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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
I know Every Story can’t have a happy ever after but I want this to be
I want to hold You closer than I ever Knew
Ironically, With you I feel at home Even If we’re so far apart.
I know sometimes I can Be Ignorant  
I guess Sometimes I’m Just Stuck On What I See on TV
To be honest I grew Up on cartoons
So I just Want this to be like Disney
So, even if it isn’t In the cards for me
Wouldn’t mind If you stick Around For real
I never thought I’d Ever meet Someone so beautiful who could haunt my dreams.
Rebecca Lynn Sep 19
You might be right,
but you could also be so wrong too.
It don't matter what you say,
don't matter what you do.
It will always come back to haunt you.
LK Sep 4
Laying in the dark,
after I turn off my light,
the things which I held back today
come forth to haunt my night.

See, I've pulled it together!
Look, I've made it through!
See that I'm much better now,
that I wait for night to brew?

My head it hurts when I'm alone,
I don’t know how to sleep,
when all the pain comes out at once,
all that which I shove deep.
Enigmatic Sep 10
Fear is the trap that confines all
Fear is holding hands with the grim reaper
It will haunt you to your grave
Taunt you in your dreams
Tie you back with the strongest rope there is and the hardest knot to escape from
Fear takes no time to find you
Takes no time to hypnotise you
Distorting your beliefs, questions are all that linger
Max Sep 5
As the shadows crawl behind me in broad daylight,

I'll haunt them at night.
Better not be that shadow
Anastasia Aug 28
you're a ghost
in my head
but you're not
even dead
haunting me
with the words
you said
Assimilation

Three thousand two hundred and forty tiles,
Three hundred and twelve hours, thirteen days,
Ten thousand steps walked, five miles,
Eight by eight, padded room, orderlies patrol hallways,

Thoughts patterned over, over and over,
Wits dull, under pharmaceutical pills,
Feigning defined sanity in isolated den,
Seeing different then ‘aids’ with weak wills,

Not fitting the social norm,
Emotions and thoughts invalid,
Indoctrinating those who won’t conform,
Not codependent on a screen or new salad,

Sitting cross legged, muscles sore,
Straight coat hugging me,
Arms, torso, numb, like the day before,
Staring up, the barred light is all I see,

Rocking to engage my core,
Listening to helps, words, drone,
Dying to see water upon a shore,
Here for safety yet never so alone,

Sloppy with medicinal chemicals,
Padded walls permanently stained,
Where people tried to bash their skulls,
From boredom and too much sleep attained,

Isolated torture is a maddening pain,
Socially rejected now a product of an insecure hell,
Painting their lines, difficult to abstain,
Each day, reliving how I fell,

Walking the halls, ‘I’, can’t come out,
Coming out in the room I’m trapped in,
In silence, fore it’s insane to vent by scream or shout,
Judged and charged for every mental sin,

Imprisoned, I never feel rested,
Exhausted trying to keep my mind sharp,
History forgiven, but I’m not accepted,
Seconds, hour, as I mentally cry and carp,

Days on end getting bested,
Drugged, my traumas they pierce and poke,
Building walls, while my minds molested,
Individuality embers into smoke,

Cutting brain apart, they mold,
Feeling self losing grip,
Struggling to keep my hold,
All I got not to slip,

I just want to be free,
My clarity and learned self is hazy,
Gods, some force help me!
I, think, I think I’m going crazy...
Tyro Aug 19
It’s time to free your memory from my mind
Now your memory will not haunt anymore

It’s time free my heart beats from you
And now it is capable of beat without you
Jack Jenkins Jul 15
Collect washed out colors
To put in my pocket
As a keepsake with no value
Fenced in for safety
Peculiar things that I let in
Thoughts not my own
I resent them like the fireplace
Who's flames took my secrets
But I threw them in
It's the only thing in this house
To have changed in years
Why?
I hold the past for peace
Yet if I forget
There are ghosts that will avenge
//On living in the past//
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