Tharuki Jul 14
Ghosts are real
They live within us
Haunting our past mistakes
Having us live in fear
Of the future
There’s a million ways to get through the day
Why can’t I find one?
There’s a million words left to say
Why can’t I find one?
There’s a million thoughts to replay
Why this one?
she dances with the devil
she's a forbidden thing
a forbidden people
she converses with the master of manipulation
quite good at the language of lies
cloaking herself in kindness, in sweetness, and in light
she's watching you always, the things you say and write
waiting for the day your heart is not shining so bright
and when she sees you are hurting
she waits and waits
until the day you finally break
the day you collapse to the floor
and feel like the world is too much to bare anymore
then she walks right in, right through your front door
she uses your hurt and picks at your scars
she haunts you and haunts you
she's the shadow on the floor
she's a demon disguising herself among people
she spent too long dancing with pure evil
ruth Jun 27
Talk to me,
I haven't heard your voice enough
For it to taunt me.

Talk to me,
Your silence is the only song
That comes to haunt me.
C Mahood Jun 19
The sound of the dead,
Make no more a chill,
Than the gentle breeze,
Of a morning draft,
Whispering through,
Ivy covered windows,
of an empty,Thatched roof cottage.
                                        
With words,
Sticking like ice,
From the dead lips of the departed owner.
Through hinges that creek their request,
Remember I, Remember.
Written on reflection of my wife's grandmother's "House in the country."
An overgrown remnant of more rural times, miles outside Omagh, N.Ireland.
The air was full of memory and past lives, empty yet warm, haunting not with fear or cold, but a house begging not to be forgotten as the weeds and thistles continue to over run the road and the courtyard.
Stella Jun 18
The past,
Something some people try to forget
And something some people revel in.
Everyone's is unique,
No past is exactly alike,
Mine is different than others.
I grew up too early,
And learned that emotions were obsolete.
They hindered more than helped,
The only thing they brought was more pain
I grew up,
Knowing the things I go through
Will shape me in the future.
I grew up,
Knowing I would always have to be strong,
So I can protect others,
From the horrors that I endured
I grew up,
Knowing the past will help shape my future
The past is the past,
And you can’t run away from it,
No matter what,
It will always come back to haunt you.
You have to deal with it,
And move on,
No matter how hard it seems,
The rollercoaster that is life,
Will always have its kinks,
But it will always end,
In either a terrifying way,
Or a satisfying way.
You pick the way you want it to end.
Not everyone's is beautiful or perfect, we all have something to hide.  Anyways, I  hope you like it, thanks for reading.
You left years ago,
                                the bed still unmade
You left years ago,
                                the bills still unpaid
You left years ago,
                                the message I still play
You left years ago,
                                the beauty I still gaze
You left years ago,
                                the child I still raise
Even a star is hauntingly beautiful
In reality it is not there
The brilliance it presents
Is only a memory to be grasped
By the human mind

That night I could see the reflection of
The Big Dipper in your sparkling eyes
And you asked me what I was thinking
About but tonight I only hear the
Silence of dead stars, see empty void,
And feel ground

Sometimes I think our moments
Must have been captured and
Frozen in the cold black universe,
And I’d like to reach back in time
To its outskirts, through the particles
And galaxies gliding ever onwards
To find you

Yet what time has done to us
It can’t keep doing forever, when
Time’s up, yes, stars die away but
Supernovas also explode and formulate
Nebulas from which stars reform and
Shed light as brilliant as billions of stars

Therefore when we too are born again,
We will meet in the place where time
Ends and eternity begins, in that point
Where hand in hand, we will float away
And spend eternity together
Serena M Jan 2014
I stood alone in my cold tomb
I wanted to pick everything up
and bleed myself dry with unrequited love,
fix every broken winged bird I set free too soon,
erase these voids, sew myself back together, somehow
my heart had become this open cage where dark beasts
laid their heads to rest, only for a night at a time
tried as I may, nothing ever stayed
but I awoke with the same haunting feeling
love in the past tense; a lingering suspense
dawn brings black coffee, another cigarette
another impeding sense of doom
Cat Lynn Jun 5
You have made my toss and turn, and fill me with guilt in my dreams and sleep

Slyly whispering in a gentle snare my mistakes that you say define who I am. You allow it to sink in deep

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

You strike me when I am limp and weak, for an easier kill

Repenting over and over again for the fool I am and was, trying to find the path I must fulfill

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

You do all you can to divide and conquer with your snake biting words
I AM SICK of fighting against your lie filled fangs, my past I know you've heard

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

I AM NOT GOING TO QUARREL AROUND IN MY PAST THAT I CAN NOT CHANGE!!!

AND I REFUSE TO KEEP MY EYES TO THE GRAVE YOU SAY IS FOR THE STRANGE

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

You use depression as a shackle on my feet, and use regret as a chain for my wrist

You lock me in the dark to believe that I am alone and convince me that it's the past I miss

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

You try to infest me with your darkness, make me believe that it is my image

You remind me what my flesh desires in a convincing voice that makes me scrimmage

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

YOU DO NOT DEFINE ME!!! THE PAST IS NOT WHO I AM!!!

WHAT I WANT AND DESIRE AND NOT WHAT I NEED!!! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SCAM!!!

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

You have forgotten that there is still life and light in me, and so have many others

You believed I was contained, but even the Messiah escaped, isn't that such a pother?

DEVIL YOU AND YOUR LIES ARE NOTHING TO ME!!!

THIS FEAR WILL NO LONGER KEEP ME AS A PRISONER!!!

AND YOU WILL NOT KEEP MY LIGHT HIDDEN AWAY THROUGH HIM I AM VICTORIOUS AND A WINNER

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

You can threaten me all you want with your reminders of my mistakes

But I have been given new life, I will not be drowned in your lies that make up your flaming lake

DEVIL STOP HAUNTING ME!!!

You have forgotten that the flame you love hides a light that burns

I can allow it to melt away the things that bring me down... it is now my turn...

My turn to be set free... and my turn to define all odds through Him...
NO DEVIL! YOU DO NOT DEFINE ME!!!

Forgive me if this poem wasn't at all very good... I plan on revising it but I just had to write this...

June 6, 2018 4:37am
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