Blood in the Veins

#X.

*I work in a historical house that is haunted. I love ghost stories.*

I am so delicate,
doesn't take much to crush me.
Down, look down in the basement
where the dampness and dark
parachute out, creating
a smoldering of moist dirt
that threatens to sink,
my body heavy, my soul disappeared
my eternity caught in a nightmare.

I float up towards
the attic, where sunny delight
streams through the tattered
worn curtains. A slight breeze
transpires. Spiders
and their webs dance.
I leave fingerprints, all that I touch.
The dust refined, yet sturdy
enough to rest for centuries.

I travel towards the kitchen.
The table filled with crying
children, and no leftovers.
They're just ghosts, spirits
trapped in a life that died
horribly, and alone, so alone.
Is it good or bad to endure,
blood in the veins.

I creep towards a purple bedroom,
connected to a yellow bathroom,
and a deep black closet, where all
the horrow lives, my final home.
Dresses that crumble when fingered
remain intact, a reminder of a
childhood not finished, yet complete.
Half lived, half perfect, in my mandatory retreat.

The dirt compacted, the stone
etched with misery, tears of mother
falls on the grave. How can it be?
two places at once. Down below
where my family can't see. Up above
where I share and see their woe.
Dead only by compare. Fold your
hands, and say a little prayer. #X.

chadwick

this is good.
i wanna go here.
not as a ghost, but as i am right now.
i wanna, i wanna.

#X.

chadwick wrote:

this is good.
i wanna go here.
not as a ghost, but as i am right now.
i wanna, i wanna.

But
Why
Mr. Chadwick,
It has nothing to do with
Sex or Seduction?

chadwick

Oddly enough #X I have had seductive sex with a ghost or 3.

Imagine..if you will, a low fog drifting thru, clinging to bare broken down trees.
In the distance an appaition is riding in, riding in just for you and only you.
She, the pale-white-gray transparent Succubus seeks you, the dreamer.
As you and your pillow softly melt inside your unsecure bedding she slips in.
She is demonic possessing the night, then you.
Having her sexual fullment filled, you are disgarded into a tomb where you'll rot probably with many others.

the end.

#X.

chadwick wrote:

Oddly enough #X I have had seductive sex with a ghost or 3.

Imagine..if you will, a low fog drifting thru, clinging to bare broken down trees.
In the distance an appaition is riding in, riding in just for you and only you.
She, the pale-white-gray transparent Succubus seeks you, the dreamer.
As you and your pillow softly melt inside your unsecure bedding she slips in.
She is demonic possessing the night, then you.
Having her sexual fullment filled, you are disgarded into a tomb where you'll rot probably with many others.

the end.

She's a Bad, Bad, Girl.
Yes, very very seductive,
but yet very, very sad.
To be disregarded, hurts.
By the way are you a Scorpio? #X.

I wll have to dig in my treasure drove, i don't know if I have any poems that entice or corrupt.

chadwick

#X. wrote:

She's a Bad, Bad, Girl.
Yes, very very seductive,
but yet very, very sad.
To be disregarded, hurts.
By the way are you a Scorpio? #X.

I wll have to dig in my treasure drove, i don't know if I have any poems that entice or corrupt.

gemini.
but yeah, your poem here is a good one.
i like it for many reasons.

#X.

chadwick wrote:

gemini.
but yeah, your poem here is a good one.
i like it for many reasons.

Thank you.
I like your poems too, they make me blush.
Gemini, makes sense, the sign of intellect. #X.

chadwick

#X. wrote:

Thank you.
I like your poems too, they make me blush.
Gemini, makes sense, the sign of intellect. #X.

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