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Seema Dec 2017
The ground is damp
Lets light a lamp
Put away the stuffs
And build a camp
There is the lake
Lets hurry and make
The camp fire light
To bright up the night
It seems too dark
I hear the dog bark
Over there in that park
Opposite that is a house
The haunted wretched
All withered and patched
But that's far from here
An unusual atmosphere
We observe the surround
Laying low to the ground
Nothing happened scary
Except the mist appeared in a hurry
And dang at 3a.m
We heard awful cries
Loud fights
****** sights, yet
All gone by the morning light
No more camps for me
I don't want to be
The next victim of phasmophobia...

©sim
Fictional write.
SabreLi Dec 2017
Dear Tragedy, we meet again.
One day your reign of terror will end.

Why the cruelty, why all the lies?
It's like you build up my hope just to watch it die
Why all the anger, why all the grief?
Can't you see I'm dying, will there be no relief?

Each challenge you bring I rise above
Time and again but it's never enough
Your chaos I'll fight whatever the cost
If only for the sake of those I've lost

You raise the ante with each move you make
But you've taken so much there's no heart left to break

You chisel away until cracks develop
They merge together until fractures envelope
All of my soul, all of my mind
Little of me remains 
Bitterness and pain
I'll pay you back in kind

Why the deception, why won't you cease?
Where is my redemption, is there no release?
Why do you haunt me day after day,
And why don't any of my prayers keep you away?

The damage you cause I try to contain
But it's never enough, it's always in vain
I want to fight on but I'm tired inside
For all that I know I've already died

Again the bar's raised, now too much is at stake
Cos now you've taken so much there's no heart left to break

And sometimes I wonder, what have I become?
Is your victory complete now that I am so numb?
None of my soul, none of my mind
Nothing of me remains
But my shell will fight again
I'll pay you back in time

Dear Tragedy, we meet again
One day your reign of terror will end.

Copyright © 2017 SabreLi
I've been away from writing for almost a year now and I am facing some tragedy currently, which has prompted me to write again.
Asonna Nov 2017
Death is too common,
it floats around me.
with family and friends,
so many near misses too.
It haunts me.

People with strokes
wrapped my car to a tree
Cancer
Pnuemonia
Pleurisy too.

Attempted suicide
make that times 2.

Ketoacidosis
overdose
some of old age
someone nearly lost a hand
oh, and my dog died too.

Yet somehow i'm selfish,
because I ran from you.

My heart bleeds with every thought,
for every person i've ever lost
including you.
but i won't play a villain,
i'm protecting myself

so yes i ran.

Because death haunts me.
And i won't have you in that vision of death too.
Natassia Serviss Nov 2017
I don't feel like I'm awake
Every word seems hard to take.
I'm stuck in this routine.
I'm stuck running in this bad dream.
My thoughts are twisting and my wishes changing.
What I wanted isn't what I got and
Everything just makes me feel like I was shot.
Like my chest is bleeding out.
This numb feeling overcoming me.
It's all just a bad dream with an exit I cant find.
I wake up every morning feeling like a ghost
And I spend my days haunting everywhere I go
I'm not really there and I'm not seen by most.
I'd say I'm invisible but some unlucky souls
Still manage to see me wandering alone.
It's not like I made this choice.
It's not like someone caused me to lose my voice.
It's just something about this feeling.
Everything just feels so fake.
I really don't think I'm awake.
And at some point I pray that I'm right.
2013 was a dark time for me apparently. I forgot about these poems.
DeAnn Nov 2017
My breath is shallow
My heart beats quicker
I saw your face
I heard your voice

But it was your phantom that follows me
The one that follows me into my dreams
And paints pictures far better than reality ever was
So when I wake up I don't want to be living in reality
But in you

But it's your phantom I am chasing, not you
Because I know who you are now
You hid your true self from me for so long but I found it

Your true self was the You that didn't return my texts
And ignored my calls
Ignored my cries for help as I drowned
Into an empty chasm of death

Yet you looked into it
And laughed

But
Somehow I climbed out
Despite my dirtiness and brokenness
I found a way to climb out of that endless chasm

And though I may be tainted
I am alive
I breath the air of a survivor
I am in the eye of the storm, safe from all evils because I have prevailed

Until your phantom returns
Ronald J Chapman Nov 2017
Never sleeping,

Always praying to the stars in the sky,
Hello princess, how are you, my love?
How are you in Heaven?

Reaching for you in my dreams,
Never able to hold you,
Always waking to tears alone,

How can I find a way to move on?
My expectations are too high.
I can never find another you, my beautiful love.

I miss you.

All I want to hear,
is the soothing sound of your heart beating,
next to me under warm blankets in a loving bed,

And to listen to your voice,
saying, I've fallen in love with you,
please, stay with me forever, my love.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Moonlight Drawn by Clouds - I Miss You
https://youtu.be/6wwhP8AsyaE
Aleeza Nov 2017
midnight every day
I lie in bed haunted by my own thoughts
and a question echoes through my bones
“can you really do it?”

almost two decades of the same thing
this question that bears down on me
is what I do enough?
is all of this exhaustion enough to prove something?

oftentimes I let myself be lost
between the lines and the colors and the textures
tangled in the words the world has bestowed upon me
trapped in the frames of what I display to the world

but with every piece I showcase
a part of me is eternally in each one
and the more I give to this earth
the less I have to myself

sometimes I let myself collapse into nothingness
breaking myself beyond repair
trying to find weakness and striking there
just to pour more into the art that I struggle to create

is there really anything good that will come out of this?
is using every ounce of my heart and soul worth every single day?

but if there is anything this cruel world has taught me
it is that I do not just give up on what I love
and what I love might be the death of me
and yet it is the immortality that will carry me on
it is the beauty that I am willing to leave behind
Druzzayne Rika Oct 2017
there are pumpkins moving around
the candle lights bright the surround
blood red fountain spinning in middle
people going to this haunted house over the hill

no one visits the castle any other day
but dressed vampires and ghost in black and grey
dance around feeling home in this spooky place
today, the other world get mortals embrace

They get to be the normal, not the one odd
today, nobody cares about the screams and shout
the transformation and apparition
today, no one believes those vision

They'll fall for the traps,
blend within the gaps
tricking and treating strutting around
the atmosphere lit with the hooting sound.
Masked Voice Oct 2017
I've heard my heart many times, saying
" I'm haunted by humans. "
I saw my words bleeding.
Then gazed at her's,
which gave me hope or perhaps something more,
" Life ".
The bleeding words healed.
Broken smiles revived.
The silent heart beat in new rhythms.
My pale face re-lit.
sometimes, being inspired by someone or being influenced by someone and importance to that person can make you revive yourself or rather help you find who you are n what you are.
so keep trusting people though it's heart-breaking when they break your trust, it's just a temporary pain, you'll forget all about it when you find that person who'll love you n care for you to the ends of the universe.
too much said :) sorry if it was boring..
hope you'll like this xo
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