Prose & Poetry

Ghost

Through their eyes what do they see

Through their world what do they feel

We stumble in our world

while they drift by a thin thread.

 

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Sorrow Once Felt

If I had not met you

I would still be in a world

I built around me.

In darkness

in a castle

a tower

a moat

far from Civilisation.

A Civilisations I thought I had to fit in.

I bore my soul but hid my shadows.

I remember that place

where I scratched my walls

screaming but hiding.

I flaunted my pain

but it was not my pain alone

but the worlds.

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Past and Present

The mind dictates good intentions but the heart flounders.

The heart is a fickle thing.

It wants all but expects so little.

Haunted with wisps of memories best left faded in the deep.

Longing for shadows of a past bliss shrouded with misdirection.

– wilnako

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The Fates

The fates weave a cruel

crooked tale for us.

If you listen you can hear their cackle at every cliffhanger.

A taut moment in limbo.

A forever feeling of waking up at the very edge of our bed.

– wilnako

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My Little Brother

You drive me mad

but I love you

no matter what.

The moments when you smile

right at me so bright,

it makes my day.

Your funny questions

that sometimes stump me,

makes my day.

Even that adorable frown

when I won’t let you play your phone because you have homework to do, makes my day.

When you rest your head on my shoulders as you read your book,

when you try to outsmart me

with your clever tricks,

when you won’t put your clothes on after you shower and start dancing;

it all makes my day.

My Favourite of all

is when we walk home

and you start singing

your favourite song.

Out loud, without a care

and I laugh and sometimes sing along.

Deep inside i feel a glow of love so bright it makes my tired muscles,

lack of sleep,

blisters and bruises

worth it all.

It all makes my day.

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Mother Moon

Oh Mother moon

Crash your warmth on me

Guide me through the endless night

Although I may not always see you.

I know You are there

Hiding, seemingly shy

But your smile when the clouds part

Creates a twinge in my heart;

For your smile is a charm,

A sight so right, so bright;

Like a blanket making things alright.

I howl with the wolves

Dance with the bears

Run with the deers

Sway with the winds and trees

Searching, yearning for your love,

Your light!

Others may dare defy you

But they don’t know your might

For I have felt your anger

It’s not a danger I say

but a way to you, my Mother.

A goodwill path to follow

No doubt full of sorrow

But no mind so narrow can understand.

a lunatic

Weak or mistaken

Delusional they say!

But have they ever felt it

The tear behind an ear?

That sting

The cut

That speaks of all things

The mysteries hidden beneath

But Sings to me?

Never mind,

I wish to tell you my secret

But you must already know, my mother

But I will say it, for I cannot hold it

know that I will always, always be,

At your every side,

Like no other.

– wilnako

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You Call them Villains

Beautiful creations

Twisted by mankind

Wondrous minds

Designed for destruction

In their world

They are the heroes.

See the world through their eyes

Do you see?

They are the heroes.

They may seem blind

Driven with a twisted purpose

But in their minds

They are heroes.

– wilnako

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