Right now, as I sit down to
write this poem, I am wearing
sweatpants and a sweatshirt,
my hair is pulled up.
And this is not to point and be
like “Oh! I am not like the other girls!”
Because about 50% of the girls
at my high school look... – by Ghosti | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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are truly the cruelest
creatures on the earth-
after all, isn’t love the most
basic human emotion?
we will destroy ourselves and
it will be the most human
thing we could ever do.
- we were damned long before she bit that... – by Ghosti | 19 Views added 2 years ago
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My teacher looks at the wrap on my leg
and asks me if I am okay.
How do I say
that I remove
one of my body’s
protective layers
until the intense
restlessness
and
buzzing
finally ceases?
How do I say
that I... – by Ghosti | 1 View added 2 years ago
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i spit out my own bloody teeth
and turn them into a collar of my own.
is this what you wanted?
i wage war against god himself
and burn down his city and streets of gold.
is this what you wanted?
you asked for a wolf,
you tore at my...
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am the dead gods that haunt your dreams
i am Mnemosyne; i plague your mind.
i hold you captive in the things that have passed,
in a cage of nostalgia and flashbacks,
in 'what if's and regrets. you cannot get rid of me,
as you have made me... – by Ghosti | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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is begging to be forgiven, and
believing you do not deserve it.
it is rearranging your internal organs and
acting as if you are not choking on the inside.
it is a valid pain- a beautiful agony- it is
scars we inflict upon ourselves... – by Ghosti | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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Do you love me enough,
To give me an extra set of skin when
The one I was born with is not thick enough?
Do you love me enough
To see me suffering with a smile on my face,
And pull me out of the fire I put myself in?
Do you love me... – by Ghosti | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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ghosts in my attic can play piano
not very well, but playing is still playing
i used to get annoyed- it was always 3 am
but eventually, i got used to it. i grew tired.
sometimes it is like steps down the keyboard,
sometimes it is a loud,... – by Ghosti | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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i.
Who was the person who hurt me-
Who broke me and tore me apart,
Who wrote an apology letter in my blood,
And mailed it to my hospital room?
No name was signed, I looked,
But it did look like your handwriting.
You came into my room and
... – by Ghosti | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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skeletons in my closet are named.
I have them alphabetically organized,
bones properly cleaned and attached,
names on display. i dissected each one
and assembled them in a line. each day i
pull out one, and wear it like fine jewels
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i remember my mother telling me that my grandfather became an angel.
she did not mention the burning agony involved.
how you can feel you shoulder blades break
as wings protrude from your back.
becoming holy is a horrible process-
the...
– by Ghosti | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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I don’t know what to do with the love
I once had for you.
How do I repurpose this intense adoration?
These old memories?
The frames that once held pictures of us?
I can pull apart the house we built for us,
Use the wood for a fire, for a... – by Ghosti | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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feel like i have to apologize,
because i continue to summon your ghost to write,
i sit and use your existence to mourn a loss,
but i lost nothing- you never took from me.
you were not stolden from me.
our lives laid parallel to each other, ... – by Ghosti | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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“how does it feel to grow up?”
your home is the first grave you will ever have
your childhood bed, a casket, adorned in light pink
stuffed animals watching as you enter a state of holiness
it is the first place you die, yes,
but that is... – by Ghosti | 21 Views added 2 years ago
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my funeral,
my obituary is etched into my body
tales of my life transcribed on my skin
at my funeral,
i am being read Miranda rights by my casket
i have the right to remain silent, but i don’t
at my funeral,
the priest is praying but... – by Ghosti | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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In the city of my mind,
I have this wall.
This tall, large, thick, wall.
I used to be able to ignore it,
Everything I ever needed to do was inside the limits of my wall.
When I was small, I was curious and traveled to the very edge.
... – by Ghosti | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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I hung my ex lovers up on my wall like art,
I keep their bodies as mementos of mistakes I’ve made.
Like Gogh, I give an ear to future lovers,
But the ear isn’t mine. It’s from my portfolio-
My arrangement of masterpieces, an array of red,
Agony... – by Ghosti | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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