-Dedicated to all those suffering with an eating disorder. Beauty, true beauty, belies a gentrified, pretty exterior. You are not alone-
Benighted whispers and spurning dreams
Forthwith in blisters and burning streams
Shameful saunters in billowing blight
Hereto haunters with pillowing plight
Weep and wither betwixt a bawling bloom
Seep shall deliver amidst a falling fume
Expel and deliver for the morning's bright
Swell and shiver for the swarming's night
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Categories:
haunters, addiction, dark, depression, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
The wretched street-haunters of London tell me where are their vile homes,
The gin palaces alone invites them into a warmth that burns their hearts,
The dreary lodging houses scenes of filth they spend their nights in hell,
And in these dens of hate humans heard together with a rudeness of beasts.
No songs of olden days no romance, the city has poisoned grace and beauty,
No tenderness or love breaks through the darkness of their bitter spirits,
Nothing to look froward to with no hope, nothing soothes them into virtue,
Degradation is hideous with vulgarity the most revolting of life's gifts.
Theft with cunning, murder and brutal violence, crowd and crouch together,
They dream of more successful lies grander theft more infamies for tomorrow,
Tossing and turning through the bitter night half sleeping and half guarding,
Such is this a grand triumph of our great civilization, our countries wealth.
Categories:
haunters, history,
Form: Prose Poetry
What ghoul haunts my dreams,
and makes me toss and turn?
What ghost tells me
Not to trust the people I like?
What phantom convinces
that I am not beautiful?
What troll says that
“I will never be good enough for anyone?”
certainly not the Holy Ghost,
I know and I hear my savior say,
"Peace, be still, trust ME, you are beautiful,
You will always be enough for me."
Categories:
haunters, faith, introspection, trust,
Form: Free verse
Topsy turvy lives,
we lead.
We rare ones,
a special breed,
not all can be.
Sunrise is sleep,
mid-day slumber.
The moon, our luminary.
We awaken
with lengthening shadows.
Hallway haunters are we.
Categories:
haunters, business, on work and
Form: Free verse