I have not seen a ghost
since new years
and it is July
the absence is
beginning to
bore me
I almost miss
the feeling of regret
when you see a ghost
somewhere around town
the grocery store
the park
maybe the gas station
or maybe in your house
sitting on your bed
you believe it is real
and you have had some bad dream
but when you lean in close
to hold what you think you have
it is gone
vanishes into the air
like a mist that did not exist
that feeling
the feeling of rejection
I love it
deep down
I have never really wanted
to belong
never really wanting to
be accepted
I just want to accept myself
for who I am
that is why I love ghosts
ghosts remind you
the past was real
but is no longer here

A pale canvas lies before you.
You pick up your paint brush and think.
An artist deciding what to make.

What shall you create?
Horizontal lines in a row?
Diagonal ones?
Maybe vertical?
Should they intersect?

Your face is pensive as you make your strokes.
With each glide of your tool, vivid red invades the emptiness.
Sighs of relief escape your lips as you finish.

A ****** wrist, your masterpiece.

I'm beginning to think that at any moment you will finally walk out on me, and if you do you're giving up on someone who is willing to do anything for you, who will give up on life just to make you happy. The only thing I want, is to be with you. If I was able to hold your hand for the rest of my life or even just hear your voice and see you smile, I wouldn't stop loving myself. I want to tell you every second how much you mean to me, because no one has ever meant more. I would want to be able to feel your skin, help you and make you smile, if only you would just let me.

j.f

I cannot say with any more ease
What you cannot say to me
I'm standing here holding my heart open
Your's is still running
Can't seem to see
You send your apologies on rough waters
Led by white sails
But what love is this that keeps you lying?
What truth is this that leaves me dying?
So you push me away
You pull me back
A constant emotion you fade to black
Should it hurt the way I feel?
Or should I do as I have learned and deal?

In the space between
The words we leave unsaid
I trace a thousand constellations
And the brightest stars
That line your pupil
Illuminate the darkness in my heart
And I focus on the gravity
That draws me closer to you
And the most beautiful part
Is I will gladly let myself
Fall into you

he is every single poem about the ocean in the world, and i'm supposed to be looking for some kind of sunshine.