i believe in ghosts

Do you believe?

We are galaxies apart even though you are right next me 

and when you're close to me my breath turns to an icy mist 

everything that is you; I dismiss. 

I have never seen you nor would I want to

I never spoken to you nor do I try to 

Shadows dance before me. I live in my own world somewhere in between being lost or free. Unwavering spirits sway like buoys in a parted sea. What does it all mean? 

You try to pull me in with your tractor beam as I scream, but nothing comes out! 

You can't hear me anymore.

I am sorry. I can't hear what you saying? 

Your words are lost on me 

You don't understand 

That 

I just don't understand what you stand for anymore.

We are galaxies apart 

Don't try to find me 

I'm lost or free in the cosmos.

I believe in ghosts.

You can't read my bloody words. 

Cries for helped are ignored, no one tries anymore. 

Cars with sleeping mannequins pass by a pregnant women with a broke down car on the side of the road. 

Your cardboard sign is denied with window tint and blinders screwed to the sides of fixated eyes.

Reality explodes and expands as childish slugs get their demands

Close fists crush open hands.

There is now always a line in the sand.

We are told on which side to stand.

I believe in ghosts. 

I see them everyday. 

In the blind spots of my mind or when my shadow leaves me behind. 

Rip Van Winkle frozen in time. 

Waldo waiting to find. 

Forgotten songs we use to dance to

We use to sway like the sea 

I use to see you

and you use to remember me.... uhh nevermind....why even try...

my shadow isn't even mine and it's sad 

but to the point that it's becoming fine.

I believe in ghosts. 

by the unknown sith

Author's Note

...the alcohol hits my liver as I begin to quiver and shiver, then shake as my mind begins to break into rambunctiousness that can't wait like a dog breaking it's leash and hurdles over the gate as Norm-ality, that doesn't want to be the next casualty, hides from the coming storm, from this angry dark clouds begin to form. Lightning strikes to the hot mic that is my voicebox which spits out things. Words are heard that will undo married women's wedding rings. It's bad, when you're bad and got a gift for gab, and talk like you're the greatest someone has ever had. Till the world goes south and you have a blackout and wake up on your momma coach with an ouch from the bludgeon you took from her husband....

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Enjoyed. Different. Unique.

[Sami Khalil]

"Reality explodes and expands as childish slugs get their demands
Close fists crush open hands.
There is now always a line in the sand."

[Sami Khalil]

"Forgotten songs we use to dance to
We use to sway like the sea
I use to see you
and you use to remember me"