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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
my life story is littered with the ghosts of golden opportunities gone.
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.
Lights on Lights off. Then
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,
Mind Virus Like a plague It dwells inside Spreading throughout your body Nourishing you
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
They float past me, the ethereal glow slipping through my finger tips.
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.