Ghostly Fantasy

Ghostly Fantasy

Ghostly Fantasy

 

 

oh, to be a ghost

 

It’s really not bad

 

 

It’s like watching television

 

you can see but can’t touch

 

 

yes, I can still do the

 

charleston with my lady flappers

 

 

all aboard the train to

 

kalamazoo

 

 

can still pop a dime 

 

and jig to the record machine

 

 

fly the first plane

 

fly, fly away

 

 

pick the flowers

 

become one with the earth

 

 

sag my pants and

 

ride my skateboard

 

 

I can collect air jordans and waistcoats

 

and records and itunes

 

 

If only in my imagination

 

If only in empty dreams

 

 

throughout the centuries,

 

I chill all alone

 

 

because all my friends

 

became ghosts too. 

 

 

Ugly in a Beautiful World (Poem)

Ugly in a Beautiful World (Poem)

Ugly in a Beautiful World

 

Suppressed

Mouse in a box

Can’t breath

the air is getting

 thinner

Voices

so many of them

laughing in taunts 

Grey faces

endless tunnels

beneath the damp earth

Somebody hear me scream!

won’t anybody see me?

won’t anybody help me?

the box is getting smaller

my throat is asphyxiating 

my veins are popping

my belief is drowning

and i

have no price

worth their notice.

Prejudice for People (Poem)

Prejudice for People (Poem)

Prejudice for

People

 

See them in the street

Littering with their feet

 

 

Avoid gaze if possible

Humanity is tossable

 

 

Strangers stare undaunted

An audience of the unwanted

 

 

I know I should be kinder

My imagination gets no blinder

 

 

I wish to live as a hard-shelled crab

But still I feel their bodiless jab

 

 

Away from consciousness 

l wish, I wish, I wish

 

 

Now even the skies

Have ever-watching eyes

 

A City Girl Runaway

A City Girl Runaway

Hey mina! How are you guys? I went to my Grandma’s house in the country for the 4th of July, and it was so refreshing to get away from the city. This poem is based off the adventures I had in that short amount of time and the unwillingness to come back home haha.

♠♢♣♤♥♧♦

 

A City Girl Runaway

 

to be sandwiched in between country fields 

 

where no souls live to throw spite

 

a simple walk to get ice cream is a fond memory

 

and talking comes easily into the open sky

 

 

a place is meaningless without memories or stories

 

here are the stories, these charred black country houses

 

these dirt roads and rusting kiddy parks

 

the people here never run dry of tales to chat about

 

 

I wish my heart into a paper lantern 

 

to stay another night and laugh with no worries

 

for the city weighs me down with reality and work

 

friends seem to glow and blow away..

 

 

but even here in the country, all this isn’t real

 

as easy to escape as a handful of grass

 

the memories I know are aging and shrinking

 

so if I am to leave what I know behind

 

 

who knows what I will come back to?