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thepoeticwit Jul 2017
My soul grieves
for a soul;
a life lost,
to the world,
cold.

The world,
this life
full of pressure
she cannot keep.

So she frees
her soul,
for her soul
to cling to a
soul.

He tries
to stand on
the soles of
his feet

O how
he stumbles
and falls.

But how he bears,
for a life to be
shared with
a soul that
clings to his soul.

This spirit
awakened
from memory,
calls to his
bitter aid.

And as if
not even God can save him,
he is bound, chained
to the promise
he made.

O how my soul
grieves for
his soul!
And as he grieves
and weeps for
his own

It is far too late now.

Bound
between two dimensions
a chain.
'Til he fulfills
the promise made
to her.

A promise
for a dead soul.
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AllyRose Jul 2017
I'm not a morning person anymore.
The sun shines its light on all of my problems.
They won't go away.
My world is not just rain, it's a torrential downpour.
The one thing that I crave just walked out the door.
I'm surrounded by all my demons.
No matter where I go.
I've moved seven times.
They always find new ways to make themselves known.
They are always there.
Haunting me.
Leena Jul 2017
Her coffee addiction slowly took a turn,
when the liveliness within ceased to exist,
and each day, the burn against her lips
reminded her of him
and she knew it'll take a while
to escape.
Shaxy Jul 2017
And I thought it was easier for me to move on
and forget everything about us.
Forget you, forget us.

Until I see you, again and again...
in my sleep.
Mel Tulane Jul 2017
One day you will find
Haunting in my eyes the lies
That slid down your tongue
Brianna Jul 2017
They like to keep me up night--
creeping around, haunting sounds, and pale figures in doorways I can barely make out.

They like to keep me on my toes--
Small phrases that make it sounds like they care and then they turn around and stab in me the back.

They try to remind me how to move forward--
but all they do is hold me back and keep me trapped between getting out and staying there.

These ghosts aren't the ones who haunt my hallways at night.
They are not the ones you can banish with some spell or some pretty knick knack you find at the store.

No, these are the ghosts of my mind.
They are the ones who remind me everyday I am in the same place.
They are the people who forgot me.
They are the loves I have lost.

The ghosts I cannot hide from.
Ron Richards Jun 2017
as i stared into darkest glimpse of the highland tower,
i feel a slight glint of an eye staring at me in the dark,
i ran as fast as i can but the eye kept following me,
managed to hide in a room and it was long gone,
it was bound to earth with no where to go,
its raining and i cant go home,
soaked in a revolting water smells from the ceiling,
i point my camera with heavy breathing,
not knowing what come after me,
i close my eyes and pray for the lord,
as the hour gone by i was trapped in a corner and cant escape the fear,
what is real fear i asked my self,
i kept asking the same question over and over in hopes  of a clear way,
i kept shouting random names in hope to find my friend,
we got separated between levels of the tower,
" Khai! where are you" i shouted,
for some reason our walkies don't work,
it just static over a creepy sound,
i walked 50 minutes  to a destination and feel tired,
i passed out in middle of dark hallway and  took a  nap,
i keep having this visions where eyes laid on my sleeping body,
but then again who  am i  to judged this feeling,
my skepticism is high on this one,
i refused to believed it but it kept appearing in my eyes,
the next day we finally escaped at the highland tower,
it was truly frightening experience with just the two of us
we pray after the exit and beg forgiveness to the spirits,
in hopes they wont follow us back.
a collection of memory when we out ghost hunting in kuala lumpur, highland tower a gutted building that once stood high  and  have rich history.  1992 this tower experience the wrath of mother nature and the building fell down, it got rebuild back due to tax  and people cant pay the amount of  bills the building complex  lay abandoned.
Benji James May 2017
In the darkness
of an empty room,
I cry in the corner
seeing visions of you.

I want to feel your touch.
Feel your touch, feel your touch.
You held out your hand,
but I couldn't grab on.
These guilty pleasures
are held, in front of me.
These guilty pleasures
are taking a hold on me.
I can't break free,
Can't get back up
There are no pieces
left to pick up.

As I lay in the dark
of a nice warm bath.
Planning how to take my life away,
I breathe in deeply
drift beneath the water
Until I struggle to breathe
That is when visions of you
resurrect me.

I want to feel your touch.
Feel your touch, feel your touch.
You held out your hand,
but I couldn't grab on.
These guilty pleasures
are held, in front of me.
These guilty pleasures
are taking a hold on me.
I can't break free,
Can't get back up
There are no pieces
left to pick up.

Kneeling in the shower
praying to a God
that doesn't exist.
Don't know the difference
between reality and make believe.
As I look towards the shower head
I still can't see.
These scars that cover me
may need rebandaging.
He's a lost cause,
an abomination.
He's a disgrace
to the human race.
We've been here before
I'm all alone, in this empty room,
Crying in the corner
seeing visions of you

I want to feel your touch.
Feel your touch, feel your touch.
You held out your hand,
but I couldn't grab on.
These guilty pleasures
are held, in front of me.
These guilty pleasures
are taking a hold on me.
I can't break free,
Can't get back up
There are no pieces
left to pick up.

Oh, I've lost myself
everything makes no sense.
I think about the time
you said that you'd be there,
I'm not sure you even cared.
But your smile saved my life
a million times before.
I'm in need of you,
but this time you're gone.
Not sure I will survive anymore.
As I kneel in the shower
praying to a God that doesn't exist,
This razor penetrates my skin.
The blood trickles down the drain,
He falls to the floor,
crucified he cried
Crucify me tonight.

I want to feel your touch.
Feel your touch, feel your touch.
You held out your hand,
but I couldn't grab on.
These guilty pleasures
are held, in front of me.
These guilty pleasures
are taking a hold on me.
I can't break free,
Can't get back up
There are no pieces
left to pick up.

Oh! My star has fallen tonight,
If they were there,
he might still be alive
every night,
he died a little more inside,
my star has fallen tonight

As I lay in the darkness
of an empty room
staring at the ceiling
seeing visions of you
I see your smile
it puts my mind at rest
I fall asleep
knowing I truly was blessed.

©2017 Written By Benji James
kevin hamilton May 2017
lost sunday
i travelled light on cemetery rd.
flinching at every sound
of the whistling oaks
coming after me

i was sick but i didn't know
hushed by the fire
on the horizon
and the footsteps at my back
through crystal snow

believe me, i was sick
i was a drunken punk
in the soy fields
sleeping giant  
in a ring of salt
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