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QueenOfTheAshes Aug 2024
Sat with my ghost in silence
Tried to figure out the science
Of who she was
Of what she has
She looks like me
But could it truly be?

Did I die or have I been caught in a lie?
I swear I heard my soul sigh.
Asmita Ray Aug 2024
Your cold body drifts away
      Far from the hapless shore
              Far from my wretched hope
I once held so close

Your blood still stained my hand
No matter, how fast I ran--
Your ghost haunted my dreams, my reality
And warped it into a spectral entity.
The X-Rhymes Aug 2024
watching Where Eagles Dare
just ahead of Yuletide
came a bang from upstairs
while the snow fell outside
was that you, bro, up there
was it something you tried
just to make me aware
of the moment you died?
was that you, bro?

was your cigarette stink
by our old Christmas tree?
did you make its lights blink
and that bauble fall free?
did you want me to think
you were right there with me?
that you'd severed the link
from your human debris?
is that true, bro?

then an unconscious stream
brought a nice note of grace
in a bar, just a dream
where we had an embrace
and the overall theme
I recall, from your face
you're still part of our team
lost in time, Lost in Space
I miss you, bro

I said 'drop me a clue
next time, easily found
should you ever pass through
let me know you're inbound'
he said 'I always do
but it can't be profound
there'll be some subtle cue
so you'll know I'm around'
don't say boo, bro.
True stories.
I remember Sunday mornings as young men,  watching re-runs of Lost in Space on C4. Both hungover. Oh the pain.
Vivian - RJ Aug 2024
I jumped and looked behind,
Something was there or just some doubts in my mind.
I stared into the empty space,
Something stayed still and dared not to move.
I lifted my chin and rolled my eyes,
Nothing was there but a ghost in my head.
I turned to my desk and heard a snap,
Something poofed and made a step.
I froze in place and dared not to look back,
Something brushed above my head with a cold breath on my neck.
One knock, two knocks, I gained my control back.
I leapt forward and looked behind.
Nothing was there but was the ghost only in my head?
Psych-o-rangE Aug 2024
Once there was a day that never ended

A call that was once missed
I sat with my grandmother
By the running of the garden's fountain
She was calling back her children

A mirror that once shattered
I settled my cousin down
To the ghost of this house I once ruined
And I was tidying up the place

The nights have been long this year around

But I am burning deep in my drive
To engines that will soon let me fly

Into that missing night
I'll let them celebrate my birthday
was I not there for you my love
when the touch of night set in
when the smiles turned dark as storm clouds
and the nightmares would begin

your eyes were open
yet your heart would close
while the ghosts of childhood
come to prey
I tried to shield your soul from them
but the night is where they play

savage are the dreams that lived
in the heart and mind of my precious Eve
I'll find you in the light of day
when my nightmare takes its leave
where the ghosts that took you from me
cannot touch this sacred place
until that night
I'll feel you right
beside me
the ghosts of the past
Zywa Jul 2024
The jinns: a man looks

in the mirror and he sees --


the back of his head.
Novel "Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights" (which is 1001 nights, 2015, Salman Rushdie), chapter 4 "The Strangenessses"

Painting "La réproduction interdite" ("Not to be reproduced", 1937, René Magritte)

Collection "Low gear"
Alex McQuate Jun 2024
Our Ghost tonight,
Sits with me,
******* down Parliaments,
And bearing the words of Crosby, Stills, and Nash,
Singing of a ghost all their own.

Hovering in the periphery,
A constant watcher,
Constant companion,
Constant 2nd,
Constantly hoping to be 1st.

Cuckolded in emotions,
Unknowingly,
Which makes it worst I suppose,
Being torn apart by unrequited feelings,
Unknown indifference.

A gossamer-thin whisp of a thing,
That ghost at the edge of the vision,
Ever present but unseen,
Speak to me,
You have only but to speak,
To be seen!

The track ends,
I'm brought back,
Our spectral friend is gone,
Sneaking out as CS&N cries,
Making me wonder where they went
Crosby, Stills, and Nash- Helplessly Hoping
Joshua Phelps Jun 2024
Little lonely ghost,
Sitting there all alone

What's got you in
Your head?

The world may be
Burning, but know
I'll be your cover

And protect you from
Burden.

Little lonely ghost,
It's okay to feel
Less than okay.

It's not your whole life.
It's just one day.

Little lonely ghost,
Don't be afraid.

Just know that
I'll protect you until
The end of my days.
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