Hello, Steemians, your friendly Ghost Writer here! I do believe this is the first time I've directly addressed you! I hope everyone has been enjoying my contributions and collaborations with the talented @sammosk!
We've got some fictions and continuations in the works right now and I hope you are all looking forward to them! But you just can't rush some things! So to tide you over, I have brought you a little offering of some of my other poetry. I truly hope you like them and hope to hear back from you in the comments!
Broken shards of luminescence and fragments of space.
Slipping down mountains and rising up from the sea.
The sky a constant beckoning finger that taunts me, my legs caught in the sand.
The hands of clocks that never turn, making tea and breaking bread with crickets.
The silvery silence of the metallic forest, crumbling to dust and growing roots.
A landscape of rotting torsos, with Poppies, twisted through the ribs.
Seeing the untamed laid out before me, I slip from one reality to another and wonder when the descent will slow.
Just a brief suspension into nothing would be divine.
Again... the dreams.
Ribbons wrapping around my wrists and dragging through puddles...
Trudging on through the vast whisper of humanities remains, a solid rock in my chest.
It cracks with every beat and crumbles against the strain.
With painted veins, a glimmer of powder.
Grey.
All colors seeping into the earth and drying the soil.
The taste of bleeding copper and the sting of cold wind.
Something shines in the distance.
A monolith that dashes a mile for every step, yet never leaving sight.
A bitchslap in the face of a goal.
The frost of night creeps from one painting to another...
And I can never seem to put down the brush.
Sometimes the world spirals away from me
at speeds I can not define
a creeping shadow takes its place
within the confines of my mind
growling whispers of ill intent
rooted baseless in my fears
warning of a million dangers
blowing hot into my ears
a sickly shiver rolling quick
as I brush the thoughts away
knowing they aren't truly gone
as each night slips into day
Laying still and breathing slow
under a blanket of growing dread
voices warning that today's the day
I will surely wake up dead
surrender to the cold embrace
of indifference's tawdry grasp
the less that I care each day
makes me freer than the last
In the mornings, I watch you sleep, and I sigh.
lovesick and whole-heartedly possessed by you.
Heavy, twisted, and bound up inside
it feels like chains around my middle, pulling me into your depths
hearing your breath when you slip into dreams
lulling and rocking me into your still waters
As I sputter and swallow from the whirlpool
you've churned up in my chest
drowning so calmly and resigned to my fate
I could think of no sweeter way to go
The emotions you shake loose in me
becoming debris on the shore of your smile
Thank you so much to each and every one of you for your wonderful reception to my joint efforts with Sammosk to bring you new and interesting content! Is there something that we have created for you that is a favorite?
Do you prefer our collaborative poetry explosions over our fictional fantasies? Please feel free to chime in and let us know!