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POEM STARTER
Submitted by Maranda Quinn
While chasing your ghost, I became one myself.
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Beyond recognition
Friends petition for his return to form
But they can’t see that the man they once knew is no more
He phased away
Yet his physical remained the same
You can call him out but he won’t answer to his name
Initially
He gradually wilted and lost his luster
Was once radiant with life
Now his branches lack their color
It was obviously
Ominous
That he was merging to the other side
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Enquanto eu procurava pelo seu fantasma, eu mesma me tornei um
Passei anos vagando pela minha cidade, pela sua, por outras que vocĂŞ nunca foi
Gastei tempo tentando rezar e negar a existĂŞncia do deus que te regia
Chorei pelo que restou de vocĂŞ e chorei quando senti que nĂŁo restava nada
E assim a versĂŁo de quem eu era antes de vocĂŞ foi morrendo, e morrendo
Eu senti o luto da sua morte por anos que ...
He's just a phantom in the air
No one even knows he's there
What a lovely gift for me
A ghost that only I can see
All he gives is endless pain
An endless storm with endless rain
He's choked me, broke me, crossed the line
He's hurt me for the final time
I finally snap and take my stand
He saw my fury and he ran
I vow that he will be no more
I'll track him down for evermore
He flees, I chase, I h...
You said that you loved me
and of that I was sure
You kissed my cheek
on your way out the door
I let you in
My locked off heart
Little did I know
you were just playing a part
You held me tight
and we danced all night
under the stars
and the moonlight
You made me happy
And you gave me hope
You let me become
Wild and free
You told me if I listened
I would get a reward
You told me if I listened
...
_You got attachment issues,_ They tell me.
_Gotta learn to let go,_ They say.
I got the issues, but who gave them to me?
It was contagious, and I became sick.
How do I let go, when I hold on so tight?
My knuckles are bruised and pale.
I didn’t even notice you were gone til you left
Didn’t see you abandon me til you did
I was a fool, am a fool
I tried to chase you and hold onto what was left
...
Going
Going
Gone.
The day that gavel struck my life, I knew what was coming.
Life seeping from your skin,
Age hollowing your bones.
But a smile that never faltered.
_Going once…_
I found you on the step—
Grinning so broadly it must’ve hurt.
_I know it did_.
Before I could ask you how long you’d been lying there,
you turned from me,
into the harsh winter air.
_Going twice…_
You told me not to ...