The Haunting

The Haunting

A Poem by revolution9


I have never believed in ghosts

But I know that a few haunt me

Haunt me in my fantasies and my realities

They remind me of good times

They remind me that I have grown, loved, and lost

Phantoms consume my imagination


The pages and the ideas pile up


As my pen moves across the page, it shakes

The ultimate weapon is the mind, my mind

My mind is my savior

My heart that is too big for my body is my peace

It screams, flutters, bleeds, shines, feels

Full of compassion


Full of a scarlet, fiery fervor


My beautiful, curvy body exudes strength

The curves of my body, of my mind are destined

To uplift the world, to make an impact on the world

To influence

To succeed

To remain a full body, a full mind


Absorbing knowledge wherever I go


A beautiful mind, filled with memories

Memories of times that will never be forgotten

Haunting memories of joy and agony

The ghosts remain

I don’t mind them, but they haunt me

Sometimes I like the company within my solitude


But I have never believed in ghosts

© 2008 revolution9

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Beautiful write
nicely penned

Posted 5 Months Ago

Great presentation. You wrote in a way that people can relate in some way or another.

Posted 1 Year Ago

really good piece. I enjoyed reading it.

Posted 2 Years Ago

This is a wonderful piece!

Posted 2 Years Ago

I thought this was great. I would love to put it on my web site with your permission. Let me know. The address is
Thanks. Alex

Posted 3 Years Ago

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This is just another praise worthy piece of excellence !.. the theme is amazing the way you expressed own spirit of thoughts in the name ghost simply made me smile and feel satisfied that my eyes read something beautiful..ghost that u named really make us live in our past, present and makes us feel who we are ,what we love .. gorgeous work ! :)

Posted 3 Years Ago

excellent to the point of eerie, love that closing line, I wonder why they call them ghosts , I should look that word origin up, but anyway I feel the same way if I believed in ghosts truly then they would be more real for me, might even materialize and then that would just scare the hell out of me. loved this

Posted 4 Years Ago

This is absolutely beautiful. Stunning work, and not one I will soon forget about.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Your art is so beautiful! ♡

Posted 5 Years Ago

Strong, exceedingly powerful write. Your art is beauty.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on December 9, 2008



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