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Mansi Nov 2020
I think everyone is being haunted
Maybe not by something supernatural
But something more sinister:
Regrets
Missed opportunities
and
the choking sensation of their fear
Josh Hill Oct 2020
And as I turned the corner
Into her old room
I saw what I had been warned not to see.
The apparition.

To describe its features would be a great feat;
It had no features so to speak
Just a vague veil
Of a time and place gone by.

In truth it was not terrifying to look at,
In fact it was rather soothing;
The history kept behind the pale old eyes
Kept me drawn to its pale old face.

I was rather calmed by its presence
Until suddenly features started to appear
On its cold dead face
And what had previously been a vacant plane

Was now the vessel of a horrifying creature.
And the sound.
The sound which shattered all the windows
And had with it a tone of fury and anger

Which made my ears cry out in contempt.
And at that point I understood it.
Why it was called what it was.
When I’d heard the cautionary tales of Draymore

I assumed they were nothing but wild fantasy.
But with her scream of a shivering evil
With no compassion in the tone
I realised why
They called her the scream.
Shain Brown Oct 2020
I can see
all the ghosts around me
all bundled into two
leaving me be

they go right through
without possession
destroying my life
without aggression

I cannot join them
because they fade away
as darkness folds in
I have to stay

a thousand years pass a second
as I watch the universe
inside this room
filling the curse
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2020
You’re slipping through my fingers
Tiptoeing out the door
Over clumsy feet I trip
Grip tighter than before

Faking your own feelings
Like a snake fakes their own death
It’s not enough to have your cake
You must bake and eat it in one breath

The feeling of being abandoned
Is the worse half of the deal
Seal your broken parts inside
As you use your haste to heal

Of drowning you’ll not speak one word
While out of brown eyes tears leak
Weak was never in your vocabulary
Hope your baby blues find what they seek

But I don’t think you will discover
The missing link you’re searching for
Though you might be on the brink
You’ll blink and end up on the floor

If I mattered to you at all
You wouldn’t leave me tattered
Pitter-pattering across the globe
Uncaring that my world has shattered

If ever there were a time for reflection
It would surely be this rhyme
Prime method of analysis
Verses that dip low and then climb

Never attaining solid answers
A conclusion I long to obtain
Abstaining from the obvious truth
Until I’m driven insane

And I crave the strength I hopelessly lack
To ***** my way out of denial
With no easy means to cope
Mope like a juvenile

Deeper into myself I withdraw
Surrounded by memories I keep
Yet reality creeps in like the tide
Reminding me these illusions are cheap

Darker and darker the days and nights grow
Light vanished from my universe
It would appear that you’re doing alright
Which makes the bite even worse

Sadder and scorned than I have ever been
The loss of you not properly mourned
Adorned with shades of gray and black
Delusions finally adjourned

Losing air as the epiphany hits
As I finally process old news
I wonder if you are amused by my reaction
How long it took my heart to bruise

You were quicker to let go
Owing me another chance
How dare you simply throw it away
With no mercy or a second glance?

Faster than a river rushing
You moved past the place I was stuck
I was foolish to believe we would last
Lines were cast in thick muck

Always ended sooner than promised
You wanted to go separate ways
Now I wander a maze of agony
Aimlessly meandering in a daze

So miserable it makes me sick
From the moment I awake
Quaking with uneasiness
Each bone and muscle aches

Yet I remain longing for your touch
Your face I will never forget
Somehow I let you get away
Life haunted by regret
What do you think? I tried something a bit different than my usual style
Jay M Aug 2019
A story retold
Memories brought back
Flashbacks and pain
A deep guilt resurfaced

Consuming
Long festering beneath the skin
At last coming to the surface
To take control
Puppeting me around
To its will

Through pain
Nightmares
An aching from guilt and shame
Comes eventual strength
Or so I'm told...

- Jay M
August 28th, 2019
Talia Oct 2020
You drag me in
past the point of
personal boundaries
Hands like hot plates
welded to my waist

Eyes undress me
with a penetrating stare
exposing me to everybody
Your kind lurk everywhere

I struggle away from
potent, *** ridden breath
that invades my air space
I try to breathe in
some respect
from anybody, anywhere?!
Hex Oct 2020
A cathedral backed by reddened skies,

Remnant of a diluted heaven,

Few who controlled the lives of many,

Played with chaos, and lost their game,

What remains is ruin, relinquished of life,

And a revered site destroyed, like butter cut through by a blade,

Inside dance spectres, unlike those seen before,

Ghouls of the past, souls who were garishly slayed,

The melody of laughter and sonance of screams,

Echo from the abyss, an alien and somber plane,

The feats of the few claimed the spirits of the many,

And now they slave together,

The minds of the sick enlivened by screams,

As all are watched by the King.
For an October goal of writing one project every day.
10/7 Theme (Late): Haunted.
Diána Bósa Sep 2020
After restoring memory,
the used space becomes free again.
Yet still, you do haunt
the ghost drive of my heart.
ramya Sep 2020
The little child afraid of ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night,
could never fathom being haunted by someone that is still alive.               The kid who hid behind his mother’s arm,
now stays awake at night dreaming of being in another’s arms.
The toddler who used to laugh all day,
searches online for reasons to stay alive .
The infant with the starry eyes and dreamy smile,
has forgotten what a laugh feels like.
The teenager who loved haunted houses and scary movies nights,
now cries herself to bed over lover boy.
How odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.
i wrote this at 3 am the day before my exam because i couldnt sleep. insomnia is a *****.
iamgone Sep 2020
the walls
rotting
halls
empty
I am stuck
in the place
I can relate to the most
this house doesn't get much bigger
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