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Skyla Oct 7
I found someone new
Who will keep me safe, keep me warm
He won’t search for more, he won’t break my heart

I am enough, one girl to hold tight
He won’t draw blood, or terrify me in the night
He won’t give me a fright, he’ll shine even more bright,
And I am enough to keep him satisfied (this time)

My old ghost lover went through girls like shoes
They quickly get old, so he finds someone new
I managed to last 3 short, summer months
He made me believe, our love was built on trust
He worshiped the moon, I called him the sun
I should’ve listened when they all told me to “run”
Run, run far away, as fast as you can
So he can’t catch you, the blood-obsessed man
He tried to take my heart, and **** out the life
And swore to me that one day I’d be his wife

He didn’t love me for me, just like the others
He was looking for someone to care, like a sympathetic mother
One to guilt trip, manipulate, cry on, and harm
Planting shameful seeds, burying me with the weeds, on his vast farm

He howled like a wolf, to the silver-lined crescent
He caught a glimpse of a gullible girl, saw me as iridescent
He sliced up his hand, to make blood pact
And threatened to jump off a cliff, for his grand finale act  
A blood oath, blood wife, romantic blood bath
Strangling me with his love, I can feel the hatred and wrath

He loves to choke, to suffocate, to squeeze
Just for the thrill of it, and begs on his knees
Wraps his hands around my neck, disturbingly tight
Tells me I can never leave, or run in the dead of night
The goddess of love, had cast her ****** spell
And the only way out is to walk with him to hell

I found someone new, he’s an angel of light
The epitome of peace, he refuses to fight
He doesn’t hurt himself, and he doesn’t make me sad
He feels all kinds of right, he doesn’t feel bad

I love him, I love him, this fresh love blossoms anew
And I honestly thought that you loved me too
But you don’t, and I no longer, I have grown stronger,
Because he doesn’t play choking games, or the victim card, he doesn’t try to win my fame or rip out my whole heart.

I’m sorry love, this ended very tragic
I am not your goddess, with a touch of magic
Set me free, from my cage, like a bird
You listen to my poetry, so I hope you hear this final word.
c Oct 7
I’m not afraid of ghosts
But I don’t like the way things linger
Like laughter
Or cologne
Or the feel of your skin on mine
Skyla Oct 4
You looked like summer, your soul fire was ablaze,
Igniting passionate flames and burning up your heart.    
You set yourself on fire over and over again for me
But when you became raging and chaotic,
I desperately tried to put you out,
but you swallowed me.
I slowly suffocated from the heat, and disintegrated into ashes.  The sun just wasn’t meant for a soft, breezy flower like me.

I was spring, rose-lit evenings reflected in my eyes
Grape vines grew all around my limbs,
I sang swan-songs under olive trees about you
I created elixir poetry for you, that made me swoon.
I cooed like a bird and pranced around like a butterfly.
I spread my wings like an angel, humming with the bees, dancing like a firefly girl, madly in midnight.

Although you were the sun, you adored the moon.
You worshiped her and loved her, her crystalline white beauty, like dew drops on a rose, or the feathers of a dove.  She dazzled you

I was gonna sparkle up your eye, be your moonlit girl,
your evening lover, your morning darling, your summer peach, but I was nothing but a spring fling, if that.  

Hot summer nights in mid-July, left me glistening and gleaming with passion, glowing like glitter and gloss.  I drowned myself in the embers of love, burning up with a fever.  

I imagined your honeydew eyes and nectarine lips, gently caressing my cherry ruby ones.  I imagined the way you’d brush my golden locks of hair, ever so gently, and plant the seeds of your warm kisses on the top of my head.  

I was a spring girl, trying to be midnight for you.
I absolutely destroyed myself, crumbled like Pompeii
Just to be your eye candy, and your heart candy too.
You were tired of my pastels and my dew-drop innocence, my frolicking Bambi grace, and my dolly mind?

I painted my big doe eyes in black, trampled the fairies and water nymphs around me, and followed the voice of the devil, a shadow vampire, the temptress voice of a siren, velvet and serene.  

I wore tight satin, choking myself in silk curtains, shattered all my Fine China, let Medusa turn my heart to stone, watching the serpent snakes coil around my body and guide me out of the garden of Eden.

Sexualised icon, beauty queen, big flirt, learning to sensually dance to Springsteen.  

And the mascara runs down my face, my wine red lip stick bleeds and dribbles into my mouth, my waist is tight with the ribbons wrapped around it.  

I loved you, I adored you, I wanted you to adore me to.
Moonlight, sunshine, spring girl, summer boy,
Your European temple, your ice cream cone,
Your French Riviera, your Italian rose-garden.

Your northern lights.

My summer lover, now ghost,
I will always cherish our divine memories
I will always be fond of the flowers you planted in me
But I will never forget the day you ripped them out
Tore them from their roots, killing them all
And handing them to another pretty garden girl.


I wept, not so much for the loss of my flowers
But for the pain that you had so carelessly caused me
I wouldn’t even want the flowers back,
I just wanted you.
You treat me like a ghost
I swear, it hurts me the most
copykitten Sep 29
Darkness, shadows
They've never been his foes
Lurking around as he goes
Even to his death it follows

What's that thing with no nose?
Nobody ever knows
But only to him it ever bows
To others it shrieks and claws

Drowning alone in his sorrows
And all his miseries and woes
Waiting silently for tomorrows
As older and older time grows

He wanted nothing of those
Poisonous as black widows
Repulsing all that knows
Leaving him alone and lost

It wasn't darkness he chose
Looking at a candle that glows
It just felt like blows
And his heart hollows

He tried putting on shows
But they never lasted long
He ends up standing alone
Wrapped in ashes and smokes

One day he's had enough
And he shut his door close
From his one, loyal ghost
Till at some point it finally goes

That was when time froze
And when he finally knows
That a shining star only glows
Inside the deepest, darkest jaws

Oh, the insults he throws
Not to his woes and foes
But to those loyal as dogs
How he regrets them most!

But one thing he can't oppose
The line of present he can't cross
04.10.2016
Jay M Sep 25
Living like a ghost
Walking by all I know
Hiding from everyone
Denying I need anyone
To walk alongside

Night falls
Darkness reins
Emotions overcome
Control the individual
Curled into a corner
Embracing a comfort
An object from childhood
Absorbing rivers

Still, child cries
Still, child hides
And still
The heart dies.

- Jay M
September 25th, 2019
Patri Sep 22
The voices of the dead serenade me
To sleep.
From across the vast expanse
Of time
They whisper soothing nothings.
When alone
They comfort me and gently reassure me of
Better days.
Their voice, their ghost, their everlasting breath haunts
My thoughts
And remind me that I am only mortal;
A gift
Not often remembered.
Wisdom from
Beyond the void of death frozen in song
Making me
Miss those I have never know.
No one
Has so gently crooned verses of strength and love
To me
As the beautiful voices of the dead.
Listening to old music
Creator Sun Sep 22
Hey.
If you're reading this,
Which you shouldn't be,
I just wanted to say,
You don't need me.

You don't need me.
I don't need to be here.
I'll just drag you down,
With my flaws and I-
I'll cause you to drown.

In loneliness.
With me.
I don't want you to suffer.
I don't want to suffer.
With you.

Is it normal to feel like
Someone else's shadow?
Is it normal to feel like a ghost
An ethereal spirit, disconnected.
Lost.

I'm lost.
At a loss of words,
lost in this game called life.
And I don't even know why
I'm pulling out this knife.

To hurt myself.
Ghosts can't bleed, can they?
Ghosts don't feel, do they?
Ghosts shouldn't matter, should they?
I'm not making sense, am I?
A continuation of the previous poem, I'm not sure if I like this. It turned out different then expected. Oh well.
Bardo Sep 21
Would you be the Lard then,
The Lard o' these lands ?

<The Lard !!!
I ain't the Lard of anything!
I'm the Laird of these lands, yes!
If that's what you mean.>

The Laird, eh!
So there's no Duck or Duchess over
    them then.

<Duck! You mean Duke, no Duke or
    Duchess !!!
Ain't no Dooks or Dutchesses around
   here Mon! >

Then what about the Goose,
The Goose of Gainly Hall.

<The Goose!!! What Goose ?
It's a ghost not a goose,
The Ghost of Gainly Hall !
Only goose I can see around here is
    you
Begone you unruly Mon, Begone!>

Unruly Mon is it ! Unruly Mon !!!
   (squaring up to the Laird)
...Heh! I'll nay fight ye, yer not worth it
The Big Lairdy Mon
I'll go off and alight some place else
Just like the Goose, the Goose of Gainly
    Hall !!!
............Hey Big Mon!!! The Goose! He's
    loose!! He's gone!!!
A bit of silliness purporting to come from the Highlands of Scotland.
Aurora Sep 19
Lies in an empty house
Hiding in the nooks and crannies
Where memories unfolded
Laughter was had
And now it's no more

You could call me sentimental
You could call me a fool
But I always dreamt
That it wouldn't end this way

I wish love was real
My heart yearns for a welcoming place
Where I can show my face
And not be lost in this mess
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