Ghost

by Postguied Parnell   Feb 15, 2014


I'm a ghost of my past self.
I'm an echo of a wall.
I walk my own way the way I did before.
I live each day dying more than the last.
I love my life like a child loves a toy.
I'm the destroyer of worlds.
I'm the singer of squirrels.
I'm the ignorant preacher.
I'm the deathly hollowed out man.
I'm the fake that nobody knows.
I'm the adventurer who only found dirt.
I'm the worm that clogged the machine.
I went to the end of time and then I lied to myself about it.
I am blue, I am red, I am grey.
I am the patient nothing.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tara

    This is a good one, deep.
    "I'm the adventurer who only found dirt.
    I'm the worm that clogged the machine."
    I liked this the best, I know what you mean.
    Kept wanting to title it, "I Am Ghost" which is the name of a pretty good band :) Keep up the good work, your stuff reads very well! 5/5 ~Tara

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara

    This is a good one, deep.
    "I'm the adventurer who only found dirt.
    I'm the worm that clogged the machine."
    I liked this the best, I know what you mean.
    Kept wanting to title it, "I Am Ghost" which is the name of a pretty good band :) Keep up the good work, your stuff reads very well! 5/5 ~Tara

    • 11 years ago

      by Postguied Parnell

      Thanks!
      I didn't know if anyone would appreciate the worm that clogged the machine bit.
      It was a vision that I once had that made me so sick that every time I thought about it for the next few weeks it made me become nauseous

  • 11 years ago

    by LittleMsPink

    Sad and dark, good write :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Another great one keep it up :)

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