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Jun 24 · 79
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ghost Jun 24
as morning bleeds into night
every moment is a struggle a fight
together I believed we could make it right
with each other, we shone so bright
suddenly you are the shadow to my light

I wrote for days now papers are left white
I wish something that I write
might make me feel alright
Apr 20 · 90
the mind
ghost Apr 20
that broken
and empty shell
just moves
by itself
going
through  the
same emotions
again and again
like a pre-programmed machine
completely unaware
that its other half
is already somewhere far far away
that's what I love about the mind
as long as you remove all voices
but your own,
there doesn't exist a boundary
you cant overcome
but even that is easier said than done
because
as limitless as the mind can be
it can also be an endless prison
Apr 18 · 267
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ghost Apr 18
we try to escape demons by hiding away
and locking ourselves in our rooms
but what are we to do
when the demon follows us home?
people feign ignorance
and happiness is a trick of smoke and mirrors
when the stage is cleared
all that's left
are the scars
Apr 17 · 74
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ghost Apr 17
I feel as though loving me
Induces the same feeling
As work does

I feel like you
Can’t wait to go
Home and escape that crazy mess

I feel like I was always
Given a two week notice
Right before they leave

I feel like it always
Feels like its all a
Requirement

And I know it is,
I understand,
I feel like that with me too

So I am sorry
I made you feel that way,
Truly
Apr 17 · 58
life of the seed
ghost Apr 17
The seed inside the warm soils
Peering up to hug the sunrise
Water and air covers the boil
As it shoots up to the eye

Crawling to the ladders of the Sun
Spreading the wings of green
Digging into the shallow one
To stand taller than ever seen

As decades soared to the skies
It stood as bushes and bark
Sleeping into the land of the rise
Deep inside the dark
Apr 8 · 56
the darkness
ghost Apr 8
The only thing I can see
is the darkness.
The world without colors.
A dark tunnel without a light on the end.
I try to hide,
so no one can see me.
I don't feel anything.
Like I'm dead
But I know that I'm still alive.
I want to scream,
but nobody would hear my calls for help.
I cry myself into sleep
and try to forget about my life,
but I can't.
I'll never forget it.
Mar 28 · 77
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ghost Mar 28
first the vowels
and then the constants flew away
until all that was left
was an empty sheet of paper
Mar 13 · 46
blurry life
ghost Mar 13
I cry under the rain
on a sunny night
my mind seems to forget
the way things played out
how we got here
and how we left
Mar 8 · 160
expectations
ghost Mar 8
I came into this world expecting
nothing from anyone
just everyone
expecting something from me
Mar 7 · 90
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ghost Mar 7
one who is trapped in a world of black
and white will stain your world with red
watch your world crumble
with your own two eyes
Mar 2 · 1.2k
Untitled
ghost Mar 2
I never asked to be born
Feb 22 · 99
misstep
ghost Feb 22
The darkness holds my hand through life. He is always there, waiting to take my hand again when I step off the pebbled path.
Feb 22 · 260
dissociated
ghost Feb 22
Maybe I am a hollow tree with no leaves, with a family of owls living inside.
Feb 21 · 91
when i'm silent
ghost Feb 21
When I’m silent
I’m torn apart,
crushed at the rock bottom
of the abysmal plain
as a broken ***
Yet a thousand needles
pinning me down

When I’m silent
I’m deeply depressed,
deadly muted
all I have is a mutiny within myself
and then I’m reigned
by sheer silence!
Feb 14 · 156
weathered the storm
ghost Feb 14
staring at the mirror,
despair raids her light and air

in the reflection,
blinded by her beauty,
the bright florescent light
etches furrows
traces the side of her nose
to her mouth

yesterday's shadow
creeps from behind
sends bitter ripples
down her face
a reminder
of the loneliness, she hides
Feb 11 · 202
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ghost Feb 11
when I am gone
and no longer found
my soul in pieces
I hope
someone
anyone
finds my words
my poems
and says
"I would've loved her"
Feb 11 · 124
broken hearted
ghost Feb 11
I would die a thousand
deaths before you live
out the rest of your life.
Feb 11 · 72
who you want
ghost Feb 11
Call me strong
Call me weak
I am whoever you want me to be

In the shadows, I shape myself
Careful of the light, it knows me well
And you will never see
A picture you didn't paint on me

Call me strong
Call me weak
I am whoever you want me to be

Once or twice
As many times you change your mind
As long as you don’t see
What I’ve got
Behind the paint that I forgot
Will dry one day
And turn so dull
That even you
Would move on

Call me strong
Call me weak
I will be whoever you want me to be
Paint it once,
Paint it twice
As long as the colors never dry
Feb 10 · 409
escape
ghost Feb 10
Don’t you ever want to run?
run away

A place you’ve dreamed
wished
But never been.

Somewhere no one knows you
A place that lacks judgement
Control
and doesn’t consume your soul.

To breathe its very air
heals all your despair.

By walking on its grounds
you discover new sounds.

Maybe it is real
Maybe it’s in our head

But I will forever seek for it
before I am dead.
Feb 8 · 120
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ghost Feb 8
Put to rest, in the dark abyss
You promised me an eternity.
For as the hour draws near,
Darkness descends
I am but a scarred smile holding onto you.
A flash, a moment
You told me to never let go.
In the end,
Only a memory tormenting me through my core.
ghost Feb 7
Every breath that you take is another mistake
It must not be a sin for us to begin
Hold within every sin
Cleanse yourself before we begin
A procedure so dark and twisted
Curtains close on those who were listed
Every breath that you take is another mistake
Hold within your thick bruised skin
Cleanse yourself before we begin
A procedure so dark and twisted
It must be a sin for us to begin
"Every breath that you take is another mistake. Some of us are trapped in our own world wanting to break free to be exactly what everyone wants us to be. So many of us are so wrapped up in the wool that others pull over our eyes. It's no wonder that they all follow like sheep.
Feb 6 · 188
the stone wolf
ghost Feb 6
You made me approach
And then you disappear
I let my guard down
"You have taken advantage of it.

You made my mind, a maze.
And I lost myself.
I didn't ask for your help,
I could not...

I followed you like a gullible
In the hidden game of the world,
Waiting for the impossible.

Each time, coming up,
But moving me away.
With every step, it was done
In despair...

Making me
                      hate you,
To hate
            To hear your voice,
To hate
                To love you.
Feb 6 · 84
skin
ghost Feb 6
I feel like a prisoner in my own skin
These scars that I let sink in
Are now pulling me closer to the brink
I may not have the courage to go away
But the reality makes me want to take that path anyway
The sharp blade keeps tearing my skin apart
But these scars on my body do not compare to the ones on my heart
I constantly find myself standing over the edge
Trying to wake up from this dread
But am afraid, one misstep and all I will see is Red.
Feb 6 · 88
silent break down
ghost Feb 6
chills tremble inside my skin

covered by despondent stone

metal edges carve vicious truths

inside my skull, on a canvas of bone.


I bury pain and terror deep, but

quiet cracks are spidering out

rivers of ice run down my cheeks

and still, I crumble without sound.
today is just one of those days
ghost Feb 6
Every breath that you take is another mistake
It must not be a sin for us to begin
Hold within every sin
Cleanse yourself before we begin
A procedure so dark and twisted
Curtains close on those who were listed
Every breath that you take is another mistake
Hold within your thick bruised skin
Cleanse yourself before we begin
A procedure so dark and twisted
It must be a sin for us to begin
"Every breath that you take is another mistake. Some of us are trapped in our own world wanting to break free to be exactly what everyone wants us to be. So many of us are so wrapped up in the wool that others pull over our eyes. It's no wonder that they all follow like sheep.
Feb 5 · 66
existence of sorrow
ghost Feb 5
My existence has no merit.
I have nothing left but bones.
It’s nearing impossible to bear it.
No food, just sticks, and stones.

My guitar is a dying instrument.
No goals left to achieve.
The world is nothing but torment.
My life is one to grieve.

Life is but a dream.
All the memories are just a blur.
Clothes are tearing at the seam.
My speech is just a slur.

I hear footsteps coming near.
I don’t want them to know I’m here.
Feb 3 · 150
to live
ghost Feb 3
Question:
              Why are young people always on their phones ?.

Answer:
            It’s the only place they can afford to live !.
Feb 3 · 133
deadly grind
ghost Feb 3
When is a kidnapping not a kidnapping?
You must think I'm a clown.
The answer is all over your face,
it's when you don't want to be found.

Your life is a mobile circus,
time to cut bait.
If you don't do it soon,
you'll catch a bullet in the breastplate.

Drop off the face of the earth,
now all worries are left behind.
You would do anything
to get out of this deadly grind.
Feb 3 · 69
existence of sorrow
ghost Feb 3
My existence has no merit.
I have nothing left but bones.
It’s nearing impossible to bear it.
No food, just sticks and stones.

My guitar is a dying instrument.
No goals left to achieve.
The world is nothing but torment.
My life is one to grieve.

Life is but a dream.
All the memories are just a blur.
Clothes are tearing at the seam.
My speech is just a slur.

I hear footsteps coming near.
I don’t want them to know I’m here.
Feb 1 · 83
lies
ghost Feb 1
I tell myself
I don't need anyone
but the truth is
no one needs me
this is not mine it's just a quote I found in an anime and it's just beautiful and I felt it.
Feb 1 · 220
its not about the view
ghost Feb 1
Love
is patience
when the summit seems far
eventually
you‘ll get there
gaze at the stars
in wonder
as you did
all the way up
Feb 1 · 93
midnight miracles
ghost Feb 1
Have you heard of midnight miracles?
Demons gaze upon a forlorn realm to find remnants of hope.
Frightened Lambs turn into lions.
Spirits of life sing hymns of death.
Once your slumber is lost,
Your soul can never be found.
Jan 31 · 107
can you see
ghost Jan 31
I awoke,

cold

vibrant words once nestled
drift into hollow memories
visions fade black and white
await the muse
to shine her light.

I am masked
my voice silenced
can you see
cloudy brown eyes
tear cautiously

can you see my pain
confess validated sins
slowly evaporate penance

can you see my soul,
absolved
a muted existence
lay waste

can you see life
Jan 30 · 77
parting away
ghost Jan 30
Two broken hearts filled with love for one another but slip apart. Will, we ever see each other again or will we just be another memory that fades away. We live another day but as time passes away, the memories will slowly fade away. We're left alone on this path we have to take. Will this be the end for us or just a start to a new beginning.
Jan 30 · 105
there is always a way
ghost Jan 30
Actions speak louder than words it is true,
Just a simple fight can ruin your life into two.
Pain, sorrow, sadness, is faced by all,
It starts with a one that’s small.
It just spreads like a fire, causing chaos all around.
Anger is the king in this situation,
You Say things you don’t mean to say in frustration.
So think before you speak, Words cannot be taken back,
There might be qualities that we may lack.
Things can always be resolved,
Every problem has a solution.
I know it’s easy to say,
But there is always a way,
But there is always a way.
Jan 30 · 139
monster rage
ghost Jan 30
Couldn't even stand on a dragon's tail
All the lies we've told

The dragon's anger did not grip us

It was a war of existence
For centuries
The shadow of our love

And like a breath of integrity

It pulls over us
Dragon's anger
Jan 30 · 42
changes
ghost Jan 30
Some people change even faster than you thought them to,
Some people turn out to be fake when you thought them true.
    Some people go from our lives no matter how long they did stay,
And some stay in forever despite being far away.
Jan 29 · 60
rejected nature
ghost Jan 29
Left in marshes,
or under rocks.
The rejected nature,
is still a part of us.

In honey bees are made,
and flies are caught.
Bugs crawl through the branches,
and are snapped by frogs.

The green of moss
shows the life of earth.
And the beetle red
is nature's birth.
Jan 29 · 109
claws
ghost Jan 29
Sharpen my claws,
Awaiting a new challenge,
Harsh words spoken,
Threats issued and promises kept.

Standing with pride,
Victorious after every battle,
Soldiering on-again,
Hearts torn and tears everlasting
Jan 27 · 273
graveyards
ghost Jan 27
Flowers still bloom
in graveyards
and maybe
thats why
I’ve always
known
trauma and pain
can't destroy
a beautiful soul
Jan 27 · 110
where am i
ghost Jan 27
Here I lay,
With my rotting heart and dead soul;
My world was turning;
Now, my mind is decaying.
Am I at peace?
Is it an illusion?
Or is it a simulation?
Is it my creation?
Jan 27 · 43
if i were you
ghost Jan 27
If I were you,
I would choose a different vow,
I probably have not left you,
I may have chosen a new way.
to contort your heart,
just left me amazed.
I would have seen the
tears fall off my eyes,
‘cause I murdered a flying butterfly.
These all sound familiar
and the astonishment
just makes me pass by.
I never thought you would be
in so much pain,
a simple acceptance just made you
paralyze.
maybe your death could be
more beautiful than a
Thousand life.
Jan 27 · 628
misuderstood
ghost Jan 27
Genuine kindness
is misunderstood
for ulterior motives.

Defensive claws
draw blood from
my open hand.

My tears hold
no expectations
lifting me up,
nurturing your fall.
ghost Jan 26
“You are ageless,” says time with a laugh. I needed a photograph to track my past. The future is alluring, the present is getting blurry, the past chimes in with an “I told you so” so I stood up tall, head held high, and accepted that even the truth wouldn’t make me cry. “This is when you know it's over, my friend”.
Jan 26 · 75
latets supper
ghost Jan 26
Hunger gnaws
as my stomach eats
its lining and air;
I swallow water and weigh my bones,
sculpt a smile, color my hair.

Starved till cadaverous ~
I fade each day, a silent scream;
a message that fails to deliver.
Jan 23 · 73
there is no more
ghost Jan 23
A smothered cigarette in the ashtray
lingers within the lounge
stirred by a retching cough
as if It wasn't enough

Squeezing the last drop from the bottle
does not go far  enough
like shoving  that needle up in the arm
it brings no calm
as if it wasn't enough

His body aches within her
looking for pleasures
that have left  for pain
it doesn't feel the same
yet it craves
as if  it wasn't enough

reaching for life
with outreached hands
the ghost has left
dying wasn't enough
life goes on
as if it wasn't enough


Each day is an addiction
searching pleasures in pain
for before the  day is over
the night starts
robbing the sun from light
rising on the morning tide
wiping the stars from the sky
making a fool of the night
as if it wasn't enough



In  the ashtray
curls a snake  dressed  in smoke
the dragon comes to claim his own
the bottle fells to the floor
there is no more
unless you ask for more
as if it wasn't enough
Jan 18 · 77
attending our funeral
ghost Jan 18
moonlight pranced
upon immaculate sheets.

toasting hallelujahs
to unprecedented adieus.

miraculous orchestra
paraded between
enveloped keepsakes.

scents of yesterday
dissolved under my cavity.

ambitious pungency,
held me hostage,

mourning unreachable memoirs,

      ~within a pathetic presence
                    pleading desperately over

                                    crowded cemeteries.
Jan 18 · 80
only now is for me
ghost Jan 18
Life is a strangling hand
A dusty road that leaves
specks of brown dust in eyelashes
Stains on ruddy cheeks and sleeves

The past pinches like
a lobsters' black claw
The path towards the horizon
has thorns that lash like strange jaws

The now is a tide of color
washing in and out
like breath in the lungs
twisting green and quickly draught
Jan 13 · 72
destiny
ghost Jan 13
Exciting morning
A true, destiny walking
out of entity.
a haiku
Jan 9 · 108
covid lesson learned
ghost Jan 9
I
have
now lived
through an actual
plague &finally understand
why Italian Renaissance paintings
always have couches with

fat naked people

laying on
them

.
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