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Ghosts

                                            1.

Revenant memories slip out of their prisons, unwanted
To seep into minds eye when pensive hearts grow heavy
Revealing hazy yesterdays better left forgotten
Buried things that should long lie,
Under starless dead end sky…

In stillness so, you still come to come to me,
Your face but a faded sketch now
Cubist imprint, pieces, glimpses.
The thought of you comes and goes in seasons
A heart eclipse from your soul scar,
Orbiting in distant erratic ellipse.

Time jumbled clips play and play, colors eroding, emotions thinning

Of 

Our curious crossing on concrete jungle streets
Flowing heavy with spilled blood and fury
In the humid summer heat of late July.
Fateful invitation to my crumbling hole
on Desolation Street –where we laughed
and scorned  the world, walked
for hospital snacks at midnight shift-
a ghoul and ghost haunting misty avenues.

Of

Black light revelries
Holding your small frame close
Your eyes alight with purple flame
Staring deep into those wells
Lost, lost within

Of

The last time we kissed
The last good goodbye on a buried trolley train
Small teeth, pursed lips, red quilted black dress
Black lined hazel eyes, narrow and fierce,
Full of pity and guile, and something…else;

There you stand in the doorway, still,
D i s a p p e a r  i  n  g
Down the track into memories abyss.

And so I’ll sing this song to you,
A signal down the deeps of time
A signal sent long to wander
No reply expected,
But one so wished for,
One so long desired……

                                        2.

Ghost child, how did you wander to my heart’s lost door,
That had so long stood shuttered and closed before?
Cruel figure, you crashed into my soul’s threshold
Invited down into the my sunless catacombs,
Deep in secret places I had never dared to know.

Dear darkling angel, from where hence you came to me?
Brutally beautiful siren, nameless, timeless-
What sea of pulsing ebon shadow bore you so
Upon my broken storm wrecked shadow laden shore?
Propelled by a timeless tide of bleak destiny
I could not escape your undertow of tragedy.

We danced in purple lighted spider cavern hall,
Embraced in an electric sensual caress,
Entangled in each others intense radiance-
For one moment secret hard hearts cracked wide open,
First and final truths were spoken, never said again,
Witnessed only by furtive vermin audience.

And so I asked you what darkness followed upon your trail;
Seething, craving, hidden, waiting, to entrap
With red satin jaws of tenebrous sharp despair?
You breathed soft sweet deceits, deflecting inquiry,
This poisoned perfumed air I welcomed gladly,
To suffocate my dangerous curiosity.

Did the Devil devour you from within?
Is that why your pinprick veins were so paper thin?
Why did you chase your death with such eager fervor?
I lusted to be your soul anointed savior,
I hammered myself on a razor blade cross,
All for you, my Queen of Blasphemous Negation.

Little did I know, far too late I came to see,
The chilling truths behind your mirrormask.
Your game was played, the trap was sprung, my hope undone;
Oh,Weaver Queen with slender silk lines spun strong
You wrapped your blanket lies around my dormant form,
And yet I smiled within cocooned…

Turmoiled and tempted, my mournful succubus,
My doom lay beckoning in your dark horizons.
I saw the end before the end I knew would come
Soft reflections in your hungry yellow eyes
Armageddon in your sultry smile disguise,
That never hid the truths that I tried deny:

The tracks,
    black bag,
                    the skeins of purple pussing sores,

                    Pestilence, Death, Famine, War.
                    Whose scent I recognized on your funeral dress
                    And in your patchwork tale of loneliness,
                    Whose love you could not bare too lose.
                    So you  chose your dearest truest dear
                    Running into the night from where you’d come
                    One last longing letter writ with ghostly hand
                    Which faded away by day, never seen again,
                    Like all the words your ever said.



            But like madmen, fools, and idiots deceived,
            Still I hope(ed) and desperately believed

                That kiss [I knew I would always miss] that kiss…

                            False confession, my soul’s lost mistress?

                                            3.

So it was, and yet here I stand, and I remember to forget that

1000 lifetimes gone by:

I saw you in a waking dream, a nightmare cleaved
Dripped from the demon queen’s rancid cleft.
You appeared and I gazed, stark disbelief-
Sorceress, Circe, Gorgon, Queen of Grief.
I spewed and splattered bile and phlegm
And as you turned to me, I knew I was condemned.

For I saw your slithering snakes hair quiver
And your burning, crimson eyes for first time true.

The glamour gone, the death knell rung,
And all the fantasy turned to ash,
Truth revealed in blinding flash

I said nothing, felt nothing, I know what I always knew

                                  I

Only smirked                                              Full straight
And smiled                                                In your charnel glare
And stared          
                                                           
 

                          And did not care.


So the final knot the Fates would weave into this tragedy,
I thought, would better fit the script of calamitous comedy.

I cursed and felt your poison in my veins,
Flushed out to be replaced by piercing burning pain….

And then, no more.

Nothing more, nevermore, it seems, since then.


                                            4.


It’s best not to look into an eclipse,
To look too long into its mystery.
To seek such truths,
Wreathed in coronal shroud,
Will sear eyes blind.

But I dare stare….

So tell me, dear, after all these years, was a word or second of it ever real?



Author notes

A very old tale, at this point. From a younger, stupidier, naive version of me. A short term, intense romantic episode. Unfortunately, some experiences seem to stick to one's soul more than others. Part 2 is written mostly in iambic hexameter, except for some deviation near the end, to better convey the idea of it as a "song". There is some formating and spacing I can't seem to get right on this site unfortunately.
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  • Cerbie20
    August 28, 2008

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    this is a really long, but good poem. i liked it. and i like how you have three different parts to it. it helped set the mood of this poem. good job!


  • SignifyingNothing
    August 8, 2008

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    I am very impressed with this. It was quite riveting. As long as it was, I was entranced until the very end. Yes, there are a few spacing problems, as you said, but overall this is a great poem. I can tell you put a lot of effort into this, and the imgery is wonderful, as is the vocabulary, the references to myths..wow, what's not to like. This is a finalist for sure. Congratulations on the trophies, including the gold, it was well deserved.


  • Reptile Lady gold member
    July 28, 2008

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    Awesome imagery thoughts are deep
    Thank you for entering our contest with this great write
    and best wishes to you
    Julie


  • Poetic Obscenity
    July 24, 2008

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    GORGEOUS

    Definitly worth the read. I loved your imagery and the way your words seemed to flow.
    Thank you and good luck.


  • daviscth silver member
    July 24, 2008

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    Thank you for sharing this with us. The imagery is awesome and I did enjoy it. Thank you for posting in the contest.


  • sensualbutterfly
    July 24, 2008

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    Ok so, I couldn't really follow it...I would have never, never figured this as one of yours...I love your work. You are a very talented writer, just for some reason I couldn't follow this. Thank you for entering though. I do appreciate it


  • CassidyEngle
    July 24, 2008

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    This is an awesome poem, but you lost my attention in the first chapter. It seems like you were trying really hard to use big words. Have you tried considering using small words to give change


    • SamishiiUnabara
      July 24, 2008
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      Hmm- not possible!!

      Thanks for the comment. I don't write or speak in simple vocabulary for the most part, so I wasn't really trying too hard- that's pretty much how my thoughts go. There are just times when simple words can't express feelings appropriately- common language cannot convey uncommon thoughts. I'll keep your suggestion in mind.


  • IronMaiden1236
    July 24, 2008

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    Beautiful! Just to sit at night and remember. Also, don't knock yourself down, there are plenty of people in this world who will do that for you!! amazing write!


  • DrkPoet
    April 8, 2008

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    This was a wonderful read and you did an excellent job portraying the story, usually long writes have a tendency of not keeping my attention but this one held it throughout and I especially liked the ending you chose. Thanks for entering


  • Redrusty66
    April 1, 2008

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    Trully amazing epic piece. Loved the flow and scheme. It all worked and reatined the majesty of an epic tale. Would make an excellent opus musical piece. Great wordplay and use of vocabulary.


  • Luciferian Aeon
    March 30, 2008

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    A truly dark and magnificently written piece of a well spun web of satyriasis. Of the times which everything within seemed epic and filled with wonder, yet was in fact delusions of grandeur. Lines such as:“Did the Devil devour you from within?
    Is that why your pinprick veins were so paper thin?
    Why did you chase your death with such eager fervor?
    I lusted to be your soul anointed savior,
    I hammered myself on a razor blade cross,
    All for you, my Queen of Blasphemous Negation.”

    Especially rang of a distant time of mine lost in a addiction. Of a love lost, or maybe never had. Either way, the whole atmosphere of the story conjured in within me the feelings I had then. The foreboding and surreal majestically that wrought a fantasy world far flung from reality. While the masochistic undertones of the narrator in lines such as:
    “Oh,Weaver Queen with slender silk lines spun strong
    You wrapped your blanket lies around my dormant form,
    And yet I smiled within cocooned…”
    also hit a chord within my frame. I started this contest with just a line of a poem of mine. Just to see what kind of response I would get. Leaving the door open for all possibilities for all to enjoy. I never expected to get such a story as the one portrayed as this.


  • azlyn gold member
    March 29, 2008

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    A darkly wonderful sharing of deep emotion...intense and honest...thank you so much and best of luck!!!

    Az


  • Selene Tremere
    March 29, 2008

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    I can only tell you one thing: congratulations I think this is an amazing piece it touched somethng deep in my soul (maybe just because I relate to these feelings).Though it's long it kept me involved and I enjoyed every single word.Wonderful work
    thank you so much for entering and best of luck to you


  • AddictingAccident
    March 29, 2008

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    Wonderful

    I can tell this came from a deep place. You've threaded your emotion well in this piece!! Good Luck and thank you for entering.

    • SamishiiUnabara
      March 29, 2008
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      Thnx

      Thank you very much, I'm glad you appreciated it. It sat deep in me like a burning pearl for a long time before it finally took the right form.


  • quiescence
    March 29, 2008
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    spellbinding

    Epically tragic - a very moving tale of hopeless love.

  • meat
    March 28, 2008

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    fabulously sad

    Dear MK,

    This is probably on the greatest poems I have ever read in my entire life...and exactly what I expected from you when I dreamed of your writing (nohomo) lol. Your dark gestures intertwined with an evil presence that was able to work you is a common story when we are young and naive. So the question is, would you have done anything different now if it happened all over again? I think you would not...


  • darkhawk
    March 28, 2008

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    awesome!

    WOW! I loved this, you have insane talent! I really loved how you worded this and the emotion just flows perfectly out of it. Cant wait to read more! please comment some of my stuff 2, thanx a lot!

    • SamishiiUnabara
      March 28, 2008
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      Thnx

      Glad you enjoyed and appreciated it- this one's got alot of heart in it. I'll def look at your stuff. Check out my other works, see if you like em.

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