#wraith
Burns in winter’s wraith —
a soul never feels.
Where the order of silent dominion
poisons petals meant to bloom;
no home, no shelter, nowhere —
cold ice breath beneath,
And so begins a silent rite,
where the rose-red thread
lies like shackles —
binding the feet,
its true nature unveiled.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Things have been out of order
And seem to cross the lines
They seem to cross the borders
And seem endless for a life time
My mind has started to break
And my thoughts have started to cloak
My brain has started to stale
My heart has been set to rot
The pain has gotten worse with the anger still inside
But the anger has now consumed and has become the rage
With me forcing it all and trying to hide
The anguish devoured me whole and i became truly sane
The pain breeched the limits and has reached my mind's fort
The fort has now been crumbled into a thousand million peices
And im still looking for a way to find an exit door
But ive yet to build my fort ive yet to find my door;The door of my hope..
____Tsuki no ume~
Oct 12, 2025
Oct 12, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
The wild fury hidden below
Emanating a wicked black flames glow
But this wraith was bestowed
When the fog lifted in the meadows
This demon had finally hit the light
After hiding so long in the dead of night
Like heat, The truth started to arise
From amoung the murky waters of deceitful lies
The fire only seemed to have grown
And its presence soon became known
The apathetic rage had consumed the mask
In which this unearthly flame was latched
The wicked, evil flame
Wouldn't, or couldn't be tamed
Not even the black hole of he abyss
Could hold a hate like this
This ferocious, deprived monster turned a field of emotion
Into a empty, bottomless ocean
Worst of all no one saw the posined knife
That is plaguing such a once joyful life
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
you’re the ghost
of the younger you
as you float
down the stairway
catch your eye
you crack a smile
we sit and pine
for a while
down the drain
pour the coffee that
we didn’t drink
too cold
hear the girl
in the stereo
singing tunes
from long ago
don’t lie to me my friend
are we really at the end?
should’ve dressed for the event
but i know we’ll meet again
i’ll wear something black and red
you’ll apply my favorite scent
and if still we both forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end
i’m the wraith
of the younger me
as i joke
to see you laughing
hear the boy
on the radio
as your gaze
meets the door
don’t lie to me my friend
are the waves upon the sand?
they may rip you from my hand
but i know we’ll meet again
and i’ll wear my darkest cape
you’ll put on your finest lace
and if still we should forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
Tears tear upon my ears and ring with distance resounding now
Two years.
5 days hence your 36, and I've done much to move on.
Burned the bridge with greek fire, slashed tires and bombs. The blaze I burned a pittance compared to the fire raging an inscription upon my soul.
Oh how I've learned my capacity for destruction, exhausting my ambition to scupt my sephiroth by the injustice of it all.
The pain. Would never leave. Couldn't. Shouldn't. Would not. Yet waned with each severed thread held in place by that pact. Trickling like a trickster.
I feel as If the widower now, black against even abysmal shadows, drowned out by thoughts of quicker deaths than one sought out by my shallow cuts & hours drunk to numb this, my greatest loss. Lost for words I stumbled deeper in the mines of hades, time changing by months or days.
What kills a man can be any overabundance, but you killed my spirit. It was I who offered the sacrifice. stupidly, but you I name liar. The deal was not kept, could never be, yet after dying deaths daily, my weeping heart wept, hated and forgot hailing new depths forsaken each breath taken away from me vying to make this make sense.
I'm done.
I want it back.
I want the fuel to live life unkempt and uncertain, laughing at the impossibilities lorded over those too weak to withstand the pressure and my rebelious will to keep fighting fate.
It's not too late, still I feel I've aged a decade in 2 years
Only now, waking to see the sweet nap given to me as punishment for lying under the timeless tree.
haunted no longer
By the visions of a
Wraith.
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 5:08 AM UTC
A dress of black
Covers the flesh
The weary legs
Propelling a ****** shell
A walking, talking hell
Boots of black
Cover sore soles
Worn from the miles
Within these shoes
Take them now
To then endow
What this soul
Has and how
Veil of black
Covers the face
The tired, dim eyes
Gateways to a fractured soul
Wailing, crying out like a wraith
Mourning the greatest of losses
A grand, widely gaping grief
For the sorrow and woeful
Most soul retching cry
Of a lovers loss
Keeping still the black veil
A crown upon the head
Heavy is the silver helm
Upon a fatigued skull
Full of fear and dread
A queen without her king
Fallen at her own hand
Her pen, her ink, her word
All bid the love goodbye
Their hearts to surely die
As their kingdom crumbles
Stones crash to the ground
Their castle falls into the sea
From whence it came to be
A castle built stone by stone
To fall but once again
As the very earth rumbles
Quaking in the divide
A ruin on either side
The queen, her part of the land
Once so thriving and grand
Only to fall by her own hand
From a land of bountiful prosperity
To but a wasteland of humanity
The queen, she walks among the ruins
Rubble scatters the once sacred ground
To crash heavily at her weary feet
Seeming to admit defeat
Into the old chambers,
The throne room they once shared
Split at the space between the seats
Now ever so lonely she stands
Upon the cliff so steep and grand
The great divide of ancient land
Seated upon her throne of stone
Cracked and deeply worn
Now it seem it were
Surrounded by spine and thorn
Protecting the exhausted queen
Despite all internal protest
She sits to take a rest
Her subjects come to her cries
From her long cold bed
She cries and cries but will not sleep
Remaining awake only to weep
Wrapped in her linen sheet
Longing for a distant warmth
Knowing it shall not return
T'was but a lesson for her to learn
Rise and rule the day
The queen, she knows that she must
She sits upon her throne on high
Her knights to guard her people
Her heralds to aspire the people
Their souls as they lay to rest
The queen she always overthinks
Thinks once, then twice, then thrice again
As any a queen should hope before
Making but a single request
The queen she rules over the dark
Her word is her solemn command
She considers her people with care
Before do anything she dare
The tired queen, she stands to greet
The soldiers of her fleet
To sail their hearts out to sea
No more, in this time they shall not flea
To tie up their ships to the docks
Not again to leave the harbor
Of their greatest labor
As the day goes by and by
She stands and she sighs
Her people they reflect her state
And quite frankly, as of late
They appear more ghostly than
The specters of her mind
As her sorrow grows and spreads
So, too, do the wraith-like folk
Of her long, forgotten land
Broken by her trembling hand
Both land and fragile heart
Seated somberly upon her throne
The queen, her pain is known
Far and wide, beyond the reaches
Of her sullen, gloom filled lands
As the word spreads
To lands far and vast
The tales of her past
They know her by one name
At last she holds her title, bound;
The Queen of the ******
- Jay M
October 12th, 2021
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
you are cold
to the touch
despite that smile
purporting warmth
wraith
ghost
spectre
from the corner of my eye
you cannot disguise
your shape
your shadow
your intent
Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
There's a certain wraith
in the cleaning of kitchens
scrubbing of floors
ringing of towels til
the fingers puff up
and bleach seeps
beneath your fingernails.
There's a certain wraith
to all these quiet burdens.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
You are so cold
My breath steams
Wraith
Come to haunt my soul
Goosebumped skin
Peripheral vision
Glimpses your true form
Though you hide among the shadows
Behind lies and laughter
That cackles.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
shadows raise inside the heart
of hungry childs with ceasing guard
hope and strength turns into hate
until all their faith will break and fade
spirits whisper and ensnare
a boy that´s weak and unaware
and his mind turns cruel and foul
as he touchs an alien soul
then shades will grow
under his feet
rawling down the empty street
to the children, to the old
those who cannot ward the cold
and slowly, weakness raise to might
as childrens shadows steal a life
humanity gives way and fades
for every soul he steals and raze
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
who needs to learn
to wrap the tides
while the fisherman
cast the net of fire
from the darkest seabed
locked the doors of events
to keep an ancient calendar
still glowing on it's eyes
but within the time
the firts cry came
the lips of the ocean
became reluctant to return
for us to be afraid
to saw the wraith
of the fish
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
*i
don't
know how
i'm being
screamed at by silence.
i don't know what these rooms are for-
filled with ghosts and curtains that will never stop haunting.
i watch these stacked rooms from afar as we drive home. a wraith whispers light into their ears.*
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
Dark, dangerous woods,
Phases of the flashing moon,
Turning heads of owl.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC