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301 · Jun 2016
Ghost
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
I am awake
And the world is cold
I want to go back to sleep
Not to grow old
For their eyes look
They do not see
Their ears hear
They do not listen
I am hardly here
To them I am just passing
I want to believe I matter
Like as a child
When it was only I
Inside the warm womb
But now I see the world
And they dont see me back
I want to slow down
But they are all moving so fast
A blur
A grain
A speck
A passing
What is it even that I am asking.

E.S.
294 · Jun 2016
Another Fool
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
The blood
It traces
Every feeling
Known to man

The moment
It stays
Only fleeting
We are dying

Make love
Setting the memories on fire
It's all you have
It's never leaving
Always breathing
Until the last man forgets

e.s.
294 · Feb 2017
Broken Mirrors
Ghost Writer 3 Feb 2017
God take the light from burning eyes
The world's walls are but illusions,
To wear upon your back sunlights lies
This game we play all in delusion

Deciding upon fate your own reality
Lies spoken scuffed my open ears
I am prepared for this final fatality
Our own sights too different, broken mirrors

Take your words, I pocket mine
Believe your voice, I have spoken mine
Together living through different times
This is goodbye, this is goodbye
283 · Feb 2017
Untitled
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
281 · Sep 2016
Five
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016
When I was five I made my own peanut butter and jelly, I also did loads of laundry
And laughed until it hurt my belly

When I was five I had a costumed themed birthday party, I dressed as a fairy and was surprised to see soda in the cooler

Maybe I was nine when I actually did things for myself, I can't quite remember because it all went by with the flash of light

When I was five, I told myself it was the happiest day of my life, I still remember that day like it was yesterday

Now I'm 22 and I feel as though everything I have been through only drives me farther from the glorious days of five
274 · May 2016
Exempted
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.
273 · May 2016
athirst
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
269 · Feb 2017
You are the dream
Ghost Writer 3 Feb 2017
If I had the guts to say it all to your face
This is what I would pull myself to say

From the day we met, to the day today
I have longed to empty this space
Your pale skin, your angled chin
Those eyes that pull every inch of me in
I hardly can look, it feels close to sin
Heartbreak from the words you say
To the words you have never said
I wished on so many stars
I threw away so many flowers

Are you interested in knowing
How far I can fall?
If I started from heaven
I would reach hell within your arms
Kissing you would be unreal
I am not sure If I would even feel
My body would go so numb, I know I would die
I would die to feel those lips
I will die thinking of this destruction
Running after tomorrow for you are my star

Are you here to break my heart?
Do  these words make you laugh
Do I look as though a fool
My mind to the sky and heart too
Floating up too far
Just a speck to you
Oh do I make you laugh
Am I the only one feeling
These ridiculous lines?

You are a world to my sky
A note to every song
A color to every picture
you are everywhere
you are everything
and I am okay
continuing
inside
this
dream
265 · May 2016
Sunday Kind of Love
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
Our gaze looks towards the wall
memories and moments
shatter it all

you
not
him

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

I want to
see you
Sunday

I fell for you when
you weren't even looking
distant eyes

over
here
meet mine

alone, we could be
I wonder all the time
if you fit me

I wanna see you
Sunday
e.s.
261 · Aug 2016
True Love
Ghost Writer 3 Aug 2016
A twisted joy pains me
Knotted inside my chest
My heart tugs, then relaxes
Then all is silent, all muscles at rest

The loneliness filling inside
Pulls me across the dusty floor
Down into the basement
Slithering with rats

I reach into torn flesh
Dissecting veins from the rest
Blood stains translucent hands

Slithering in and about
A serpent chews his way
Inside this hole of a chest
Sewing his being
Into something unable to reset

If I keep him, will he eat me whole
Taking my heart, to go
I do not care too much for games
He started before I had any chance to say

You mad, mad serpent
Do what  you will
For I lack the will
To do anything at all.
255 · Feb 2017
Garden
Ghost Writer 3 Feb 2017
I look around and I see the sound of wishing
Through the walls, out into the sky
I hear a call, I know it is probably a lie
Enticing as it all seems, I know how a belief
Can torment one's own mind
His face has dug deep into my flesh

I will break my way into his garden
Barefoot I sink into the thorns
He can never notice the blood or me
I am almost completely certain, he knows hardly
I will walk and derange my mind
I will not talk, the screaming that billows
Bouncing through my mind
I don’t trust my judgment of myself
Again and again I put this love
Away and then too close
For the rest of my life
I will hold onto every piece
The memory, the dreams
Of wanting you
252 · Feb 2017
Unfortunately
Ghost Writer 3 Feb 2017
His eyes were the abyss of my hell
The way his lips moved swaying my sanity
Attached like a dog to his master
I begged and I sat, constantly craving
Eating my inside like parasites
I called it love, no not love
I called it Lust, no not lust

Survival through his fibers
My cells becoming his own
No matter where he looked
No matter where he roamed
I have built a castle in the sky
252 · Jan 2017
Night
Ghost Writer 3 Jan 2017
In a time of self loathing
We raptue with boasting
Be concealed inside
Bursting only at night
246 · Jan 2017
Circle
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
243 · Sep 2016
Untitled
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016

Reflections reveal nought truth
I see the ocean like my mind
I feel the sand in between my thoughts
Creatures fill this body of water
Growing, changing, and some mutating
It is a lonely world for the quiet man

e.s.
243 · Oct 2016
Haiku #2
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
Trembling lover
ineffable tingling
the heart is screaming
240 · Nov 2016
Blink
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
239 · Feb 2017
Pieces now
Ghost Writer 3 Feb 2017
The one who is broken blames the breaker, but the breaker always blames the broken for being broken. Confusing? That's how relationships end.
239 · May 2016
Words That Dream
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
I read his poem
I secretly wish
think
it is you speaking
making sounds
from the paper
into my heart
mutating my mind
carving my thoughts
I see star eyes
looking into mine
I think of you

my body lead
knees weak

you part your lips

but it's just a dream.
232 · Jul 2016
To the Bone
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
I feel a quiet pain
One which sits there
But to tired to form a name
I feel apathy, in the dark corners of hate
I know one thing, yet the guilt fills me too full
From the wound on my hand, to the wound on my knee
The bruising is not pretend, it just lives in the depths of me

e.s.
227 · Jun 2016
Evolution
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
Cheerless sunsets have set me free
Just like the moons dreary face opened me
Terrors of the night have shaken me
But their earthquake roars and awakens me

All the Judas’s of the world brought me flowers
I plucked my finger on the blade of their thorns
My heart pumped blood pathetically, leaking
I was terrified, I dropped dead out of the light

I feel lost, but opened to a grand terrain
There are colors flickering in the chilling wind
Freezes first the skin then warms and frees within
I outstretch my arms and grasp the sky

I cannot fear for I do not care, welcome the unfolding
For this is life
e.s.
223 · Sep 2016
Untitled
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016


Anger is that tingle, which leaps inside the womb

When one disturbs its sleep, it burns a fiery fume

The gut is soaked in butane, ready for a match

Please don’t hand me flowers, I may just turn them black



e.s.
221 · Jan 2017
Best For You
Ghost Writer 3 Jan 2017
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry again and again
The hearts that I left, and the things that I did
Blaze inside shaped withdrawal moreover free
Running around defined aspects of my hiding

The nature I held onto was regret and ice cold
There was no forgiveness, only woe in control
Taking home with the flame, devoured my days
And now looking behind, I’m changing my ways

Do not forgive me, as I did not forgive you
Do not forget me, for I will never forget you
Daylight is coming and wishing best for you
Now you must find someone fitting and true
#poem #poetry #love #regret
218 · Apr 2016
Haiku #1
Ghost Writer 3 Apr 2016
Calm, before the storm.
We ripple at the surface,
Florescent blue weeps.

-e.s.
216 · Sep 2016
Untitled
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016

Lust is sweet like sugar,
Has you on your knees
She will rot your teeth
That sweet candy queen.

e.s.
214 · Jan 2017
Stay far
Ghost Writer 3 Jan 2017
I feel the black beast
Growing inside of me
His claws sink inside
Heart full of blood
Drips like a rain cloud

Wonderful wishes haunt
A smile is stopped from
This monster controlling
Me, I need salvation but
I'm full up to my knees
213 · Sep 2016
Untitled
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016
I closed the book,
         paused the story
Looked around,
          room so boring
Closed my eyes,
           pretended hard

Floating away on diamond stars

e.s.
210 · Sep 2016
Untitled
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016
Hot tears stream down my face
My body fills with grief, distaste
For every dollar which I gave
To send an animal, to its grave

I slit their throat one by one
Not ever thinking, what I've done
I turned my face away
I did not create their pain!

I payed a man, to do the deed
And with my money, he gave to me
An empty carcass, a dinner plate
For I needed it, it was not hate

Intensions, actions, black and white
Yet still the blood shed every night
I now grieve for what I've done
I now see who I have become

Trading health for someone's life?
Soothing my tongue with a knife
It's a pain, unnecessary, a war
That can be avoided

Here I grieve alone
For he eats animals
When he comes home


208 · Sep 2016
Untitled
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016
Bite my tongue until it bleeds
Because I'm not going to cry,
Not anymore

Make a fist until it stings
Because I'm not going to take it,
Not anymore

Stand up straight as a board
Because I'm not going to sulk,
Not anymore

Spread these broken wings
Let them show, let the wind blow
Through the things that once were
Because I'm not being afraid,

Not me, not anymore.

E.s
201 · Jun 2016
As I was, I have become
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
If I just stood
Blank expression
No words at hand
Just a soul alone
A broken soul
Would you feel compassion
Do you see what is whole?
Must I create
Must I awake the dead
Or would this be enough
Silently standing
Not even a touch

When you watch me
Do my eyes speak
Can you hear me
Over your minds own condition
Can you feel
What is not seen?
I spill truth
For my soul is not clean
I am brave
I know you are the same
Allow the walls to cave
For we all are falling down.

We are loudest when we are silent now.
185 · Feb 2017
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Ghost Writer 3 Feb 2017
.
Self distruct has an angelic touch
Wisping winds brush immensely
Against my pale pallet, my cage, so I call it
153 · Jul 2016
Untitled
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is that false feeling of knowing.
e.s.

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