A broken gate in the cemetery holds many memories. By Poet
Walk through my gate at night,
only with a full moon very bright.
The hanging "Gossamer" from the trees is an eerie sight,
I do not know if I like this invite.
This "Ghostly" night may bring some fright,
but in the end we will be alright.
Look over there at the the pale light,
it is over the "Grave" of the knight.
The queen was "Grief-stricken" not showing her delight,
only she knew the cruel husband with her insight.
This "Godforsaken" place is a great place to ghostwrite,
if the "Groaning" does not make one take flight.
It is time to go as we close the gate tight,
it could use a fresh coat of paint in white.
Categories:
ghostwriter, husband, light, moon, night,
Form: Rhyme
I see flowers scattered in an unkempt garden
A beautiful mess, I must beg your pardon
How do I identify with this, Lord and Master?
This evocative catastrophe, this gorgeous disaster
There is much I know I don't know
Life is as such in the ebb and flow
So many things I know nothing about
Yet so little I disbelieve or totally doubt
As I gaze into the empty abyss
I see flutters of color and moments of bliss
As the abyss stares back into me
I wonder what it thinks it sees
My crystal ball says "signs point to no"
I have shaken it many times and it's always so
My magnum opus will be my swan song
and the onus is on me to not do it wrong
My autobiography was written by a ghost writer
My calligraphy written by the hand of a pale rider
Not worrying, not wondering, and not losing heart
Not scurrying, not blundering, and doing my part
Pondering the cosmos and contemplating fate
Re-working my ethos and embracing the wait
Categories:
ghostwriter, analogy, art, change, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Ghost Writer.
How vulnerable
I am,
Haunted
By your presence.
Dreaming a dream
That makes me restless.
Walking the halls
In the lobby.
Disembodied without you.
Ghosted,
And mayby
Busted.
The spirit of
A double white shadow
Detected.
The semblance of
A total swap-file's
Scary validation.
And the ghost writer,
That secondary image
Appearing
On the screen
Of my eyes,
Caused by
My poor or
Bad reciever or
My double reception.
Urging me
Beyond the covered way
But I am afraid,
For spirit is often
Interchangeable.
The spirit of a friend
For another person.
The legend that feeds
Or feeds on a human being.
How vulnerable
I am,
Haunted
By your presence.
Dreaming a dream
That makes me restless.
Walking the halls
In the lobby.
Disembodied without you.
Categories:
ghostwriter, angst, muse, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
I want you to know my name,
Before you know my face.
I desire that the fame,
Surrounds each word I say.
I'd struggle in the light;
I'd like to hide away.
Let every word I write,
Be inside the picture frame.
©2014 Honestly JT
Categories:
ghostwriter, desire, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Happily piling in,
The discount store games begin
tis the season to be jolly but
Dont ****ing touch me!-
beneath the holly
I dont know where that mouths been
and look at those clothes!
thrift store threads, what hideous throws!
Clank clonk clank, duh
dribbling dance, but i wont get on the dance floor and
Cut a rug!
Im far too fly of a fashion bug
Hairs exquisite down to the longitudinal strand
ha did you see last night reality show?
Come up with phantoms
Sphinxes, and gargoyles-
The honest are misleading
Succubus lies in recline
And snickers at it all
While her parasol protects her
Cuz the demons dont like the sun at all
Categories:
ghostwriter, friendship, funny, love,
Form: Free verse