Long Ghosted Poems
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Zits!
Pus problems ... oozing wipe love,
has got them innocent bite fangs showing
That baby drac queen moon face turning
into a teenage mutant turtledove
Cold cream cyber hits
Another three-day seclusion ...
chained to a marred model illusion
Hip adolescent Wonder Woman
changed into a square Lois —
closing the fast lane to popularity
Matinee crash dream ten-dollar scraping
for a heart wreck, no-date solution
Beauty tips blown to bits
Anger eruption,
lava tears flowing profusely
Cooled by sisterly advice:
“Don’t pick at it, no ...
just leave it alone, let it go”
Lonely growth spurts
stunts a lot of
aisle-walking linked elbows
A patient sitter keep their wits
Lost weekend,
wigging out ... undone
by an epidermal shut-in send
Death-of-the-party news
was delivered by
best black widow friends
Prickly pimple concerns —
premature social demise
do a solitude burn
in an empty plastic jar urn
Fashionable facial fits
Wrinkles in time —
appearance issues so juvenile ... hormonal crisis,
minor disaster averted
Upon mirror reflection,
ticking vanity
gave self-esteem a facelift,
that was in necessary
ego sore rub need
Fear obit ghosted
Halloween masks
and brown paper bags
Sour tongue wags
and mean emoji hash tags
Mall sighting scary,
peer mocking wary
Post a Photoshop pic
in the Facebook dairy
Carnival freak show weird distortion,
deemed by pride
as a public health enemy
Mono rumor was the fake text portion;
with a closet confide,
isolation was the safest entry
Squeezed happiness ain’t legit
Lessons learned in youth
will age properly ...
if knit picked by the truth
Ugly self-image
will fade compassionately,
given clear rite-of-passage proof
A pretty duckling gathering pearl thoughts,
spreading swan wings
And gently dispersing
every shed tear that be hideous skin wrought
Damn Green Dot!
Before I even met you something in me knew..
I'd listen to my iTunes and songs made me think of you.
When you'd walk by I'd get excited without really knowing why.
If we made eye contact I'd look away.. bashful, nervous, shy..
When we shared that dream I felt connected..ever since then..it's true.
I enjoyed getting to know you more and more..and flirting with you too. ;)
You made me laugh..made my days brighter.. they're darker without you here.
I feel like I ruined it all because I wanted more..and that's made me shed some tears.
I cant believe you disappeared without at least goodbye
After months and months of getting close
It often makes me cry.
I moved too fast and I do suppose
It's far time I let you go;
But I don't want to..I miss my friend
And I thought that you should know
This isn't how I pictured it or how I want it to end.
I see the damn green dot and get so hopeful
Will today be the day I hear?
Probably not.. Nope. Never again..
That's really what I fear.
But your charms and your allure just drew me in
So I can't help but shed a tear.
If what we had was just a dream
Then never wake me, dear.
You'll never know how much I think of you
And I'm hopeful when I say
That if you knew you were on my mind so much
You wouldn't let me slip away.
That's not so realistic because I know you need the space
To get over whatever it is you're feeling
Seems you want me gone without a trace.
What we shared was not made up and that's probably why I'm reeling
Thoughts all over.. feeling insane and all I want is healing.
So say goodbye and nice to know you, pretend you never cared at all
Because it's easier than wondering all day long if you ever think of me of if you'll ever call.
Just know that you'll missed so much and should we meet again
I hope you at least wave hello and consider me a friend.
Eyes have gone cold
making a statement bold.
'Dont get near me.
not if you want to continue to see.'
Skin turned rough
she appears tough.
while melting inside
No matter. the pain will hide
greiving the loss
agony clings like moss.
with no give or sway
smothering me through the day
The ghosted hand on my back,
I still crave it throught the lack.
the caring touch of a friend,
followed by words to mend.
Music in all the time
hiding my heart's grime.
afraid of what you will find,
hidden by the pattern I assigned.
Face covered in a colorless mask,
energy restraint is quite the task.
Forbidden memories spill out of my eyes
I wipe them away, giving off more lies.
time wont wait for me,
emotions can't be free.
submerged in work,
emotions can burke.
Sitting silently on the bus
at least the quiet is a plus.
yet with that comes a con,
a pained wail always on the dawn.
Painting a smile on my face,
spewing happy words to fill the silent space,
perfoming for the crowd,
with joyus lines avowed.
A tear-stained pillow sits on my bed,
Awaiting a new drowning from my head.
Flowing words and tunes
soothing and caressing my moods.
Every sunrise brings hope,
but by sunset Im struggling to cope.
torturous day by tedious day,
I retreat more, with less to say.
eyes glued to a screen,
the aleged dream of a teen
not enought to muffle my screams
haunting me in my dreams.
Wake the next morning,
let the mirror be my warning.
I place the mask over my face,
not leaving a trace.
Coming home from the day,
tatteres of my mind astray.
Mask on still but worn,
heart shattered and torn.
I lie down to rest,
Curled up in my soft nest.
Safe, but alone
Tears streaming, cover blown
I fade out
riddled with doubt.
screaming a silent shout,
acceping the blackout.
~Dreams take control
~As I let go
If you only knew what it was to live off
life 75% feeling and 25% so called
canned reality you may realize an eventual
moment stance the chained bewildered comeby
circumstance--it takes to eek through a
given gross day of thought square wheeled peril of
"going fo it" watching everything in emo colors through tear
rhetoric eyes--sub glands working overtime
without pay for the moments
neverendings--unrelenting to the bread crumb
trails forgotten for the wayward bird to the dead
far reathered animal on the roadside--was the first
not the goodyear tread which kissed its life oblivion.
So much the batter better. Clean living does us all in
eventually. look at me, an example of feeling
idealology times 2in reverse Pi graced but yet
ghosted in punnett square annodicotomy in
unequivicol blatant ignorance, by and by like the dust
layered on an empty shelf, entombed yet consistent
deep and still--blank, devoid, and offbeatt---out of kilter.
So be it it. The ferver the merrier. I can give till the gives gone and not recollect in tune. Give green carpet grasp with the drawer open and a
few strewn yellow pages with hopeful intent minus
a few zeros for glad integrity. Someday, 3/4 time,
Pass/Fail or just audit it. Poor icome tax fool.
Substantial penality for Early withdrawal---sexual
tax evasion. Try to fix-get the kix in the social facehole.
We've reached a blank toe verdict and you're it!
Try and recompass if you dare mediazed--branded
intermittent idiocracy implosion. Get a flute. Ohhhh do you work at the
lab-as a labite? CSo much for appearance sake. Entrail
rehab should be an art form--in renal time
Bury me please in some stupid clean earth
to initiate my bare broken flesh--carry me back
to old Ahia whenced I was loined. Thanks
Dad--I know I am a lot like you---How?
I just feel it-------------------or was I adopted?? Really???
Let's be the good in every love story. Let's be the Love and Light.
1 of 2:
Love is sometimes everything
(Shimmering inside your heart and soul)
By Michelle Morris
03/02/2024
Love is sometimes an illusion
It's a mirage that comes and goes
Beautiful and ephemeral
Like the views across the coast
One moment it is sunny
The next it is overcast
Shimmering beneath the waves
Are those currents we shouldn't cross
Love is sometimes a destroyer
We bend ourselves inside out as it wills
Seductive and exciting
Like the allure of those little pills
One moment you are lucid
The next you're out of your mind
Shimmering beneath your skin
The bitterness with the sublime
Love is sometimes a trickster
We get confused by hormones and chance
A situation that can spin out quickly
Like a tornado sweeps across a farm
One moment there is substance
The next everything is destroyed
Shimmering beyond Truth and Light
The Fates have given their warnings
Love is sometimes unforgettable
We can't move on from the ties that bind
No matter how badly they treat us
We hang on to our Hope and Kindness
One moment there is a connection
The next we're ghosted for good
Shimmering beneath our hearts
Is the Darkness that begins to brood
Love is sometimes transient
It flows through us and those we meet
We try to hold on to the feelings
But are only met with Loss and Defeat
One moment there is happiness
The next we're out in the rain
Shimmering inside each memory
Is what's left of humanity's pain
Love is sometimes unspeakable
It's in the bruises and breaks that they give
If you don't escape the battlefield
You might not get to live
One moment there is calm
The next the rage is unleashed
Shimmering inside their hearts
Is the Darkness that they're feeding
/2
© Michelle Morris, 2024
It was a bus of ghouls
And it was speeding through painted lines
Pumpkinhead raised a brow and scoffed
As the bus passed me by.
I wondered where they were headed
I figured they were in route to pick up a friend
Or maybe they were going to Walmart
To pick up old lazy bones and some decor
For the den.
As I arrived for work
Everything appeared fine
The sovereign winds ghosted throughout the building
Maybe it was a sign.
At the meeting
Liz confirmed it was true.
"Steve, your working with Matt in dairy…"
I pouted "man, what did I do!"
Everything seemed laxed
Till about ten-forty-five
That's when I heard Patrick
"Guys, there's a bus full of ghouls,
And it's parked right outside!"
Eyore was the first to the door,
He was first in.
"Password sir," Jane said as she raised her shin
"Marikit.." the hutchback snarled
As others formed a line.
"OK, you can pass…"
She said with vinegar in her eyes.
Brianna came from apparel
When she heard Frankenstein's loud moan
Her eyes bugged out of her head
As the monster left her alone.
Mummy came in
Arms extended out
"No more social distance.."
Bryan said as his arms flopped to his sides
Like dead trout.
Destiny came from cosmetics
When she saw Dracula begin to fuss
"I know art very well;
I'll take care of that smudge…"
Edgar Allen poe
And his famous raven appeared next
Pearla peaked out from infants
"What the heck…"
Last to join the party
A five-hundred year old zombie;
He was just looking for some fun
Bryan told Matt and Alton,
"Entertain them guys,
I'm going to get my gun."
"Brains!" The zombie said
Danilo didn't miss a beat
"Nothing here,
You might want to try across the street"
My intellect is what helps me.
I can jump into the purely rational space and deal.
But it's very lonely.
I lived like that for years at a time.
And, we sometimes love an idealized version of someone, the person they projected but aren't.
And maybe they are striving to be that.
Many times they aren't.
But still love still exists, intact.
And only proximity and contact keep it front and center.
Of course there is loving someone and being "in love".
And the being in love, that part is just not controllable.
Like wildfire it consumes you.
And for us dispassionate logical thinkers, it's a rather irrational but heady space to be in.
And for those who can't process emotion in real time.
Well we are more than a step out of pace.
We are left holding the bag when someone emotionally ducks out and runs for cover.
To be emotionally ghosted is about the loneliest place you can be.
Of course they do it because they can't face the emotion either. Even if perhaps they elicited it.
And so its many lonely trails and several lonely tales I have of love gained and lost to time.
Sometimes I know what happened, and sometimes just poof in the wind it was released and gone.
I try not to malign the lover, even if they failed basic human communication. Some can't face the heat. I get it.
But it's why many times I prefer the lonely trail.
Alone is safer, darker but free. Free of all restrictions to be whatever I may be.
For life is just a journey and there are only mere blips of rest along its path.
And chaos will occasionally visit and subject you to its wrath.
Till in the end it takes you.
Till in the end it takes you. Artimus (C) Susan Manley 3/5/24 7:04PM
How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?
They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To an affinity towards Jackson Polluck.
Tears are to the meek
As injury is to the bold,
Chastity is to pureness
As promiscuity is to curiosity.
And what
Supplemented activity relates to the character
Defect of an over-eager search for validation?
How surreal a menagerie constructed from
Syringes full of sunshine.
Currency crusted by blood in place of worth,
Hopeful scribbles of the pale and placid carrying
Small flecks of over packed bags under the eye
Can seem when sunlight filters through rose colored lenses;
How frighteningly apparent
Connect-the-dot freckles and
Spasms of the left cheek and
Teddy bear smiles and
Xylophone ribs and
Bits of skin ghosted from lips become
When refracted by a Narcissus pond—
How I m p o r t a n t,
How appropriate these sentiments:
Perfect companions for the rolled-up-carpet's journey
Of finding permanence along river bottom
Set into the silt and framed with waving algae:
A'voir, piggyback consistencies,
Meet oblivion in shreds
Blown out the back end of the skull
In the instant chapped lip worshiper meets collarbone shrine.
Such ready to leech services are no longer
A necessity
In the four hours of chemically enhanced rawness
Stuffed with bile and bruise and suck and lie
Hollowed of meaning,
Save for the proverbial cholesterol of hope clogged in pores.
But I awake in numbness,
Cold and invalid,
With my head pressed on Doubt's chest
And my fingers knotting in its own
Begging to be warm again.
I do not hear the words, far too busy in my ears
laying golden tracks of forceful movement
They carry me away, away. always to away.
Stretch horizon, many ones and zeros, far away.
Starlit destination on that noblest of hill.
Girls and ladies youthful arms, all reaching for our home.
My eyes look at me. They are not my own.
From plastered plains;
ears that hear the plastered pain of linings.
I am this microscope of telescoping ears still bathed
in voices from a light of shinings.
Voices of the nighttimes endless day.
Voices from the ears and eyes
sound and sight of every see and say.
Things they bring
to me, in whispers and in glances;
puppies, kittens, mystic kisses,
wishers of babies and second chances
Chicken scratch, chlorine sheets
blowing in winter storms.
We all die frozen on the tundra,
no final whispered sound.
Our people’s lended home a final
form arrested, final mound.
Explorers all, we do not know our stumbled gait.
We watch and wait and then we take the bait.
Mindless fish
with crooked intuition;
missing in between the lives we touch,
mirrors brushed and polished,
ears tickled in visions,
things we think we know; and such and such.
Eyes alone and closed, the time we’re here;
opened only when we disappear.
Oh, Oh, silence, I am here.
I am here. I will always be,
Leaving.
Those of us who love this much, grieve for beauty, holy, touch
and all lost love
from hearts that cannot feel.
Voices
who would love too much.
I am the branch I use to poke this earth.
Stirring her aspect, crying, gifted, cursed.
Awhaile, this ghosted touch.
Released to please, a stone to throw.
A brick you could not know.
There are six more who must be toasted
From the side which Internazionale roasted
On that victorious day in the sun
When in Lisbon the Champions' Cup they won.
In goal was Ronnie Simpson,the consummate veteran
Who spoiled many an opposing side's scoring plan
This was the greatest moment of a great career
Which will be spoken of for many a year.
Tommy Gemmell the flamBhoyant left back
Was easily picked out of this distinguished pack
His golden hair glinting in the sun
As he hit his cannonball shot on the run
This glorious and unstoppable equalizer
Proved to be the Celtic appetizer.
Alongside him but straightforward and sound
Jim Craig of whom St Gerard's was rightly proud
He pulled the teeth of many an attack
And played the part of safe right back
Right at the heart of the Parkhead engine room
Bobby Murdoch,whose skill could always lift any gloom
He produced that vital shot
From which Stevie his priceless goal got
Up front was Wallace of Will o' the wisp fame
Who added extra subtlety to the Celtic game
Inside the box many goals he ghosted
About which he could have boasted.
But let us not ever forget the great Jock Stein
The greatest Celtic manager there has ever been
His West of Scotland lads he shaped into a team
Adding the European Cup to achieve Celtic's dream
He was the astute mastermind behind this eleven
And brought to Paradise the nearest thing to heaven.
Every one of these men deserves to be lauded to the sky
But that remains a task for a far better minstrel than I
Now closes this poem about a team which has no equal
Whose unique victory ought to have brought a sequel.