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Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2017
him
To know he is my soulmate
Is the same as to know,
That the grass under my feet is green
There is no trace of doubt in my mind
As if the world is yelling “yes” to my very being,
Into every fiber of my body
His love trickles in more and more each day
Like soft rain soaking into my hair
Everything I say to him he must already know
For something magical has told him so
To explain is so simple, yet
From the outside world misunderstood
To feel this way which never once
I have felt before, so in love is one thing
But in love and so free
My body misses him so, as he says to me
Yet our hands have not yet touched
Reaching from across the sea
Like we have been in love once before
Many times is my only guess
I have never felt so calm and in love,
Like the same feeling you get when holding
Something so pure and innocent like a newborn
I feel a flow of love which will never disappear
Ghost Writer 3 May 2017
The earth had succumbed to
not a place to live, but a place to die

Oceans of people proceed forward
Their bodies stretch like taffy,
Sleeping inside of the memory's
Clinging desperately to whatever
Happened before, always before

Nothing less than madness
For time had, and will, surely ****
Did I use succumbed properly?
Ghost Writer 3 Apr 2017
8am
Today is a new and wonderful day
The air is cold, but my heart is warmed
The sun, it peaks, like a half-hearted smile
Today is good, for I make it worth the trial
Ghost Writer 3 Mar 2017
All these poems filled line to line
How I miss him, how I did that
Holding onto rymes for dear death
Ghost Writer 3 Mar 2017
What is this dear God! What have I become
Broken pieces of my past, infant craft
Talents screaming to be found
Yet my voice and my hands so tired
Eyes do not wake in this state
I need peace or at least some quiet
Free me from my mind, my thoughts
I must retreat from my very being
For I am aching in this shell of a body
I am dying as I speak, yet my mind
It will not rest, I lie awake and it speaks to me, easy, go to sleep, yet screaming
The wind inside is cold and unnerving
Please dear god in heaven, take this
Take this wheel and stop the spinning
With your ancient hands calm the storm
Let me rest, I need this mind no more.
Ghost Writer 3 Feb 2017
For you, always been my friend
When down into murky waters
You have understood my aches
Holding on, like no other

Pen, paper, you lovley lover
When I write, poetry is flight
For you are loyal, you understand
For you I write, for you I live
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