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  • ghoulfrost 1h

    We grow distant with each and every escaping breath
    And I'm afraid you may have found love somewhere else instead.
    We clicked, beautiful magic we created, such lovely poetry
    Your wolf, my Moon; wasn't that like make-believe, romantic movie scenes
    You picked me up when I fell, laughed it off when I stepped on your shoe
    You knew that I am an awkward dancer, new to this love tune
    Insecure of how the other felt, if this was just another ploy, actors in a play
    Lord knows I prayed that it wasn't, see, we've both been burnt by the flames
    Shy and hungry for love, we came out, like closet lovers getting bold
    And boy, did we make the stars dull in comparison to the way we shone
    But everything comes out under the sun, and I was not made to be glow
    That's your ting, Darling, and I'm the darkness; your eons-old foe
    My love for you was planetary, but like a true Uchiha, I am devastation.
    You made (and still make) me swoon and stagger like a psychedelic cocktail potion
    This is the part where I should say that no one else will love you like I can
    But you see, I never understood why people said that; there are pearls, you and then there is me, sand
    The point of that funny catchphrase is lost on me, no one wants to find a lover like their last
    Leave the heart of shattered glass and frozen ice, find you a body of chiseled silk and heart of sugary milk
    So many words to tell you, so little time
    Though it isn't entirely true, you are only one to read between (not beneath) my lines
    Godspeed, my dear...but it'd be best for you if you saw me as only a flash.
    Perhaps you were right; men are scum, but boys like me, we are far lesser than even trash.
    You will never need to sleep with the lights on ever again
    I realise now that my darkness leaves quite a damning stain
    Lay with me one last time, I love you, I really don't know why but I do
    No, run away, I am not the one you want or need, I exist only to hurt you.
    This might be the last time you ever see me pen down my tiring speech
    Perhaps it may not be, but off you go, my love, you are free to breathe.

    Yours truly, now gone,
    Mr. Frost.
    ©ghoulfrost

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    We grow distant,
    every moment of my cold air intake,
    with each escaping breath.....
    but off you go, my love, you are free to breathe.
    ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 1d

    Lonely girl by the window
    Looking out on the world
    As ever alone in her room
    By the window sits the girl

    Lovely lady, lonely girl
    Sitting by the window, all to herself
    Sad songs and the stories she'd tell
    Of cigarette burns and teary wells

    She watches from the window
    As the world passes her by
    As always alone in her room
    She sits by the window and cries

    Bite the bullet, bang like a Beretta
    Heartbreaks are shots of Johnny Walker
    Swoon in stupor, when the party's over
    Beauty hides in stained sheets of the beholder

    Lonely girl by the window
    Sits at the window and dreams
    And hopes that life for her
    Isn’t as despairing as it seems

    Broken hearts are quiet works of arts
    Telling the tales of black tears
    Through divine eyes; watch them cry
    Aided by tasty pills and crashing glass

    She watches from the window
    Wishing in her lonely solitude
    With all the hope in her heart
    That one day she will be rescued

    Lonely lover, lonely girl
    Told she was stupid, she needed a quick fix
    Disney princesses still take hits
    Only this one will rise like a Phoenix
    ©ghoulfrost

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    Lovely lady, lonely girl
    Sitting by the window, all to herself
    Sad songs and the stories she'd tell
    Of cigarette burns and teary wells














    Broken hearts are quiet works of arts
    Aided by tasty pills and crashing glass
    ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 2d

    I grow weary of listening to the screams,
    They never leave.
    I am tired of the hurting,
    It never stops.
    I am tired of being lost,
    Lonely as an exiled wolf in the cold Arctic tundra.
    I am tired of that emptiness,
    Overwhelmingly calm as it chokes me.
    I am tired of having to watch people turn monsters,
    Or is it monsters that turn into people?
    This days I do not know.
    I am tired of knowing I am losing it,
    Certain that my mind's crumbling and it's inevitable.
    I am tired of the helplessness,
    That drowning emotion that repeats itself like an ouroboros circle
    I am tired of living in the darkness,
    Knowing it's wrong and yet accepting its comfort.
    I am tired of calculating possibilities,
    Never knowing true surprise; never leaving disappointment.
    Perhaps it is the pain, the rage, the fear,
    Which one controls me?
    Perhaps it's too much
    Sometimes, I want to let go.
    I don't want to explode.
    Yes, perhaps it's the pain.
    I do not remember how to distinguish love from pain.
    I am not sure I ever knew the difference.

    If I could end it all, if I had the courage to do it,
    Or maybe if I was weak enough to do it,
    I would.
    But whether it is because deep down I'm a snivelling scared little coward,
    Or something else,
    I can't.
    I just trudge on, through the murk, like a wounded dog that just won't die.
    I think I know why she called me that now.
    I stare at the strangely familiar ceiling.
    I seem lost....


    Then I remember his words, those words that come to me every night when my nightmares take hold of me like a vice grip, and the pain weighs me down like a savage Ursa Major,
    Those words ring in my head right before I die, right before I wake up:
    "They kill each other with their love.
    That's how it is, all over the world."
    ©ghoulfrost

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    I grow weary of listening to the screams,
    They never leave.
    I am tired of the hurting,
    It never stops........

    I am tired of having to watch people turn monsters,
    Or is it monsters that turn into people?
    This days I do not know.

    ....
    Those words ring in my head right before I die, right before I wake up:
    "They kill each other with their love.
    That's how it is, all over the world."
    ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 4d

    A feeling is needed
    Without one, a man would go crazy
    Pain has always been my medicine
    Whenever i fell sick with a case of fantasy
    Cuts in the dark, scars in the light
    Hide them all well, nostalgic as it seems
    Does the feeling ever go away?
    Crimson stains on a canvas of shattered memories

    What exactly am I to you,
    The Man in Black or just another Johnny Cash?
    The ones I love have a habit of leaving
    These words are your souvenirs of my past
    Best you run and hide,
    The monsters don't care for you, sweet child

    Each tally is for ten of my lies
    Count it up and I will draw your beautiful eyes
    Perhaps the truth is just another farce
    I did make it a point never to trust my mind
    You'll become another, then another will be someone else
    and I will be locked, still in this dark cell

    What exactly am I to you,
    The Man in Black or just another Johnny Cash?
    The ones I love have a habit of leaving
    These words are your souvenirs of my past
    Best you run and hide,
    The monsters don't care for you, sweet child

    Time devours all in its wake
    Rewrite the past and still, I'd make it down this way.
    ©ghoulfrost




    Inspired by the song "Hurt" performed by Johnny Cash.


    Mind if I borrowed your writing style Mr Avitaj @allbymyself ?

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    What exactly am I to you,
    The Man in Black or just another Johnny Cash?
    The ones I love have a habit of leaving
    This words are your souvenirs of my past
    Best you run and hide,
    The monsters don't care for you, sweet child

    Time devours all in its wake
    Rewrite the past and still, I'd make it down this way.
    ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 1w

    The last in this trilogy,
    Or was it just the first of the stories?



    #chaos
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork

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    Watching a race for the survival of the fittest
    Blood splatters, sharks assemble into a frenzy of chaos
    Chunks and bits ripped, leaving bones once where there was skin
    Then on each beast, another feeds, cannibalistic tendencies kick in
    Everything looks good on the dinner table if you think you're hungry enough to live
    We regard ourselves as the woke sheep yet how so easy we turn into wolves to prove how right we are, leaving mighty scars on the old and the weak
    Every race has a new disease; the Plague, the smoke and the soot, the technology we desired and built
    One wonders if anyone wishes to be alone with the way we advocate for tolerance and still secretly yearn for violence, a savagery, they told me, sickens them.
    Raise a hand in class and watch how the eyes will turn and stab you through
    Debates might as well be wars; one decimates the landscape and leaves corpses,
    The other commits psychic executions of budding minds, in a bid to determine the truth; nobody wins.
    There's a problem with my standpoint on this; it denotes I am weak and gives off an illusion that I'm different.
    Fingerprints of varying patterns still carry out the same crimes,
    And now you may realise that it's a cycle that repeats, continuing in perpetuity.
    Freedom and slavery are not so different as they seem to be.
    It all matters on your perspective.
    ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 1w

    For one to understand, one must first read the one that came before.
    For one to truly see, one must be blind.

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    It has become something to be debated, like every other notion and action introduced into a society.
    Gravestones are lit up in lights so bright you'd think it was the city of Paris,
    Attracting every lonely fly, in droves, to them.
    Death is celebrated, especially if it's done by the person in question.
    You know I'm referring to suicide so don't act so surprised.
    Youngers are now taught the easiest path to peace is at the edge of a blade, the tip of a syringe and the taste of a pill.
    Olders sit from chairs of fear and judge harshly on how quitting is never the answer.
    The "wise" ones now debate on "the Whys and the Why nots", repeating the words so many ways, the message begins to seem like it different.
    It has become a weapon, taking your life, to punish the ones you think are responsible for your issues.
    " Here, have a gun and blow your brains sky-high, shove the knife deep in your heart,
    Make sure you twist the blade in deep till you feel better, put the barrel so far up your throat the bullet can kiss your brains right before it leaves"
    "Tie that knot well, like a good little Boy Scout, make sure the noose can squeeze the air out of your lungs as it makes love to your neck when you slip it on"
    "No, that's not how you cut your wrists, you're doing it all wrong, you need to slide it nice and easy over the skin, if not the attention you want won't be given, the point is leave this pain behind but won't it be fun to see the first person who has to call this in puke all over the floor in repulsive fear? So slash it just below the palm,
    There, there, it hurts, inn'it? It will soon be over.
    All it takes is about five minutes or twenty-five, depending if you followed my directions precisely,
    You'll never have to worry or lay restless on your bed ever again"

    How beautiful does that sound?
    Now I'm the bad guy, because you read what I wrote and breakfast, if you did eat one, now seems like a bad idea, oh, with the way your stomach's churning.
    Ha ha.
    ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 1w

    If I do give in, if I submit to the voices,
    Forget that I did,
    And help those who will.



    Take a trip with me to the darkness,
    Walk past the gates of the psychological challenged,
    Straight into the Quicksands of depression, right beside the swamps of agony.
    Let me show you just how it is on the other side where we live.
    Rationality does not work here, there are no service cables for it.
    Logic becomes a phantom limb; you know it's not there but it feels like it is.
    Your hatred and rage spreads itself thin cus' its never enough to focus it on yourself and the rest of the world, so you stop dividing it sometimes and have it put on a schedule.
    Hate yourself when you can't fight your way out and you feel too weak, drowning in self pity
    Hate them when you don't understand why no one will try helping you, even though you will refuse aid if they gave it, hate them when they judge and laugh and look at you with scorn.
    Contempt becomes an ally and attention is mistook as the objective of your struggles.
    It sometimes is, but you detest the thoughts of it.
    You fall in love with addictions, creating a toxic symbiotic relationship in which you are the host, the victim, the vector and the needy lover, all in one.

    Then comes along the suicidal tendencies, the one the media preaches to you as the solution, even as they condemn it.
    The sepulcris luminis that reside in every town, city, state, country, continent and, to me, every planet, begin to speak to you like a fireman's call out and your frail bones begin to give in to the message, to the soothing voice of the sirens and the incessant ramblings of the voices.
    Sometimes, if you are lucky enough, even though luck is non existent when it comes down to the nitty gritty, you survive this and you thrive in this darkness, or you escape and get to live the rest of your pitiful life in the light all while fighting off the shadows that call to you every night as you fall asleep.
    Sometimes, you give in and get sucked in, never to be seen again.
    Sometimes you end up like me, always on the edge of the cliff, afraid of the doubtful certainty that you'll fall off one of these days,
    But until them, you take on those demons each and simultaneously,
    All within the darkness.
    Welcome, mate.
    Let's begin.
    ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 1w

    Taking a cue from Mr Avitaj @allbymyself, I will be posting a new poem every day, or one every two days.
    If you'd like that, or you fancy reading this stuff, just turn on the notifications or ask that I tag you in the comments below.
    If you have reservations about this action, or you've made any observations concerning this stuff, make it known in the comments section.

    If you have any poet that you think deserves some notice or at the very least, a repost, just mention it in the comments section.

    Thank you.
    . From ©ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 1w

    If you think I write good stuff, you should run off and check @iwokeupblack → She's Miss Ir3n3.
    She writes much more for the heart than I do.

    #pod #writersnetwork

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    What's supposed to be the truth, you realize, is only relatable, from a standpoint
    It's what you mull over in your head, trying decipher if it's really as they say it
    As it comes out the mouth
    Sweet and serenading like a siren's lament
    Or just a lie that has learned to disguise itself fantastically for the telling
    What's the truth, really, when all you've known are lies that come out so sweet and exaggerated facts that are never revealed...
    Take a truth, break it apart, find its heart and somehow decipher if truly it was not conceived in deceit....
    If the utterer or conjurer had plans to have you fooled with it, test your patience or actually meant it.
    It's baffling how distrust begins to factor in when you listen to what someone says to you,
    but the trick, the trick
    Is to watch out for the eyes that never seem to balance on you, watch out for how their eyeballs bounce off anything else in the room
    The beads of sweat racing down their foreheads to see which one is fast enough to expose the lie, the twitchy palms lifting to flick them away, silence them for good
    Ah, lies leave signs, signs of the shivers and signs of the rain, still,
    There are some who do it so easy you'd think they were made for it, never ashamed,
    If you're on the line and they on the other, will you still be able to read between the lines?
    Will you be able to see the disguise, or left to your mind, will the truth be denied?

    Ir3n3
    &
    ghoulfrost

  • ghoulfrost 2w

    Would anyone like for me to write about the concept of truth?

    Comment below, if you wish me to do so.
    ...... ................. ...................©ghoulfrost