Tag: ghost

New work

Transparent

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I wish I could lose myself

To never be found

To dance on the wind

And not make a sound

To be forgotten

Like an autumn’s fallen leaves

To never think

Where would they be?

To disappear

To never exist

To shy away

From that first kiss

To hide from my shadow

Where did I go?

I love this silence

Nobody knows

I’m here you’re there

Ha ha ha

What you looking for?

Why do you stare?

Boo, can you see me?

Look at me now

Nope, I’m invisible

I’m getting down

This is no fun

I don’t want to play anymore

Being this transparent

Is such a chore

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2021 · fantasy

Harry the ghost

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There is a ghost next to me

On this park bench

I don’t know what he wants

Or what is that stench

Hello Mr ghost

What is your name?

It is Harry kind sir

Are you a bit insane?

Why do you say that?

Asked puzzled little me

I can see you clear as day

Like the birds and the bees

No one has ever seen me

I have been here for years

I lost my life on this bench

Holding back ghostly tears

Were you homeless Harry?

I asked with concern

He nodded his head

They do never learn

What happened? I asked

Why did you die here?

Did you not have a family?

Nobody near?

Nobody who cared, he said

Not ever enough

It was the cold that killed me

My body had enough

But Harry, I said

Why can you not pass?

What’s stopping you?

Blocking your path?

I guess I needed to tell my story

Maybe it may change something

If it does not

Can we talk again?

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family · happy · Life · love

Face of change

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​Wake up, feel different, I feel sick

Run to bathroom, vomit every bit

Rise to the mirror, wash my face

What the hell, what’s this face!

My hair, my eyes I fall down

I get back up, what is this frown?

I’ve got muscles, je suis beau

I’m taller with a bronzed glow

My insecurities, my patheticness

They are gone, have I been blessed?

I run out the room onto the landing

My mum’s at the top of the stairs standing

” Mum mum look at me, look at my face”

She can’t hear me, what is this place?

I put my hand on her, turn around please

“turn up the heating darling, I felt a breeze”

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Phil lister 02/10/17

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