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Ghost Writer 3 Jan 2017
Languishing into a dream
As though it would be what
It only seems, lying awake
Through it all, ruining everything
I know what is right, but
I think I may pay the price
For the day grows long and cold
Yearning only hurts the most
Proudly buried into wistful smiles
I closed the door long ago
Reaching out my window
Waiting for a distant call
Never becoming what I thought
Becoming everything you are
I hate the way it all sounds
Honesty never was beauty
Throw it all away, into a distant haze
The wind too cold and bold
Issuing the residence away
Just a passive look, a wonder
A second glance, an extra laugh
It always pulls me into that dream
A dream I wish I never would take
But it takes me, encompass me
Ghost Writer 3 Dec 2016
She mourned the faith
Carved upon stone of
The saviors last breath
Alone dipped inside blood
Of dripping feat, fear
Filled the gut of her soul


Wanting to hold onto
A memory of innocence
Her wishes and dreams
Of a beautiful ending
Swept up in the storm
Leaving her empty of


certainty, like dust
Building only to be
Cleaned off when
It's cells disgust
Realists bitter eye


She flung it in the fire
She holds onto ashes
The last of her belief.
Ghost Writer 3 Dec 2016
He walked among the leaves
Dusting at his tired feet
A willow tree sulked
Its arch the same,
As his
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Alone
Contained inside
A white glow fluttered
Fading, at moments the sun
It matched the clouds that refused
To cry
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A burden perched
Onto his shoulder
Claws dug into his
Soft fluorescent skin
Blood dripped down
Stained the snow
He felt a cloud
And did not know how
To let it all go.
Ghost Writer 3 Nov 2016
Starving from the scent of your sins
You dance with the stars in the night,
Like a bird with broken wings in flight
What do you do, what do you do

You are a fish in the ocean of jelly
Stopping for some air you choke
On the dry sand of empty wishes
And whatever she had said before

Does anyone hear your silent cry
Through the broken window of your
Eyes, the distance of a million miles
From her and your subtle hidden smile
Ghost Writer 3 Nov 2016
He left without a why
No note, no word, no cry
He fell then flew to the sky
I will not wonder, cannot wonder
Or I feel that I would surely die
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
Where does the rain wish to go,
Falling so passionately down,
When the world is cold,
She falls with a musical sound.

Filling the holes in the ground,
dancing from car wheels,
her waltz is feverish,
circulating around and around.

One rain drop never alone,
she holds your hair,
and kisses your face,
she does not give much space,
but you love her, and her sweet blue rain.
I could never write a poem about rain and feel like it is complete. Rain is just too good.
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
How do I explain the excruciating pain-
A layer which bleeds around my heart
A globe wrapped around my thoughts
Digging deeper with each new scar

How do I open your mortal eyes toward-
The invisible weight of a million scenes
Seeping from my flesh, wavering me
Holding me down, at times, enslaving me

How can I succinctly explain -
The moment I was disfigured and tied
Pulling my strings away from me
A puppet to the darkest of nights

How can I show you the things-
Which follow me like footprints
Like air, breathing never leaving
How can I explain,
What my mind is always screaming.
Trauma.
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