tracing lines on the syntax
grammar cascades down resonant folds
hand over hand
mishandled hands lost grip on the handholds
travelling through time diagonally and sideways
found by no one for infinity of days
lost for never
yet at the same time always
GONE
Buck Up
I’m a problem that might never be solved.
I’ll still try continue living my live without these walls.
At time’s I’m the only thing I’m afraid of.
I’m not sure what happened or were I went wrong.
But I do know it’s getting old fast
And I’m just tired of singing this sad, sad song.
I've always thought blocking it all out was key.
But I was wrong all along.
I was blinded and couldn’t see.
Desperately trying to find a way out since I was a little girl.
Forgetting that I’m not alone.
I live in a big world.
I got even more lost in all my crazy thoughts.
My sister is why I write, my family and the people that love me,
Is why I've put up such a fight.
I've come to a point in my life where I can’t fight anymore.
So I’m forced to buck up,
Or I get lost finding that “new beginning” door.
The full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
Even looking
Gives you the chill
The Fairy hill
Mound of the dead
When white silhouettes walk
The townsfolk dread
A ship lost at sea
Engulfed by the mass
The cries of their drown
Rise through the grass
They call out the names
Of their loved ones they miss
This night of the dead
As they float through the mist
This crew of souls
Lost in their roam
Thousands of miles
From their Argentine homes
What amazes the townsfolk
Of Inverness
This crew lost at sea
In roaming distress
Their ship was lost
Of the Falklands coast
Thousands of miles away
But we see their ghosts
So when the full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
No blood is spilt
Only their ghostly return will
To continue the Ghost trail, having being tagged by Sara Kendrick,
in turn i tag Mr Vince Suzadail Jr to do a ghost poem and tag a soul.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy3.php