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Ar Bazian Feb 2016
The Haunting of the Ol' Fisherton Bay Morticianary, Pt.2*

And so it goes...
The good mandelver, was given two,
caskets to measure his feelings to...
the undertaker sat, while the artist was gone...
pulled a flask of whiskey out.. and,
sang himself a song.

When he stood up,
to look 'pon the corpses
he found his flask missing...
he fussed and cursed, what's worse is;
that there stood a man, in such deathly groom,
he stood in the corner-centre, of the prepping the room...

There stood a man who'd sung along,
whose eyes indeed were really on...

"Off with the willows and off with the bloom,"
he said..
off with the cherry too, and off with the tune...
Come ol' Merry merry mate, come and sing along,
for when you bring the caskets make,
sure to sing a song.
One for the lock-it ring,
one for the key.
Another song to whistle to,
and a song to rid of me...
What's wrong you old drunken ****?
All pale and wet! O' gee...
the cat's gotten your tongue, I hope!
You dare not mess with me!"

A.r. Bazian
Feb 19th, 2016
Fictional "The Haunting of the Ol' Fisherton Bay Morticianary" is a series poem written by A.r. Bazian.
Ar Bazian Jan 2016
The Haunting of the Ol' Fisherton Bay Morticianary, Pt. 1*

The nights were longer, as though at bay...
It's time for the artist to make his way.

"It's a mighty profitable business,
isn't it Hugh?"

Said the mortician to his dog.

"These ones are old...
Almost as old as you"

As he worked up his corpse,
for its last and lonesome grog.

"Off to burial, this would see,
off with the other one,
whom ever was he...
Off with you too sir; old wasted chap...
Make for the wedding soon,
of woods and crap;
I shall expect a clean and smoothly slit,
to slip here this trap.. and finish it quick!
his final dance; adieu.. farewell..
Soon riddance will follow,
of you as well."

Yelled the mortician to the delving man,
To take over from here while still he can...

A.r. Bazian
Jan 26th, 2016
Fictional "The Haunting of the Ol' Fisherton Bay Morticianary" is a series poem written by A.r. Bazian.
Alexandria Hope Jan 2016
Full moon o'er me,
Same sky o'er you

Calm, it holds me like a love song
Spice, your scent wraps me like a love song
But the music, O, it permeates low and sad
For these dreams shall leave me short of waking
The night is all we have,
It stays through the wanting, a pause between a key
The wind shall move with ease, betwixt these
Hollow desires of mine
So gather me close, 'fore the night grows long
Melt within the hope, safe, whole and warm
For once, let not the fates divide us, but entwine.
frances love Jan 2016
there are ghosts
in my eyes and
they scream into
my ears; there
are ghosts in your
touch and they
feel like all those
years but i think
we can shake them.
AfterImage Jan 2016
Tragic Memory
Haunting Dreams
Held By
You
Calmed by
Caring Hands
Swift Recovery
Julie Langlais Jan 2016
Haunting Memories
You are always there, and always will be.
Denial strikes and you disappear,
Fear and loneliness take over.
Feeling out of focus,
Reality sets, and you are back.
You are terrifying and graphic, consuming every ounce of me.
Blocking you out is exclusively done to protect me.
You are revolting and disturbing, but vanish at the sight of denial.
Feeling nauseous, feeling nervous, feeling this dreadful pain.
Everything is wrong, you are wrong.
Alone, guilt, fear... Reality reemerges.
Acceptance of your existence ultimately happens.
Incredibly powerful you are.
I cannot break free of you, even if I try.
From a distance, still delivering shock waves up my spine.
Denial no more with progress around the corner.
You all decide to join forces against me.
You form a team, and hit me all at once.
You are abusing and beating me down.
Overwhelmed and out of control.  
Exhaustion sets in.
Depleting into numbness to survive.
Chaos!
Grounding myself, clearing  my mind.
Control within reach.
You no longer define me, consume me, control me.
Dealing with each one of you will no longer happen on your terms and timeline.
Pace has been adjusted to slow,
Acknowledgment and understanding become my armor against you.
True healing is happening,
finally...
I am starting to defeat you.
Haunting memories are all that you are.
You, are WEAK.
Still frightening, but no longer dominating me.
I am stronger than you, and always will be.

© Jl 2015
Savannah Lee Jan 2016
I still taste you on my lips
I still breathe in your scent when you're near
I still call you home though you've gone far away from me
I still think about you every **** day
When I know I never cross your mind
And the problem is you still haunt me in the night when
my thoughts take over and I can't breathe anymore
because I miss you so badly
Won't you please come back to me?
All I know is something triggered this, and it was probably wrote at 2am over 6 months ago
Marion Clarke Jan 2016
The world is falling to pieces
Colored glass falling from a prism
The reflection faded

The world is falling to pieces
Old friends stand alone
Failure, their deflated stare
A thousand screams
Or a thousand songs
One last note to echo...

The world is falling to pieces
Families break as friendship begs
A familiar face twists

The world is falling to pieces
Demented ramblings of obsession
Love is only in ideals

The world is falling to pieces
Every step away from one
Must bring you closer to something

The world is falling to pieces
I know to catch the shards
But they slip…

The world is falling to pieces
And I watch
Xyns Dec 2015
I am the phantom
That walks through the halls
Of your sad, empty mind.

I am the spirit
That reminds you, endlessly,
Of the reality you left behind.

I am the ghost*
That keeps you awake and afraid
Of facing another pitiful day.
halfheartedsoul Dec 2015
My hand is stained.

I see it no matter,
I feel it regardless.

The hatred runs deep,
the violence boils beneath.

In a mask for the mass,
humour was the course.

In a platter for the rest,
a distortion was forced.

Depravity a mistake,
Society a joke,
Pain a fortune.

You've seen nothing here,
You've heard nothing.

Turn around,
away from me,
so I can be free.

"Nothing has been, Nothing is to be."

Blood dripping down my eyes,
yet another soul I spurned.

Another step you took,
away from me,
and another,
and another,
I hear you loud and clear,
I get you more than any other.

I've embraced you a million times in my mind,
this,
is you embracing me.
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