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Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
Crown the light
Your eyes so bright
Ocean blue
Take me to you

Whisper alone
Into a black hole
Love me now
A candles flicker

Slow down me
I wish to die
To lay in fields of gray
Under the milky way
Take me, take me away
-e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
I wonder why these thoughts run
like water filling my mind
it escapes first

through
my
eyes

My mouth pours open
what does it mean
if I tell you what I think
This is a part from my poem "A Sunday Kind Of Love", my favorite bit. Thinking of trashing the rest.
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
I wear a canvas over
Covering my head
Just in case it rains
I won’t say what I said

At first, I just wore a jacket
It saved my pretty face
It protected my hair
I could not feel or care

a storm came rolling through                                                    
Rain prickled at my skin
So then I took a canvas
And I laid within its skin

I do not peak my head out
I do not say hello
I do not wish to get rained on
So I stay alone at home

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
Into the night, while I sit between trial
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I ponder into the things, which make reality
Like creating substance, I breath melancholy
Like my father once said
“Life is about doing things you don’t want to do”

The sad uncertainty of tomorrow's weather
Shakes the silent whisper of private cravings
The hidden essence inside simple words
I sit inside, Is it I?
Or am I what lies within?
Is this temple my exemption?
Billows of smoke come crashing

I am not what I am
For I walk with my legs, yet my mind is still
I sit alone, yet my mind is speaking
I am not alone
I am not in company

I hesitate between demons
I hesitate into my soul
It crumbles
I’m alone

I am not what I am
For I walk with my legs, yet my mind is still
I sit alone, yet my mind is speaking
I am not alone
I am not in company

The sad uncertainty of tomorrow's weather
Shakes the silent whisper of private cravings
The hidden essence inside simple words
I sit inside, Is it I?
Or am I what lies within?
Is this temple my exemption?
Billows of smoke come crashing


Into the night, while I sit between trial
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I ponder into the things, which make reality
Like creating substance, I breath melancholy
Like my father once said
“Life is about doing things you don’t want to do”

e.s.
Lust. For life. for truth.for something you don't have. for a lover which isn't yours. lust for demons. for happiness. lust for a God. the lust of life.
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
I can see the waves crash
Before they hit
I can see the rain hit the pavement
Before the sky falls

I see the darkened room
While your gleaming smile
Still looks like you

Yet somehow I was still suprised,
When it all came crashing down.


E.s.
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
I want to disappear
body turning into thin a.i.r

away
invisible
rain

Opened up, spoke words
they were broken though
as you step on them

trapped in a burning house
I was excited
now ashes
we all fall down.

-e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
dry as dust
my lungful lust
hungry for your touch
I will
I must
brush you
while you walk by
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