leave me in the garden to die. i will not let you save me- leave me alone with the dead leaves of autumn, with the coldness of winter settling in my bones. i don't want to be saved- leave me along the dead and decayed and come back to bury me in the spring. i have left to find death, to pick it's flowers and to finally rest.
Hey Horror movie ghosts I am not scared Pulling someone's leg at night Is so overrated Atleast do the 'boo' Or get the screeching of the doors right If they ran away Atleast put up a good fight Supernatural stuff got u overconfident? Or are you still yourself overwhelmed Climbing on walls Trying out anti gravity ? Playing with dolls Stealing em from charity ? Gosh at least have some dignity This poem is the pill To deal with "based on a true story" infection No side effects with 100 % perfection
it is cold again drizzling as he enters his building clutching the 2 bags of groceries the 3 year old stares from the upstairs apartment window wondering why the old man doesn't play with him anymore he re-heats and finishes off the coffee from last night throws a tv dinner in the microwave and watches highlights of the games on youtube since they dropped the local sports from Sling he checks his bank balance again online listens to his favorite ghost stories podcast then wonders why he hasn't planned for his burial or cremation cheaper to dump my ashes in the Atlantic he decides he ponders many things but mainly what the future holds for his kids he does this almost every night can't understand why they took the vaccine against his pleas... to get along? Make things easier? Have that card for the cruises? 1 A.M. and a few hits to help him sleep a final **** but will hold off the flush until morning so as to not wake the older woman upstairs the ghosts are getting closer these days they scare the **** out of the neighbor's cat when he comes to visit he's off the spirit box since October when they scared the **** out of him when he saw one go by and call his name they know it's coming soon he just wishes they'd let him leave quietly
The ghost of you won't follow me, Though I try to lure you out. Never do you fall for my tricks, I never did doubt Your capabilities and your wit I know you float, magical broom stick your finger in the air. You'd hitchhike the galaxy I know you'd dare.
All the forgotten lawns, and far apart, and monsters in the darks. The cross country farms, some kids are playing on. Thus, our liberation falls, a soldier dies, a family cries. See dropping blood! Oh Hallelujah! Oh Jesus Christ! All waters are iced, and the bread smells of rot. And ghosts knocking at the door, right? For its the wicked king's payments time!
i must gather myself it has been far too long the darkness awaits the calling is strong the fear has subsided i sense their confusion am i the ghost are they an illusion? they remain close to me i can feel them about come see us Thomas they silently shout i enter the dark in the shadows i revel to walk with the angels or dance with the devil