Ghost in the attic, please won’t you stay. Your silhouette softens more day by day. Apparition in the attic, Don’t go today; lie with me in good company and help me welcome the day. Phantom in the attic, Hide-and-seek is what you play. You’re feeling less social more and more each and every day. Spirit… Continue reading Flesh Wound
Tag: poems
The start or the finish?
Romanticizing the rush
Lost in Translation
The words I want to say dont seem to stay but, you have. You captured me And it is plain to see by the look on your face; You’re not going anywhere. Take me to a place I can erase all these words I can’t seem to say.
Presence
Pour me out and fill me up with your presence. Breathe me in Let my organs consume your limbs as I lay there, half empty. Or maybe, half full. Whatever. I know one thing, and that is there is equilibrium in this fishbowl. Ooze out of me And detox you from my presence. It's been… Continue reading Presence
HAIKU 3
Overly vicious thoughts about death emerging like a volcano.
Misunderstood InSaNiTy 