A writer’s mind…

[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

…I just wanted to rhyme “I feel awake” with “I feel like cake”.

I’m either hungry or sleepy, I can’t decide.

Title: Haunting Me
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One person, one ghost, one story between them.
Note: Not the poem I intended, but it works.


I bathe with the shadows and the cobwebs,
the dusty, fragile, fine and torn silk.
I eat with the spiders and insects,
I sleep with the pain of the past.

The stairs creak and groan,
as I move slowly up the spiraling stairs.
Listening to the echoing memory,
of long forgotten days.

I watch as rivers of withered blood,
spill over my slippered feet
and screams of a dying moment,
play to a missing beat.

The nightmares tear at my mind,
dreams scratching at my cheek.
My soul cry’s out for purification,
while my flesh weeps for the weak.

Images dance and sing,
calling back what time will fetch.
The barren tress whisper delicately,
cracked glass causing the wind to keen.

I lay beside a skeletal grave,
his hand I take as I escape.

The haunting is faded,
the effort shown.
His message is broken,
recipient unknown.

A warning, a blessing,
a memoir, a tale.
Cracked and broken lips,
silent whispers…

The story of a ghost.

Title: Until You…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: From the cold to the warmth with one easy step
Notes: Inspired by someone close to my heart…and then blatently used in an rpg.

I lay alone, cold and naked,
cuts weeping and bleeding,
heart barren and torn…
until you…

I was frozen, empty,
cold, heartless and cruel.
Love was a game, a seduction,
until you…

I dreamt of destruction,
of power and glory.
I dreamt of slaves and
unwilling toys…

Until you…

I feel warm. I feel awake.
I feel aware I feel joy.
I feel tomorrow’s dawn.

I need you. I want you.
I love you. I desire you.
I worship you. I savor you.
I miss you. I crave you.

A dream, an absent wish
of a diffrent reality.
That was my world was…
until you…

You tore down the walls
and made your own tower.
You mended the pieces,
and showed me a new path.

You broke through
forbidden locks,
and turned the black and white
into colour.

I was dead…

Until you.

*snorts* I feel like cake…fucking hell I’m insane.