Ghosts; There are many kinds Those that appear in images and audio And those that appear in our minds That haunt us to our cores Plaguing us With flashbacks, fears, insecurities Issues with trust, issues with companionship; Whatever it may be These ghosts never leave us be Not a moment to rest And when they give us that moment It disappears in an instant Vanishing as soon as it had come Not to be seen for a time yet.
My Mother's Perspective
An entity that may or may not exist A shadow, or a lingering spirit Such has been debated for ages Yet, the question is; what do I believe? There could be such The soul of a person lingering in a place of importance Trapped in a memory they had Possibly keeping people away Possibly inviting them to stay Such is unclarified Unverified Left for us to be believers, Or skeptics.
My Sister's Perspective
Yes, they are all around us! Dreams so wondrous, Nightmares of the dangerous, Hidden in photos Detected in sound Things move when nobody is around Keys turning Spirits yearning For communication Destination Freedom from repetition Or just a friendly hello A familiar song on the cello.
- Jay M November 21st, 2019
I wrote each one in a different perspective of the topic of ghosts. The two that are from my mom and sister's perspective are what I believe their take on the subject is based on what they have told me they believe.
Blistering concoction, Making nonsense, Make sure you just leave your mark, Don't let them touch you, Way too many stops to be rushing, Your boyfriend would you, if I was your boyfriend would you know me the same? What if I was your savior something pushing all the corners of your life would you take my last name? You know the game, I wouldn't even worry about the relations I probably just liked if you came, The portal opens, No room in this bathroom for the both of us even when the soaps soakin', We found the perfect motion, Better than the twisting motion if I do say so myself, just get the lotion.
Vanity stole me Vanity corrupted me Vanity tranquilized me Vanity disrupted me
These lines have me thinking wrong thoughts, thoughts that are of uncanny nature and vain thoughts of selfishness and unhealthy erotica. Vanity took all the sanity away from the head, and left me alone, not even therapy can stabilize me, I rebuild my soul. I'm out of my mind, and I'm yellin' out, vanity ... Like a drug itself, these lines are like decaf and vanity is my addictive curse. Addiction not to the drug, but to the feeling of such an intense self love, it eats you up inside, you take the substance to escape the sinful feeling. Logic, and proportion, all dead. Losing myself, Get out of my head. Get out of my thoughts.
I want to pick your brain for lunch to discuss the ongoings in this world and your views on controversial topics. I want to talk about the various books you read, the various shows and movies that entertain you. I want to know more about your beliefs, what appeals, riles, fascinates and triggers you. I want to know what makes you glow and dim. to watch you paint with different hues, form various constellation and explore the black hole of unexplored matter. I want to converse about the uncanny topics and the stigmatized ones. To know more about the philosophy, biology and chemistry of your existence and this world. I want to know about the intricacy, profundity and complexity around rather than keep to the surface topics.
What's the one thing you could talk about without rest?
Who's the one person that made talking effortless?
Where is the one that changed you for the better,
where is the one that made you your best?
When did it all occur, was it recently, or more in the past?
Is this one something or someone you wish you could have back?
People aren't things, and also, they aren't chances. They're the same solemnness between the sonder and the glances. We all have our thing and some of us may have more. But I prefer the passions of the focused for whom hearts with pulse on sleeve are wore.