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Contact the dead and proclaim its heart. Yes, with Ouija. Good luck.


Submitted:Aug 4, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Rouijance

How could they say that the world is sweet, that the world is

Beautiful and that the world is rotten?

Woe is a mere sorrow and

Happiness is just a nullification

A white dye to the scratches on the walls

Caused by your inexistent

After you died before I dyed them

In graveyard grey

And by tonight;

They said to do it by two where knees can touch

But I want you for myself only, for I have yet to know what

You have for me

I am sitting by the candle

By the board

Of letters, acceptance

Refusal, and farewell

Where the day says yes and the night rejects

I put my lone finger on the planchette

Where none will caress it, none will embrace it

None shall touch it but the darkness beyond

I put my heart out and chanted your name

Chanted your name

I chanted your name,

And eat my heart out with no reply

My finger grazed around the board with no destination

And stopped at the center G just like how it was stated

On the directions and all the guide scrolls

I chanted wrongwayly

Then

The planchette moved in misdirection, and to the letter

H

E

L

L

O

Your name again I called, still the same answer of;

H

E

L

L

O

I'm asking you questions and questions

To confirm that it is indeed you

Not a good idea after all, darling

I keep asking whether or not you love me

But the planchette stopped

I keep asking whether or not you share

The same feeling as I do to you

For never once had I the chance to tell

And dig out all the corpses and pink

Buried in my shallow affection like a living dead

Then you point out to

YES

YES

And back to YES

And spell

A F F E C T I O N C A R E S S Y O U

I feel a wind behind me, a gust of rough dismantled breeze

W A N T T O C A R E S S Y O U

B U T C A N T

C A R E H E A R T Y O U T O O

Don't go, I shout,

Stay longer

NO

H E A R T

B L A C K O U T

G O

NO

NO

We have been walking side by side,

Like a gallant mansion and its gate

Caged by flower growing on top of it,

When even the clouds still wonder how out obscure affection worked

I was about to open my mouth

When you go

GOODBYE

The candle blow out and I am now with the dark angel only

How I wish the darkness would now hug me, or comfort me

Just like the fireplace gleam that you used to ignite

I was about to lift my hand, but turns out

Darkling, you hold it anyway, and drag it to the letters

S T A Y

A

N

D

G O

W I T H

M E

Ouija?

Yes, Good luck.





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