I'm stuck
I've been delayed
something is wrong
I can't keep pace
with the games they play
with the choruses song
with the people of this place
I am stuck
and I have been left behind

we are here
we have always been here
but they haven't noticed us yet
its not there time
we are ghosts

we sit quietly in every room
as time passes by
but we were left unnoticed
we are ghosts

It never ends
we watch
we observe
and we try
can't you see
we are ghosts

we speak but our little voices can't reach you
we yell, we scream, we shriek
why can't you hear us
we are ghosts

we seek your attention
we need to be heard
please open your eyes and see
don't leave us alone
we are ghosts

we don't want to be alone
not here
not in the dark
knowing so much
we are ghosts

and we ghosts
are invisible souls
who cannot live
easily forgotten
because we are ghosts

a shadow within the shadows
in front behind in between
eyes they must dart quickly
if the shadow's to be seen

from doorway to darkened doorway
a path less traveled on
if mortal words were used to describe
mere words they would be wrong

is there gain inside the purpose
are thoughts heard in puddles of rain
can shadows reflect a color
unlike the darkened heart of man

if these questions all intrigue you
if there's a scraping two doors down
your soul may know the answer
before your body hits the ground

you may wonder of the nature
of the shadow void of light
strong advice, avoid darkened doorways
that hold shadows in the night

i am getting bored
using the same old words
the same old cords
the same old lines
time after time time time

is it such a crime
to always want to find
in this demented mind of mine
the perfect rhyme of rhymes

i maneuver it
so it all will fit
onto the page i've writ
for the perfect bit
perhaps a major hit

but i still am bored
with the heights i've soared
is someone keeping score
in this poetic realm
white knuckles at the helm

i steer off  course
as my one recourse
to get me through all this
goodbye with a kiss
back to poetic bliss

I want to cry;
But I'll seem too weak.
Because letting feelings show,
Is a sign of defeat.

You mess with my mind,
Time and time again.
I'm tired of playing
A game I can't win.

I lose every time,
But I keep coming back.
For your love makes me forget,
All the good that you lack.

Walk with me.
Take my hand.
I'll lead you to,
An unknown land.
We'll lie on the grass.
And look at the stars.
With you my home,
Isn't very far.

Black was the color,
That stained her heart.
For the kids mistook it.
As a piece of art.
They ripped it in half,
And folded the edges.
A heart so broken,
Can never be mended.