Lawn Ghost

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


Guns rust in the rain. The lead released my pain. As I greet your silhouette. With a smile of reducing shame. Turn the havoc backwards. So the blind will not see. The ugliness of my greed that haunts your misery. I hear your laughter inside but I'm okay. I walk the halls helpless trying to forget yesterday . Sideways through the wall is a hand made of steel. Destruction has it's way of becoming forever real. Months have age spots In a year of a mammals truth. Borrowing the past to resurrect the now. Flee into the shine. Of a paranormal light. Where you can now live to be forever in my mind. Sting me with the venom . That cures my thirst. Of wanting ever after. If only I went first.

Sunshine broad bands. Glisten in the clouds. They take snapshots of a rubble that frame my lonely life. Stun the anticipation Of crossing the realm. That waits for blissful peace. Just to smile for me. Ignite the darkness To a lawn in new time. Where I can empty the chamber and save you one last time.

Bleed blood of blue . The horror of truth. Why I left the seasons To decompose you through. Tell me there is hope. For a man of haunted time. Where I can hold your ghost forever . Without my gun this time. Please come home . .


Submitted: June 29, 2017

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Syn Michele

This is so beautifully written. It's inspiring. Great job
-Syn

Tue, August 22nd, 2017 8:03am

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Thank you so much syn michele. I'm glad you enjoyed it .

Tue, August 22nd, 2017 9:06am

Damp Kitten

And you're a poet too!!! Beautiful AND a poet....wow.
This being my first reading of your work, your mysterious hand,
I notice you like a paragraph format....how interesting.

Chris, I have to be honest; I'm not sure I understand what's happening here. This is written in 2nd person narrative (my favorite) - you are addressing your reader directly, who assumes the identity of a girl you loved but has died? And this is by gunfire? Suicide? Murder? I'm not sure. Perhaps I shouldn't be. There is remorse. I sense guilt. It's not just loneliness. It's responsibility. And the last line of the first paragraph reminds me of that movie, "Me Before You".

Poetry can be purposefully vague....that's part of its beauty. I like it.

Thu, February 1st, 2018 3:35am

Criss Sole

I just stumbled unto your poetry today and I am really enjoying it. Very powerful.

Tue, June 19th, 2018 6:56pm

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Thank you very much. Feel free to read , comment, or whatever you want. I'll do the same. Thanks for your kind words.

Tue, June 19th, 2018 12:05pm

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