"hauntings" poems
I am tired of my rants
like a millions hammers
pounding away in my brain
constant chatter drowns sanity
expectations love and affection
comfort insecurities and misadventures
regrets lost and found
a million lives not lived
what could be and what is
hauntings and remembrances
shadows looming large on today
today that is not perfect
perfection that is just in mind
mind on verge of lunacy
constant screams drowned
in the agonizing void
void that is my life
I am tired, very tired
tears they have a mind of their own
roll down when you least expect
open your soul to strangers
strangers that glare
stay in dark away from glare
tucked in blanket of oblivion
lost and lonely yet sane
lost and lonely yet sane
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
Hello, Hello
You avenger of the dark
I see you sulking, waiting
Are you hunting or do you fear the light,
Vampire?
Vampire, Vampire
This place is your temple
Your victim the lamb
Are those fangs for blood or romantic
Desire?
Desire, Desire
Hearts pumping life
Lovers hunting lovers hauntings
Do you fear the cross or the sun's
Fire?
Fire, Fire
Set to burn
Sent to blaze
Shall I burn your world or show you the
Empire?
Empire, Empire
Watch it grow
'Till it crashes and falls
Will you save yourself, or feed on the ******
Vampire?
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 6:30 PM UTC
Shatter music as relief
when the rest will burn away
until only bits remain
and I beg for it to be day
Nighttime as my prison
when my hauntings ride the dark
and even in the morning
on my eyelids leave their mark
When sleep unfolds my mind
my dreams leave scars upon my feet
where my demons creep inside
and my fears and sorrows meet
I'm encrypted in this pain
and I feel as though I'll never escape
so I submit to endless agony
of death and torture, sin and ****
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Lightning striking through a nervous system,
Blood pumping facetious fire.
Whispers through my home, hauntings of trauma and dreams of the crucifix stand.
The flaming star of the avatar.
The predator and the prey, predetermined and praying.
Just another eternity until the monsoon departs, the season ended. From there the calm waves will carry me to shore.
The dark, restful, kiln, I am your dough, as I am your clay, a grateful panettone.
Mold me, endow me the drug, the decree, the great recipe of relinquishment.
I rejected asylum, I denounced Gehenna,
Cold blooded sunbathing in the radiant rays of the great bird's wings.
The boiling embrace of his soft feathered fire.
The brutal, unrelenting, chaotic, climactic, pull into the hot murky depths.
Scald me, lash me, revive me in death.
For I can wait no longer.
Living in fear of the Reaper is worse than The Harvest itself.
So come unto me my lord, my peace,
And engulf me in the ******** rest.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
ARIES: stay away from cats claws and hours past midnight. good day for purple lips and kissing your mothers cheek
TAURUS: your leg hair will grow and it will feel like beauty. you are lost and will not be found and this will feel like being a child again
GEMINI: clocks will move backwards for you today. when his hand catches in your hair, go home with your shoes clutched to your chest.
CANCER: spiders beckon new hope and your feet will crush the crocuses in your front yard. don’t be late.
LEO: today is a day to listen. listen to silence, listen to noise, listen to sobs, listen to laughter, listen to your heartbeat. hush
VIRGO: itchy scars are a sign of past romance bubbling to the surface. avoid broken windows and crying
LIBRA: you will love your freckles in the mirror and when he says he does not, leave him. good day for hauntings
SCORPIO: you will feel it. bad day for fresh-cut flowers
SAGITTARIUS: two chimes means a secret is about to be revealed. watch for smudged mascara and track marks
CAPRICORN: destruction comes with a price. squeeze her hand extra tight when you leave; she’ll be back eventually.
AQUARIUS: you can not be silenced today; this is not always good. bad day for second hand books
PISCES: read your mail and stay out of the rain. avoid gray eyes and sleeping late
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Now, a willow, I drowse above the pond where their bodies float—skin gilded with algae, lips parting the surface, chests arching to the sun. Her sighs ripple outward—her lover drinks them in.
They are wet-silk hair, glistening sweat. Tracing each other’s folds, a slow, open arc startling minnows. Their toes stir the mud where my roots explore.
The blue jay died mid-migration. I barely recall her. Here, they are the only sonnet: lips on sun-warmed skin, their kiss that bends reeds. Below, their legs tangle like my branches—fluid, unpruned.
A heron spears the pond. Startled, they sink. For a breath—water holds them. When they rise, the town whispers of hauntings.
They are not ghosts—just peaches overripe in August.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
I knew Her as an angel
She is remembered as a ghost
Haunting every memory
with love that now is lost
Her ways were
near to perfect
until the shadows
touched Her soul
The bitter winds
they overtook Her
far more fierce
than She could hold
Now the hauntings
of Our memories
and the tragedy
that did befall
is all that's left
me to remember
of the angel whose
name I once did call
Beauty then to darkness
as the shadows
haunting pause
Reveal a ghost before me
where an angel
there once was
Remembering an angel
when surely She is lost
I turn and focus onward
Righteous vengeance
then my cause.
-R.
(12.16)
-LA
-4MAR
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Welcome inside!
My own purgatory.
My twisted mind.
My melted story.
Down every hallway,
open a different door.
Tempted by temptation,
fearing nature's *****
Mirrors on the ceiling,
reflecting a dark stare.
Blood drips from the corners,
makes you want to dare.
Tiptoe to the staircase,
spirals out of pitch.
Death grip on the banister,
devil makes me trip.
Sinister and evil,
shadows follow me.
No more mental hauntings,
wake me from this dream.
Trapped by my surroundings,
biting every bit,
Seeing everything red,
by every blowing hit.
No perfect little world,
or perfect little bell.
Won't you trade me places?
Within my own living hell
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
There is a man I see from time to time
His eyes look like they have seen my sorrows
His smile looks as if it is mocking my happiness
His scar on his eyebrow brings back some foreign memory
His ungroomed ****** hair reminds me of when I lost even the will to shave
His arrogance is relatable in almost everyway
His confidence gives me jealousy
His smirk angers me
Angers me to the point where I am enraged
In this enraged stupor I react irrationally
My fist within seconds is going to connect to his skin
His skin which looks so familiar but so unknown
Realization
Blood trickles from my hand as I pull the broken pieces of glass from it
The mirror is cracked and shattered
The insanity is much clearer now
His sorrows, happiness, scars, ****** hair, arrogance, confidence, and smirk yes they are quite relatable
The hauntings of this man that I see from time to time I hope do change for the man I see
My heart goes out to him
For he is me
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
you type:
call me
and it almost always sounds like
you're choking
on the hauntings of the day.
my heart is racing,
heavy breathing
as i punch in your
number and i
still get startled when
it starts to ring.
but once you utter: hello,
everything falls apart
and time slows
and the world stops turning
for that split second.
for that one moment,
your shaky hello
tells me so much more
than you have ever said to me
when others are with us.
you become my everything.
but then when the call ends,
and you whisper a goodbye,
the thoughts start to fill me up again
and i start to miss you almost immediately.
in that one hour,
you have made me forget
all that was sad and wrong in my life.
when you go to sleep,
i just want to die.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
in the blue mystic moon, i ached by the hauntings of you. gazing at the night sky, i embraced the silence of the night and curl into its weary gloom. the shadow of yesterday veils my weary eyes. something drowsy begins to seep from the corners of my muddled mind. i still hear your voice at night, sometimes i wish you did not quit. even the moon misses your sight, i wish i knew why we never said our farewell.
bringing that memories again, i lie here with my eyes closed softly as i think deeply of you while inhaling the scent of the twinkling light. i want to write this feeling as it must be like writing words on the tiny paper so delicate and precious wishing them not to disappear like the bubbles in the air. recalling that lovely moonlit night, we were together on that precious sight. you filled my sky with the stars as you brought out the best in me. you bloomed in me in my darkest night like a moonlight that shines in my soul that no one can see. i am the night sky and you are the light that pack into my soul. it was pretty near perfection as we share the light of the moon. the way the moon dances me from a crescent beam in the sky to a luminescent pearl this is how we share our love.
just like the moon and the sun, we were not meant to collide. our love burned so brightly and passionately that it attracted other celestial objects, resembling the planets to join and admire our ethereal affection. as we revolved in our universe, i chased you like the moon every single day to beg for your sunlight and light up my world. we're just like the moon and the sun, always catching the glimpses of one another, waiting to dash against together. i have been a moon for too long now, dimmed and cold, starving for your warmth. through the endless chilly night, i stayed in our orbit and waited for you. i have faith that the universe destined us to be together. that one day, i will have my full radiance again and you will return. but if the times comes that darkness filled my way, meet me in our rendezvous and see me waiting for you.
can you light up my way home one more time? if not, be my home instead.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
The universe doesn't care
what you are doing to yourself
It doesn't want to **** you
because your time isn't over yet
It has no emotions
so if you keep cursing it
for never ending your life
its fine.
Universe won't feel a thing
because it has nothing
no emotions/no feelings
So,
henceforth
we should all up a decision
that
since the Universe doesn't care
we shouldn't care
but we still do!
*We have emotions
we have feelings
we want to help each other*
or do we?
hence, i decided to do this to myself.
*torture, with hauntings of your face
or just
plain torture*
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Walked down to the river at midnight -
Used to be terrified sneaking through that
Lampless village in the dark,
Could hear villains from a horror story calling,
Over the precipice of each passing garden wall.
But now I'm impervious,
Desensitised by hourly hauntings,
Which whisper that my adult brain itself
Is the spectre and the jangly skeleton,
That once lurked round those corners
And chilled my childish bones.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Obsession, you’re my ***** word
my secret, wanton lust
for I can think of no-one else
to have you, oh! I must.
But when satiated
shaken to my core
obsession ups and leaves me
I don’t want you anymore.
So, call me fickle, darlin’
just as you always do
I’m not fickle, just bedevilled
occasionally by you.
Though, you ain’t my only hang up
don’t go thinking that you are
I’ve a lifetime of obsessions
and you’re not the best, by far.
Not all are made of flesh and bone
some have no soul at all
but I host their hauntings just the same
always at their beck and call.
I’m helpless to their honeyed charms
so easily am I led
take me by the hand, my love,
keep my obsession fed.
Come, wrap me in your many limbs
pour your magic in my ear
captivate, infatuate
for as long as I am here.
Then I twist my form unshackled
alight and fade away
and you must wait, unknowing,
for only time can say.
If I shall visit you again
one small fancy of my flights
but keep my name upon your lips
‘til my next obsession strikes.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
a sorry fist forward
and mortally i follow
coldly into the first dark flint of day
not my natural habitat
so quiet.. or near so
a vacancy for occasional clean
isolated noises
i pause and pass a scan about
the hailing lack of conscious population
all packed away
hauntings themselves in beds
- like some form of post apocalyptic storage -
they add a vague lended charge
nature is on a limited budget this early
no birds yet and no solar minting
a massive racoon with only three legs crosses my intended path
in its mouth a gory wreckage
i steep to make balance
but my pores won't take it
i am sickened by the ballast
of my breakfast
i hollow onward into these new conditions
still deriding what to be
a tourist and an informer dud
i have switched to the dayshift
from off the spire
of my regular hour
the evening routine
breathing is surprisingly ***** at this time
a failing of settled pollution :
the public buildings and restaurants
are muggy in their overnight stale degassing
awaiting air currents and dispersal
the first gulls of the morning
emit a defeating siren
spearing through detritus
they dispel the bells of purity
somehow i've made my port of call
a struggling invertebrate
in this state i dispose my spirit
at the salted threshold
security staff and sanitation process
between the sets of automatic doors
a workplace made alien
and adverse to me
purely by
the indecent hour
of day
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 9:53 AM UTC
We made sapphire-love.
It was tanzanite-rare,
and emerald-lucky.
I took a ruby-risk
and left us
with onyx.
And amethyst-hauntings--
-LP
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
The one and only, my life's shadow;
Braided through the strings of rights.
You keep on seeing me like your doll,
So you could copy all my highlights.
Your hauntings lurk me every night,
Reflecting every thing I do,
But when the sun sheds its light;
Nothing you did stays true.
And when the moonlight's choosing me,
In the darkness when I barely can see;
You grow darker and stronger,
Consuming me and my every color.
Regardless how far I go;
You cling to me slow,
Claiming each part of who I am,
Without a hint of shame.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
American... I sometimes regret having to call myself that... it can be a confusing notion
Our leaders are brought to power built on lies, hidden treason, and times of war
Yet those that somehow break the mold, brought in as one of pure heart
End up being the face of evil of their time
The majority that struggle for cash are faceless
The few that have more then what is needed are praised
What had flown ever so red to keep us alive is replaced by green
Would spill down the mountains fast then the spills of red
Our toys broken sheds more tears then the loss of innocence which goes swept under the rug
The young at ten once knew they where ten, now they think their twenty
Taking pride in crimes they mimic from family
At first one might think it was a need for attention that caused these lies
The police just shake their heads in disappointment that revealed the truth
I fear the future when the masses tried to draw me into the darkness
When they grabbed on I grew in anger and broke their arms
In the abyss I hear them cry at the result, but it did not matter
It was my time
I turned to the spirits and walked away
Made my own times which its fruits tasted ever so sweet it was surprising to the market
That all of this and more was done by sixteen
Now immortalized in the Hauntings from the Snake River Plain
I look back to the abyss, shining my lights
To search for those born in its mess just like me and show them the way out
So they can enjoy a similar reality to my own
I started as a being with fear and anger, now I live waiting to see everything else the next day brings
In my own America I am finally proud to say that I belong
Leading my own life, making my own reality, with thousands gathering behind me
Perhaps enough will gather in time to take me to a new world
All because I fought as an American that saw the need for true change
And cut the strings tied on by the rules of society placed at birth.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
She is the Queen of the coffee shop
Watching over her kingdom in triumph
Yet, behold, the empty dais
The star on her crown glimmers little
In the vacuous suffocation of silence
Clink and clang from the servant's quarters
Is the only sound besides the jesting
Of new wave hauntings and jazz renditions
A once vibrant kingdom depressed in
Melancholy achings
Yet the smile on her black lips,
Frozen from a time of prosperity
The coffee shop poet is beguiled
And joins the queen in her silent musing
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
This is where you lift me up
Just so I have farther to fall
The harder I hit the ground, the further into the mud and grime I will sink
And that is where I will stay, if you have any say about it
You don't, though, do you?
I am the one who dictates my own thoughts. The hauntings and memories of a past life whisper to me sweet nothings that will keep me in this ground, under here where I am safe and sound from the challenge of the world
But I will leave nothing behind me in life because that is exactly what the memory of you is to me.
Nothing.
You will never win. You never did.
You didn't trap me like you promised that night so long ago, you couldn't make me stay to accompany your orchestra of pitifully arranged mind tricks you thought would hold me.
I am something more than you and your lies will never be, I am whole.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
at last, I’m dead, now a light ghost in the dark
an energetic, leaping ghost
and I’ve got abundant hair
and it’s always shiny and radiant
over here
one never worries about
eggs and shampoo, and making such concoctions
And it feels always light
airy, floating at will, gliding with ease
And one lifts off into the air
and one flies (I don’t need to worry
about ground control,
and foul weather is fine with me)
And I never worry about clothes
it’s always the same, and they stay fresh and smooth
all night long, all hauntings along
- Woooo! Woooo! Hooooo! Heeeeettrrrr! -
And nails - wow! Do they grow!
and they take care of themselves
and you don’t need those pesky, nosy manicurists!
But the best – oh – the best – is the jump up into the air
and to descend, to pounce so effortlessly
on unsuspecting males
right in the darkest of nights
to pounce on them, as it seems, from nowhere
from up, up, up ever so light from high in the air
and with my ghostly touch
to feel them shrink in their pants
- Ha, ha, hooooo! Heeeeettrrrr! -
and to bite off their you-know-what –
a fruitful and eventful end to the night…
they taste like cucumbers,
with water, minerals and fibre and all…
- OOOOObbooo…TooTooo! Heeeeettrrrr! -
- ah, the joys of being a female ghost –
it is light revenge on those men of dark hearts
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 8:14 AM UTC
Alas, if I had anyone else to blame besides myself it would be you
And how ironic,
How "you" is a universal or selective statement
The usage applies to one specific person or many
However
Out of all the "yous"
You have had the most impact
You have hit and run and left the most amount of damage
Years since and I am still owing debt to your wicked brainwash wash my mouth
Out with soap because I am not to speak until I am spoken to
You have resided in a cave a terrible dragon in darkness releasing fire memories
Memories
Are
Powerful
Things
In a present moment your actions so long ago bring me backwards
And I trip over my own feet in embarrassment
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But your words have formed a disease in my mirror
I was raised under the impression no one would really love me
I would not be good enough for anyone
You broke my confidence and my screams
So no one could ever hear me in the middle of the night
A fanged silhouette hovering against every background
All the ******* times you dug your fingernails into my skin and slapped me in the face and called me
Disgusting
I hate the things I have accepted
I hate how I let myself be a victim
I am ashamed I have ever let anyone have power over me
It turns me on but scares the **** out of me
A shadow over my interactions
You have secluded my sense of self to rot
In a cancer that you have created
And yet I crave the realness of pain
There is a dark side to every moon
And I know depth and I understand the art of deception
The pureness of sensitivity
My hair stands up on the back of my neck
Always sensing hauntings
Invisible as a ghost.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 1:40 AM UTC
The once turgid expectations
Become saturated with haste,
As seconds, repeatedly, seem
To fall to waste.
The now blossoming promises
Of isolated “opportunities”
Allow tumultuous time to defeat
The hauntings of our insecurities.
The separation - from routine
Will embellish jaded skills:
Unleashing creativity
Finally driven by natural thrills!
The future for once
Excites, No pain...
As slowly I learn
To know myself again.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
Is what we perceive truly subject to the constraints of our linguistic and conceptual phenomena?
Our ******* assertions are provocative, as they proudly stand and penetrate the depths of prevalent and superficial exaltations.
We perch upon the thin branch of various tenses in the plight of our eclectic articulations, whilst the irregularity of the shape does not hold significance.
Our cognitive representations of reproductive and anatomical semantics are like gothic architecture, where flamboyant and erogenous zones of liberation succumb to transcendental towers of majestic hauntings.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC