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Self Portrait. It's taken a long time for me to want to submit this. Took the shot and wrote the poem just over a month ago...

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Poem for a ghost.

I've taken to sleeping with the backdoor open
No more fear of midnight silence broken
By unseen shadows in the doorway of my bedroom.

He clicked his fingers and she jumped
80 feet in to the air.
Not knowing that beneath her
There was nothing really there.
He told her not to love him
But she did it any way.
And the ground came up to meet her
The same sheets in which she lay.

You lost your mind amidst the glitter
Of far off stars.
Starfucker.
I'm not bitter.
Heart and body bleed
For what is lost.
Love the taste of your neck.
Addicted to your fury.
Drive you wild
With my gentle teeth.
Sad that I won't get to touch you any more
But lets face it, I wasn't made to be your travelling, live-in whore.

Eyes shut:
Hot breath on my neck.
Red scarf over your eyes to shield the morning light that shines through broken blind slats.
Warmth and bliss.
Make me purrr.

Eyes open:
Empty air.
Tracing the outline of your ghost shape.
Hollow arms and empty chests.
Scratches like track marks.
Say sorry but I'm not.

Do you stop loving
When the plane takes flight?

I gave you me.

Bat man. Broken man
You'll never find
Your missing heart
Amidst the sharks
And shining smiles.
So I watch
And maybe wait.
Quietly, without complaint.
Maybe you'll be too long.
Maybe I'll be gone.
I tried with all my might
To fight.

Trust in what?
Your delicate dark eyes,
I brought you from hell
To Heaven.
Into my hell:
Private dark
In which I rise
Like a dangerous phoenix.
Born from the Flames,
To sleep with the backdoor open
And love with the birdsong.

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Description
Self Portrait. It's taken a long time for me to want to submit this. Took the shot and wrote the poem just over a month ago...

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Poem for a ghost.

I've taken to sleeping with the backdoor open
No more fear of midnight silence broken
By unseen shadows in the doorway of my bedroom.

He clicked his fingers and she jumped
80 feet in to the air.
Not knowing that beneath her
There was nothing really there.
He told her not to love him
But she did it any way.
And the ground came up to meet her
The same sheets in which she lay.

You lost your mind amidst the glitter
Of far off stars.
Starfucker.
I'm not bitter.
Heart and body bleed
For what is lost.
Love the taste of your neck.
Addicted to your fury.
Drive you wild
With my gentle teeth.
Sad that I won't get to touch you any more
But lets face it, I wasn't made to be your travelling, live-in whore.

Eyes shut:
Hot breath on my neck.
Red scarf over your eyes to shield the morning light that shines through broken blind slats.
Warmth and bliss.
Make me purrr.

Eyes open:
Empty air.
Tracing the outline of your ghost shape.
Hollow arms and empty chests.
Scratches like track marks.
Say sorry but I'm not.

Do you stop loving
When the plane takes flight?

I gave you me.

Bat man. Broken man
You'll never find
Your missing heart
Amidst the sharks
And shining smiles.
So I watch
And maybe wait.
Quietly, without complaint.
Maybe you'll be too long.
Maybe I'll be gone.
I tried with all my might
To fight.

Trust in what?
Your delicate dark eyes,
I brought you from hell
To Heaven.
Into my hell:
Private dark
In which I rise
Like a dangerous phoenix.
Born from the Flames,
To sleep with the backdoor open
And love with the birdsong.

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