"gohst" poems
After you killed me back in the dirt
Got revived, Strung out, all split apart
Shipped aboard and slung into space
Sure it wasn't the plan but in any case
You'll never be far from my heart
And though this new voyage
Is further than the last
I've gone out and come home before
Though space it changes
As each moments past
It seems now theres less to explore
So there I sit
in my captains chair
My body a vessel so sound
What waits in space
An illustrious race
To search out some new solid ground
But out i must go
For to sit all alone
Can drive a certain kind of man mad
Its true I'm doomed
to be always that kind
But I guess I'm also quite glad
Though to search umungst
dead ends unending
May be a life long chore
Romance is a dance
And I'll be moving my feet
In faith there's still something more
From far you gaze out the backwood haze
A gohst not to be named
But I'll fondly recall
That first love of mine
That taught my heart how to fall
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
I grabbed the lighter off the counter
I walked outside
It was late
I was home alone that night
I sat on the side of the sand box in front of my house
My hand was shaking
I was exausted
I was stressed
I just needed something
Anything
I pull the Cigarette from the altoids tin I hid it in
I pull it up to my lips
I flick the ligter and a flame shoots up
I light the end and take a deep breath it
The end glows with red embers
Suddenly everything is quiet
I exhale blowing out the smoke
It's the last gohst of my inncoence that floats away
I take another breath in and am filled with a silent minds
My mind is finally quiter
After years of no stop chatter
All is quiet
Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
The voices in my head the fear of losing, the fights to my demons and the monsters inside my head, im trying to escape from my past, but something gets me down time at time, the fears the emotions i can't handle. Nothing gets right, i can't escape iam too weak too slow too much in pain. Why? Why is life so awful? Why isnt there any light in the dark? No end in the tunels of fear and darkness, every time i compleetly break down when the voices shout demons begin to talk and the monsters wake up. I see no way out. Pick up the blades,, do it, you've no way out.
ive the same body the same face and voice but my gohst isn't the same anymore from the inside iam a totaly different person. The monsters inside me picked my body for
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC