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Seline Elaina Poem
In this haunted room I feel a presence build.
So thick is the air, closing in as you capture space.
The empty chair that was, now your body filled.
Sudden cold spot blasting icy gusts upon my face.
Heart thrumming uselessly in my frail breast.
Pounding in my ears, drowning out the comfort of sleep.
Your shape of nightmares breaking hope of rest.
The black of your image forming thickly and dark too deep.
Your silence leaves open the whispers of dread.
What lurks in this ghost activity straining against the real.
A hand so close it might reach out to my bed.
The fear, overwhelming, lies in what you may next reveal.
Mundane is the car that slows close in the drive
Louder than all it seems after this panic, slowing to turn.
Light blazes through, clashing swiftly into my chilling hive.
I wait to see clearly, such excitement and fear as I learn.
Shadows revealed, nothing I might have guessed.
So clearly I see you in this light commanding dark's defeat.
A sigh passes over my lips my truest fear confessed.
For tonight, just a chair and a badly folded sheet.
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Seline Elaina Poem
Such is the road of mystery
Hard to accept these things I see
Unexpected these sights I find
See spirits near though I am blind
A world I’ve never known to be
Leaving behind truths I’ve been shown
Watching them go broken and blown
My haunted heart scared to believe
Worlds within worlds I can’t conceive
This is knowing, in the unknown
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As I wander through my life I find something lost.
Something I perhaps once had, but have now long forgot.
Only a glimmer of memory, in this most haunted place.
A sigh, a smile perhaps a look on your still shadowy face.
I look for you each place I go, sifting through haunted locations.
Piecing together what I can’t see hoping for this restoration.
What was it we had that continues to bind me?
If it’s been lost why does all of this remind me?
And of what…
I wouldn’t wish this if I’d had a choice.
Just a whisper of your former voice.
Will you be whole again? Will you find me here?
My whole life built so strangely because I knew you were near.
Is this what they call fate, or just all circumstance?
Led by your fleeting hand into paranormal romance.
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Seline Elaina Poem
See oh psychic eye
Reveal to me this future
Shrouded in secrets
Oh Whisper fortuneteller
Of this paranormal show.
Silence psychic eye
Reveal nothing more of this
Of worlds unspoken
Such wisdom requires time
I’m not sure I want to know.
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Seline Elaina Poem
A ghost apparition under glowing wreath
scattered sounds from a falling leaf
see spirits wander under rainy sheath
this real haunting from the world underneath
nothing remains but bone and teeth
all that is left of them to bequeath
dried up to dust and the thirsting heath
what lies beyond in the world underneath.
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Seline Elaina Poem
What world is this I seem to have stumbled upon?
Ghostly encounters in the hours before dawn.
Each sleepless night I wait in the still silent gloom,
Mists creeping in to this most haunted room.
Their voices too quiet for words to be clear.
These cold wafts of air seem alive when they near.
Is it this home, a place they need to be?
Or can it be simply that they’re haunting me?
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I walk in silence,
in this most haunted place.
Dew now clinging,
to my hands and face.
The morning light,
still quite far away.
I see ghosts here,
watch them laugh and play.
Is it too far reaching?
Is it in my head?
How can one be sure,
they are among the dead?
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Seline Elaina Poem
On this night paranormal whispers drift
into noises from the creeping black
I look upon this moonlit, haunted night
and I let my mind drift back.
Other times and other worlds
too shadowy to speak of
drifting down this spirited path
light from crescent moon above.
Who has lived amongst these trees.
Who has yet to see this haunted walk.
Who am I amongst these drifting worlds
when the night noises begin to talk.
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Quick whispers in quiet night,
This stretch of time that has no end.
Too fast this whimsy flight.
Shifty shadows down halls descend.
Only candle flutters dim.
Drafty disturbances of cold.
Something whispers of stories grim,
And tales yet untold.
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Speak low in this haunted room,
where so many gather to hear.
Listen closely to these whispers,
one among them you may hold dear.
Halls of ghostly encounters,
brushing by like wind in the night.
A wisp here and vanished,
A play of the shadows and light.
Wander softly within them,
windows lighted by only the moon.
So much beyond understanding,
we may all be with them soon.
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