Photos of Ghosts

Photos of Ghosts

A Poem by Java Bum

Photographs of memories

Satiate my mind

A place of our own

A dead but better time

A smile like bliss

And a touch wanting more

A voice that burned

Your body, my hoarde


I take blindly, keeping it all

A willing fool, I am your thrall


I fall with the tide

Lusting for your love

Every beat of my life

Showing what I'm made of

Left with a promise

That I'd always have you

Now I'm left begging

For the youth of our old Truth


In the emptiness

I beckon for more

A way to fill this void

A feeling other than "torn"

Holding on to this dream

Living off of what we knew

The bottle numbs the pain

While I talk with the ghost of You

© 2010 Java Bum

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Added on March 19, 2010
Last Updated on March 19, 2010
Tags: reflection, old love, bitterness, poem


Java Bum
Java Bum

New York, NY

While my writing spreads over a few different genres and categories within them, I like to focus my work here on fiction and nonfiction titles that center on pieces of me as a person. My website will .. more..

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