haunted
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it would happen to me most
often as a child when
sleeping over my grandparents'
house in the red room,
as my sleeping and waking
minds met, I knew
myself to be elsewhere--
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
Phantoms lurk in my mind
Haunting the neural networks
On which I must travel
They dog my thoughts
They pop-up like mushrooms
Sometimes beautiful and poisonous, or
Tasty and cute, or
The smell is something
that stays with you forever.
The smoke is long gone,
but it left a solemn promise.
That stays with you forever--
when you look at the ovens,
it leaves a solemn promise
It's just me it's just me come and sit on my knee I'll tell you a story of how the wind blows and where all the bad kids go the boogie man ate em' he snatched them up by the toes spanked them on the bottom and gobbled the boogers from their nose t
Lingering, Lingering, Lingering,
Please let me be.
Wondering, Wondering, Wondering,
Do you still think of me?
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know where I'm at.
I don't know where I'm heading,
And I don't know who I am.
The earth beneath me is spinning;
I am here and now I'm not.
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
My anxiety haunts me.And no, it's not the usual "under the bed" or "inside the closet" ghostThis is a "inside my heart" ghostA "something is holding me against my bed" ghostA "I can't breathe" ghost
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 brush my lips across my abusers cheekThey say the abuse lies skin deep, but I say it rests in my heartAnother night we spend like this, all snuggled up like we lovedBut we did not feel love, we felt resentment deep within
You’re a favorite
Haunt of mine.
A quiet place,
A handsome face
I like to visit
In my solitary solivagants
Speak to me, they do
The Whispers in the halls
Another's thoughts persue me
Just waiting for the fall
A path unto insanity
A mind's own hollow room
For I cannot control them
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.
Memories closing in
Shadows of the past
Windows breaking
Glimmering shards
Upon the floor
Walls large and daunting
No reflection in the mirror
You don't exist
A wisp of fog rolling by
I walked in darkness today
My heart trembled
I thought of you and I shook
How can you touch me through time so clearly
YOU are the essence of my deepest secret heart
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
I've a sixth sense for the ghosts of my past; they regularly come back and haunt me.
I can feel their approach in my skin and my bones, their presence in the collapse of my heart.
Foot steps on the stairs, that aren't really there, feels like there's someone's watching me.Shadows on the walls,whispers down the hall,
They fill us up with lies
They pull down the blinds
And are the cause
Of our sad demise
These voices and their venom
Slowly poison us to death
And in time we become
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
How can it be
Someone like me
So happy and free
But don’t leave me be
Alone at last
Here comes the past
All that’s suppressed
Makes me depressed
