breath quickening.he sits at my table and glances at mewith eyes as blue as the ocean.
I'm going away for awhile, don't try and follow me.
I'm just trying to find my place in this strange place.
This is life and I'm fine with it.
Her heart beats quickly, and it beats red wine.
His breathing slows, and he inhales her scent.
She drinks him in with her midnight eyes.
He hears her sigh from his gentle kiss.
Once a lie, always a lie though you may not grieve.
It may fade and drain away, but will never truely leave.
And true the world might forget, but there are those who know.
He comes in the quiet
whispering about bloodied hands
and a twisted, dirty, ugly soul
wearing a plain girl's face
His lips skim along my skin
The barest touch
as he tells a loveless story
It sings me sweet lyrics in the eve
Whispers words as I sleep
Tells me I should grieve
My ghost
follows me everywhere
My ghost
hides in the shadows
My ghost
huants my past
My ghost
endangers my future
My ghost
seeks a chance to scare me
One of my old poems:
Sometimes I feel like a puppet,
Pulled along in another's hands
Obeying the orders to do this or do that
My every rebellion already orchestrated
There was once a time for men like me,
Now I am sitting on a lonely oak bench,
outside a gothic cathedral,
She walked into the room again, her heart was about to bust,
She talked about her feelings, the shame within her lust,
She danced across the floor, to show just how she felt,
I want you to see all of my happiness
I want you to see my friends
And my grades
I want you to feel like you screwed up
Because you did
But I forgive you
Silently it sits,Waiting for its’ next victim,To enter its’ realmIts’ realm of torture,Where nothing is private,Where you never truly are alone.Where your nightmares become reality,
Such a lonely ghost with a sad awakened soul
Such a depressed man with a bottle of vodka in hand
Vodka is see through
Once when I was still shy and young, I slept on my bed for the darkness of the absent sun,
I woke up with alarm and urgency in mind, for nature was calling at that time.
they wear masks with unsettling cheshire grins
gleaming under the lights which betrays a plastic perfection
dressed as something they are not, it is no longer a sport
In a box,
But not with my mind,
It got out.
Now, I can't find,
Sanity.
Anywhere.
And I can't see,
Yet I stare,
At the body,
Left behind.
Where is my soul?
Unheard. Quiet as the wind. Not a sound. Startling others. Unseen. Invisible to the naked eye. Lurking everywhere. Ignored completely. Untouchable. Close yet distant. Unspoken words. Hard as stone. Unloved. Alone...Forever...Alone...
The ball bounces against the crack of the drive
Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot.
Dusk disappears like their childhood
Your spirit lives in a red room.
And I am the host of a ghost.
The doom that looms
Making its house a tomb
Your spirit runs through my veins
Feeds into my brain
Plays the regret, the shame
I have created a worldcomposed of blind people.
Winter has not come in my favor.a fine way of thinking turns intoa composition made of violence.
To you I am invisibleA translucent tragedyGrasping onto ridgesScratch marks created by a ghost
Dusk died with a melancholy hue
That is when I recognized the twilight of my youth
Marching towards tombstone tile
Solemnly in single file
With all the risks I never took
With all hands I never shook
sometimes i wonder
what things would have been like
if i had forgiven you a little sooner
if i had kept my mouth shut
if i hadn't fallen for the wrong guy
I chose to write today
Having been gifted with literacy
Gifted with the words I say
Have power, the authority
To bear truth, God-given knees
Bent in prayer, wholly broken
And we were ghosts in our own skin. Then love that was there once has now become sin. Lust, magical, hate has all become within. To kill who we were, never to return again.
You remind me now
of a Ghost that once haunted me.
One that made me cry,
into the small hours of the night.
In pain,
Unloved,
Unappreciated,
and Used.
Bruises,
Nothing is as it really seems,
Things can get you, real or fake,
You really are only safe in your dreams.
No, they will never give you a break.
Things will tear you apart in life
You may not know me
I only know you by
Looks
Passing through crowds
Far off distances
But I've heard of things
And thoughts start to form
They become
Pain
Worry
You once was a living human but now you are a ghost of my past, I love you then and I still do now, I hope that you had not went away like everyone else has.
Death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you, and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land! They're waiting patiently.
One day, I think I'll feel a cool wind blowing
You must be cool and composed
You must- even when all are opposed
You must deny your morals and speak tact
You must unite your comrades, you have a pact
