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Phantom hands on my earth
Exploring crevices deep within
Phantom eyes on my lanes
Phantom fingers creeping in.

Phantom kisses and phantom breath
On my neck, on my breast
Phantom bite marks on my fields
Planting weeds on my chest.

Phantom laughters, phantom curses
I open my mouth, phantom screams
My earth slumbers in a phantom home
With true nightmares, phantom dreams.
This one goes out to the tortured souls out there. I know it's not easy to forget unwanted touch. Stay strong. đź’Ş
bearing a face i can barely recall
wearing a body that falls through your arms
i was born with these phantom limbs
hands that can't hold anything
grip that won't leave fingerprints
nothing in my possession
i'll haunt the halls that were held from me
always at arm's reach
never in my possession
sasha Feb 2021
for what sweet maiden
and what soft lamb
would dare accept
my crooked heart?

cursed words of mine
twisted mercilessly into
wretched ballads
that no one will ever sing.

there’s no salvation for me now
nowhere for me to heal
destruction runs in these veins
beating in my heart of steel

have mercy on my dark heart
be still, these wild thoughts
a pen dipped in jet-black ink
scratched across tormented soul.
this page is just gonna consist of my own personal sad blabs
Bea Burnett Jan 2021
I move from room to room,
A phantom in the morning sun

I move to fill the vacant,
I move to fill the stillness,
I move to mirror my interior.

Restless in the comfort of silk,
Confined to the four walls of my brain,
I move to an irregular beat,
My feet dance across the negative space,
Fingers outstretched to nothingness

Maybe if I move,
Maybe if I manifest,
I’ll find tactility,
Maybe,
Sometimes
I am a phantom limb
Passing through the body
Of a listless lover
Unnoticed

©FaerieFoxPoetry
basil Dec 2020
i have a scar, on the inside of my wrist
not from a blade

it's from my own fingernail
that time i tried to peel my skin off
tired, so tired, of being a
person

i told everyone it was from the curling iron
it still hurts sometimes.

14.12.2020
CJ Sep 2020
Don’t know how, don’t know when
I just started looking for you every now and then
Can’t shake off the feeling that you’re always nearby
Knowing that it’s hopeless, don’t know why I try

Searching for you through countless faces
I'm everywhere pulling out all my aces
I must have already bumped into you before---
---maybe that’s the reason why I happen to finally open my door

I start to close my eyes and I’m suddenly in a different place
We’re caught in between winds leaving me in a daze
It’s all in my head but I can’t seem to make out your face
You remain a phantom—dangerous, but beguiling and made by grace

- c.s. (110213)
SA Szumloz Jun 2020
My father bought you with a tender heart
On 414 Main Street, Avon, New Jersey
He gave you to my mother as a token
Of their newly proposed marriage.

Your exterior is the color of seaweed
A deep green as if tinted by the sea
With golden feet and brown edges
And an elegant rose painted on it.

When I open you with delicate hands
The Music of the Night begins to play
Narrating my parent's love for each other
Like Romeo and Juliet buried in time.

The tides have changed
And my parents are aging
But they're still together
Dancing to the Phantom's

Passionate tango.
Thoughts?
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
Phantom of the night
Hides in plain sight
Pretends to be alright
Goodnight
Wrote this spontaneously (in less than a minute) after seeing my silhouette on the wall for the first time since I made the terrace my ML spot at dawn
I'm beginning to think my wisdom is failing me
because that single voice was enough to set me free
Since I last felt this way, it's been months, it's been ages
She merely looked at and has written her name in my pages

I hope to see the day when the horizon is ours, if only for a while
I'd follow your phantom-like path for endless miles
But maybe one day, once again, if it comes to light, what should be
Whether in this world or the next, I'll feel her close to me
Dated: 4-14-2015
This was originally meant to be song lyrics, but I changed it up a bit.
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