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Ghost Song

Author: doppelganger
ASL Info:    26/f/your brain
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Words: 254
Class/Type: Poetry /Passion
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This is my personal favourite of all I've written in the past five years. I've even turned it into a folk song with my ukulele. It's dedicated to a certain unnamed someone who will likely never stop haunting me.

Ghost Song

Ghost, ghost,
I made in my mind,
You rise unbroken,
Swimming sweetly
Through time.
I cast you to shadows
When your truth
Went away.
But our spirit comes
On my quietest days.
Your bloody maw opens
To devour the chains,
I forged for you, only,
When your truth
Went away.
And here, you've come gliding,
(to stay?)
O, cast out my demons!
Foul ghost-
Go away.

Ghost, ghost
You come with the storms,
(drumming dread and desire,
a breeze that blows warm.)
Out of the soul-pit,
Where I layed you down-
To rise ever higher
And wear the old crown.
I buried you deep.
With those parts of me
That remain raw and reaching-
You whisper and leave,
Having planted a seed
That thrives
Through my efforts
To kill.

Ghost, ghost,
That devoured the fruit,
Contemptuous, removed their skins.
And with your soft lips
You drank the pure kiss
(Of the garden I grew
out of night,
for the day.
Oh, the solace I knew.)
When your truth
Went away.

Submitted on 2015-09-05 07:08:03     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Haunted by the past? Stinks, can't exactly exorcise the ghost if the ghost IS the past. Unless you just forget. I suppose the Ghost goes when the mind learns that if the memory burns then it's body is best left in an urn for the past is but the ashes of a present and can from that blow eyes in the presence of what had been a clear mind.

| Posted on 2015-09-15 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]
  I liked the structure in this, the two verses mirroring eachother

maw/raw and reaching still.

you could tell that it was a song (i read your description later)
you could tell that it was folksy.

made me think of florence and the machine or something good like that.

The human experience can be a painful thing and in that respect this was really beautiful.
| Posted on 2015-09-05 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]

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