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Hollow Steve Jul 2018
I think I'm letting go.
It drains itself dry and drains itself some more.
I think I've had enough.
What barrier can I create to protect this psyche?
Head like a haunted house.
We're surreal, sublime.
Can't get it out of myself.
And these noises get louder.
We're surreal, sublime
Tell me where the other half lives?
One lives half dead.
The other went missing.
I loved you to death
and the hate lives on.
Gray ghosts haunt these halls.
Specs Jul 2018
A girl is standing on a ledge.
A stale breath of air on the back of her neck
Urges her to step forward.
She turns, but no one is there
But the sky.

A girl is sitting in the bathroom,
All but ripping and shredding her flesh to bits.
A chuckle from the drain
As water and red gurgles,
Gurgles away.

A girl is laying in bed,
The creaks and moaning whines from the house
Echo loudly in her ears.
“What would happen,” it asks, “if you broke through the glass
And leapt out the window?”

A girl is followed,
Footsteps in time with her own,
Chased and haunted by every feeling, sound, and thought.
It seems the spirits have her too,
Because she still continues to smile.
I am my own nightmare
Bee Jul 2018
i see evidence of a life i used to live
everywhere i go

faces of what i think are people i used to
know, but are really just someone i do not
and will never know

remnants of memories scattered around
for me to find, a cruel scavenger hunt i
never wanted to play

the ghost of me lives here in my shadow
always here,
following me around

i think
some days it is the shadow
and i am left straddling the blurred lines
of who i used to be and who i am now
whoever she is

and some days i do not know
which one
i would rather be
i do not know
which one
i would rather be.
Jay Dayz Jul 2018
I cant write a poem today
because the endless words will fog the purpose
I'm sorry for all I've done
My mistake for being dumb
Were all flawed, were all hauted
But its me who couldn't see
I thought those thoughts were true
but it turns out they just had
selfish wished
all I blamed was for myself
for I am the most flawed
this doesn't rime
this doesn't flow
but neither do my thoughts
surrounded by all my lies
Aaron LaLux Jun 2018
Gorgeous Ghost

Hauntingly beautiful,
a most lively ghost,
a unification of The Dualities,
is what best describes you,

time to make a choice,
fame or the family life,
put it all into my artistic endeavors,
or put it all into making a boy and raising him right,

what does it take to make a life,
what does it take to take one away,
better get out there and live your life,
because we both know tomorrow isn’t promised today,

hey,
hello,
is anyone out there,
anyone at all,

I’m feeling possessed,
like a house that’s haunted,
and that haunter is you in this moment,
but only when you’re being brutally honest,

I know I’ve got talent,
and yeah I know that I waste it,
reality bites I bit the apple,
bit my tongue drew blood and can taste it,

Martyr me now,
or forever hold your peace,
US Embassy moved to Jerusalem today,
I’m still shouting “Peace in the Middle East”,

May 13th 2018,

see they say the Devil’s in the details,
I say Satan knows me well,
but I’m here in God’s honor so what does it all mean,
I don’t know but when I do I’ll send you the email,

or send it to you in a way that’s ethereal,
like a seance when a Medium’s in a trance,
kinda like Poltergeist or better yet Ghost,
because it’s less of a horror film and more of a romance,

hauntingly beautiful,
a most lively ghost,
a unification of The Dualities,
is what best describes you…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
Harri Jun 2018
I am jealous of your life before.
Of all the fingers that have touched you,
And the ears that have heard you say
“I love you.”
I am jealous
Of all the parts of you I will never know,
Of all the years that I didn’t play a part in,
Of all the smiles that I didn’t cause.
I know I have no right to be,
I cannot claim every piece of you,
I cannot deny you a history,
I cannot be your everything.
But god knows, I want to be.
Because what if those ghosts of fingers
Still touch you?
What if you still hear the echoes
Of “I love you”s that tripped from tongues
Other than mine?
What if all those smiles,
Half remembered,
Make you long for lips you used to kiss?
What if,
What if,
What if.
I don’t know how to not be afraid
Of losing you.
I am scared that one day you will wake up,
And look at me,
And realise I am so hollow
And I have so little to give.
I am scared that you will realise
You are worth so much more
Than me.
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
A lot of my favorite memories were made with you
In this old cozy cabin, most of them took place
Before I saw your other side, before I knew
Darkness hiding behind that handsome face.

The first day I walked through the door
Back when you were barely more than my friend
Tense attraction between us we couldn't ignore
We caved in though we were scared of how it might end.

The night we slept together for the first time in your bed
Felt like the thousandth time
We didn't have ***, just basked in the glow from words unsaid
That was the start of a steep and dangerous climb.

All the parties hosted together
We would laugh with our friends and drink
We didn't care if it was Monday or if there was bad weather
Would push it to the very brink.

Owning a puppy, losing him to death
I don't remember ever being held so near
In that car I cried so hard greif captured my breath
You didn't let go until the fall of every last tear.

I met your parents, I was nervous
Knew I would never be the girl of their dreams
Certain their opinions could not stir us
Still relieved to see approving gleams.

Out back, I'd let the dogs run around
Cannot imagine a place I'd call home more than here
I resist the urge to collapse to the ground
Give up, succumb to my deepest pressing fear.

To me this house will always haunted, yet perfect
Do you come here and think about me?
It is worn furniture and bloodstained ceilings that make me recollect
The bittersweet shadows of your ghostly memory.
Home is where the heart is
All Your love
Is like a rainbow
Like a star births first light
With in me

And the sold
Golden pharohs will bow
As the colors and shadows
Run free

And the way
Is shut
By these old hands

Your Diamond Eyes
Cry
Drowning me

And your fires
In my life
Like lost memories
In the ground

So sing for all the yesterdays
And burn my body down

And I Hear
you chasing lost kings
And I smell your long hair
In the Breeze

And your life
Is on fire With the ages
Now you can finally
Be free

And the way
Is shut
By these old hands

Your Diamond eyes
Cry
Drowning me

And I gave
all my time
to the pennyman
And he said

Its hard to live your life now
Without being a little dead

You know,
Its hard to live your life now
Without being a little dead
draft 1.2 this is a song I am writing for my music project called "Regulus". Regulus is the star I stare at every night and write, it feels like home.
You haunt me,
A poltergeist lingering
In my hollow body,
Creating and rearranging
Countless mementos
Adorning the crumbling walls
That hold me together
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