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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Prose & Poetry

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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Prose & Poetry

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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