The car crash chemistry
is stuck on the wall
splat against
blackboards and chalk dust.
Echoes of trampled personalities
and suicidal threats
echo these white washed walls.
Blood from the massacre
just a faint tint of orange.
Whispers of idiotic
equations reverberate
with the sound of gunfire.
Ghosts of the past walk here,
trying to get to that white light...
But they're stuck in purgatory.
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sigh. It means nothing. I haven't been inspired to write anything...so it's a drabble...some words on a screen.
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i use to never believe in ghosts until, for over three years, i encountered one on a daily basis. i wonder if it were as torturous for him as it was for me? thank you for sharing this with me today. it is always a pleasure to read your words. viyanna rosemarie
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great piece thanks a million for sharing
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I really think that this is something. Dearest it's very depressing and morbid with thoughts of old times and the feeling of isolation inside such a crowded place...I'm guess school? Either way I'm touched by how errie it is and yet I felt this way while in high school all the time and yet I did talk to people and say things to people while passing by acting ok but I wasn't and I didn't feel as thought they really knew and or cared for me. Depressing like I said and yet very very true and it's so weird that you can still remember such a feeling from so long ago...I still think when I wake up I got to go to school and pass a test that for a long time back in the day I dreaded to take and I Passed it with flying colors...guess all that pent up axiety and fear and those long nights studding caught up with me and has haunted me ever since.!!!
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This is quite good. It made me think of visiting a school that has been abandonded for quite some time.
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lol hey sometimes we just need to get it out...even if it goes nowhere
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