ghosts
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For the first time
the baby ghosts
are staying up for Halloween
They've brushed their teeth
and combed their hair
They are perfectly neat
They have to find
someone to haunt
For the first time
the baby ghosts
are staying up for Halloween
They've brushed their teeth
and combed their hair
They are perfectly neat
They have to find
someone to haunt
Past the breakers where the beacon shines
from the light house near the shore,
some can hear the sounds of the long, lost souls
who have gone this way before.
Many a seasoned sailor used to lose his grip
I am a ghost, a spirit of the ages,
A phantom figure that never fades,
A memory of the ones who came before,
A whisper of the past that lingers more.
I haunt the halls of ancient ruins,
Too many think that they are GodToo many think that they know GodToo many think that they see GodToo many talk like they know GodToo many sinsToo many SatansToo many prosecutors
This is the season where you show the people around you how much you care by scaring them,
And while it can be a trick for others, it is certainly a treat for some.
if i had known this would be the last outfit you would see me in
i probably would have chosen different underwear
i wouldn't want the paramedics to see these worn white cotton ones
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”
Back into my memories bewitching
And so it came gently murmuring
Haunting - haunting - haunting!
I am made of memories
A collection of recollections bundled up inside a ball of anxiety and fear
Someone who wants nothing more than to forget what's wrong with them
So much so that the light that escapes cannot be caught
Understanding Death
Death is abstract.
It comes in varying forms,
and sneaks up on you.
Suddenly, she appeared.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Diary,
I am a ghost. I don't know how long I've been this way, but It's my reality.
Everything shakes.
My eyes flash.
I wake up.
You walk past.
Shadow figure,
With elegant grace.
My heart bangs,
A ghost’s outside the train depot—
The one that is a rest’raunt now.
A mangled man in overalls,
Who waves a lantern light about.
He wanders ’cross the railroad tracks,
To save you from the coming train—
I do not hear the most pleasant things
At night when my cat’s collar bell rings.
I hear spirits whispering,
sinks running,
children laughing,
And yet she's a ghost,
Floating through the doorways of my heart.
Beckoning me with every whisper
Every word I'll hold on to
To prove that she's tangible
And not just a
Figment
Of my
Imagination
On this chilled night, aPale entity, seeks revenge,For these two Wizards,Who practice necromancy,Rose it, from eternal rest
Beside the road, a man dressed to impress
Walking toward the most frightening legend
He puts away the fear, that mind has no time for stress
For he must not back away from this offer
There are things in the shadows
That dare come out into the day
And grasp at my hands to tow
Me far away.
Alone I am nothing,
Gone in the tides,
But with you I am something
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 write because
if I didn’t
you’d find me dead with
a pen by my side.
I try to break free
from the bones that control me,
The smell of the wet earth in her nose
How calming it was to finally be alone
Her feet hit each step gracefully
And her hair was pulled back tight.
Baby I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the cold shoulder. The arctic bone chilling air resonates from my body and you just happened to walk through the danger zone. But how can I say danger zone when all I am is dangerous.
Voodoo priestess see the world that lives within our own,Sight is blind but chilling touch can reach within the bone.Gilded wishes pervert the mind to cheat the humble man,
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
A flickering orange against the cold black night,
On a winding road guided by yellow headlights.
The moon’s distant glow seems but a fantasy
As beautiful, troubled and as distant as he.
I, her practical ghost
I travel the night and wander halls aimless
Planning pranks, foul the foolish and surprise the unbelieving
I walk the deserted halls, my pace even, my mind alert
I, her ghost
She looks forward
I reflect back
By generosity
She shared her memories
Our past, lost hopes, and sad broken dreams
From the darkness, I feel your hand
Reaching from the mists beyond
My heart fails, my mind paralyzed
The room is dark, sheers cross my face
A veil into the unknown
It starts with the whispers
Breathed into inhabitants' ears
The chilling wind-like purrs
They spread their material fears
"There must be more money!"
The voices belonging to no one sigh
there are plenty of sticky notes lining the countertops at noon when she wakes up. giving instructions for crockpots and prepared meals.
If you stepped inside my mind,
Through my staring brown eyes,
You would see the filter fall.
When I look inside my mind, I see the clutter, the disorder, and the beauty of all that I have become.
don't unlock that closet [she warned in a whisper]
these ghosts have never quieted
at night i hear their screams [echoing through my mind]
don't you dare unlock that door [she said]
don't you dare
They're all around you,
whispering in your ear,
touching your arm,
pulling your hair.
They haunt you like ghosts,
sitting in you chair,
i believe in our existance we travel 2 very long roads....1 road is the life you live and the life you lead....these roads are like fragile tape reals on your lifes film ..a film fill
I have left the world of lyrics for a time
My pain relives with every rhyme
Heartache infests my PTSD mind
Haunted by the ghost I’ve left behind
Peace is proving hard to find
Through beams of wood, light reaches for silver souls afloat.
A single breeze, a reverberation from the other layer of time,
Air dancing to the melody of ghosts across skin,
Just brushing the nerves, barely greeting,
I sat upon moist dirt,
Long after the crowds fade,
Staring at this gray-stone,
Your beautiful name engraved.
Inside my knees I sobbed,
Hiding from the world,
That is when I heard footsteps,
And not at all i wish to see that ghost that lives inside of me
And when you wonder what has to be
Remember what you said to me.
And though whats lost can be replaced
Haunted tales drift through the air, lingering like the fog that rises from the ground on crisp mornings.
An empty house, ancient and beautiful.
Stands regally above the lowly earth.
Shingles slither off, front porch steps crumble.
But the house has immeasurable worth.
Inside swarm ghosts, memories of the past.
Do you believe in ghost?
Well what would you say if I told you that I am just a ghost inside a man?
That all my demons are inside me haunting me and making me into what you hate.
I can’t keep living this way.
I woke up restless, from a fright
Dreamt a dream, a horror night
Standing near the foot of my bed
An empty soul, smiling and dead
An empty cry and shallow please
Yet this ghost won't set me free
You cannot touch, only feel
You cannot smell, only see
You cannot run, You cannot move
It is all around you
There is nowhere to run
There is nowhere to hide
Your hair stands on end
I can feel you
all around me;
you are the constant breeze
making subtle noises on the entire backyard.
Dead pine needles the same
color as your hair hang
surrounded by the green,
of life.
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
And dancing, they were,
The two girls, and the boy
Caring not about time,
That seemed not to pass by
They noticed not, that not a stare
I am left staring at your ghost of a smile,
Until your lips find mine
And take me away
To another thought,
To no thought.
Only a hunger for more
Of you, of me,
For both of us together.
