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- Created By phantomgirl21
THE GHOST WOMAN AND THE HUNTER
MY STORY IS BASED ON A SONG BY LACUNA COIL ABOUT A WOMAN WHO HAS LOST HER LOVER BUT STILL WAITS UPON HIS RETURN
STARING AT THE SUN NO RAYS FALL DOWN ON ME I'M FEELING LOST AND ALL ALONE WITHOUT YOU HERE MY DEAREST. (TEARS FALLING) I STARE AT YOUR PICTURE AND WONDER WHEN YOU WILL RETURN TO ME; IF YOU WILL RETURN TO ME...
I CALL YOU IN MY ARMS AS I LAY IN BED THAT NIGHT. IT IS A FRIDAY NIGHT AS I REMEMBER THE LAST WORDS HE SPOKE TO ME AND THEN I CRY AND CRY UNTIL ALL THE TEARS DRY AND I HAVE NO MORE ENERGY INSIDE ME. IT'S HARD TO LIVE IN THIS WAY, BUT I'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR SEVEN MONTHS NOW AND IT ISN'T GETTING ANY EASIER FOR ME.
EMBRACE IS UNREAL AT NIGHT IN MY DREAMS I SEE YOU STANDING ON OUR BALCONY AND I FEEL YOUR ARMS WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST THEN YOU KISS ME SOFTLY AND I CLOSE MY EYES AND I CRY. CALLING ON YOUR SINS MY DEAR YOU'RE HERE IN MY DREAMS THE TEARS FALL FROM MY EYES LIKE LITTLE CRYSTALS THAT BREAK AS THEY HIT THE FLOOR. WHEN I OPEN MY EYES YOU ARE NO LONGER THERE AND THE ONLY THING EMBRACING ME IS THE DARKNESS. I ASKED YOU NOT TO GO TO SEA FOR THE STORMS WERE TREACHEROUS, AND UPON WORD FROM THE LOCALS, THERE WAS TO BE A HURRICANE COMING IN TO MEET THE ISLAND. OH WHY DOES WORK CALL A MAN ESPCIALLY A MAN WHO DWELLS UPON THE SEA?
YOU'RE MOVING ON WE'LL NEVER BE APART THOUGH TRAGEDY HAS STRUCK MY HEART I STILL FEEL YOU AROUND ME. THERE'S A PLACE I'M NOT ALONE I SEE YOU IN THE MIRROR, I HEAR YOUR WHISPERS IN THE SHOWER, I FEEL YOU HOLD ME IN BED AT NIGHT AND IT COMFORTS ME. YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG YET THE YEAR HASN'T MET THE END; STILL I FEEL FOREVER SURROUNDS ME AND I GROW OLDER EACH DAY; EMPTY AND HOLLOW WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. YOU MAY NOT REGET DYING AT SEA, BUT I REGET IT FOR YOU. (SOFT SOBS)
JUST DRAIN MY TEARS I CRY ALOUD DRAIN MY WHOLE BODY RELEASE THE AGONY WITHIN I WANT TO BE WITH YOU AGAIN. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU WILL FEEL, DO, SAY, HOW YOU WILL REACT TO THE LOST OF A LOVED ONE. THE FIRST COUPLE OF MONTHS I CRIED LIKE A BABY, ON THE ARRIVAL OF THE THIRD MONTH I SAT ON THE BALCONY AND WAITED FOR YOU, WITH THE COMING OF THE FOURTH MONTH I STAYED IN BED KILLING MYSELF SLOWLY FOR I HADN'T EATEN ANYTHING NOURISHING SINCE THE SECOND MONTH. WITH THE FIFTH AND SIXTH MONTH LOOMING OVER ME I HAD GIVEN UP AND WANTED TO DIE, AND NOW THE SEVENTH MONTH HAS COME. I FEEL AS THOUGH I HAVE JUMPED OVER A GREAT HURDLE BY COPING WITH YOUR PASSING.
YOU'RE ON MOVING YOU'LL NEVER BE APART OF ALL MY TEARS I CRY ALOUD THIS IS WHERE I MEET REALITY; I SEPARATE THE TRUTH FROM FICTION. I REALIZE THAT IF I KEEP DREAMING IN THIS WAY I MAY LOSE MY MIND. I TRY TO PICTURE YOU HERE WITH ME AND I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE I GO. YOU ARE CONSTANTLY LINGERING WITHIN MY DREAMS AND IT IS ALRIGHT WITH ME. THUS, I FEEL OKAY SINCE YOU'VE JUST PAST AND I AM ENTITLED TO GRIEVE OVER THE LOST OF MY LOVER. YOUR WIFE MAY NOT BE GRIEVING OVER YOUR PASSING SHE NEVER LOVED YOUR SOUL. SHE LOVED THE THINGS YOU BROUGHT INTO HER LIFE. SHE WAS GREEDY AND WANTED MORE, BUT I ONLY WANTED YOU, SO AS I BEGIN WRITING THIS LETTER TO YOU, MY DEAR, I HOPE IT REACHES YOU BEFORE I DO SO THAT YOU MAY UNDERSTAND.
AND I'VE GOTTA BE MOVING ON I JOHNATHAN, THE BUTLER OF THE LADY'S ESTATE, AM READING THIS TO YOU HER DAUGHTER BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT CLOSURE. YES HE WAS YOUR FATHER AND YOUR MOTHER LOVED HIM TREMENDOUSLY. SHE WROTE THIS AS A PEACEFUL WAY TO GO WITH YOUR FATHER WHO DIED AT SEA. SHE PUT ON THE FAVORITE GOWN HE LOVED TO SEE HER IN THEN SHE WALKED OUT ALONG THE BEACH INTO THE WATERS, AND NEVER RETURNED TO SHORE. YOU MAY CRY NOW FOR YOUR MOTHER, BUT UNDERSTAND THE HARDSHIP SHE FACED EACH DAY AS SHE REALIZED THAT HER HUSBAND, YOUR FATHER, WAS TRULY AND WITHOUT A DOUBT DEAD AND RESTING IN THE SEAS. MAY THIS LETTER COMFORT YOU IN SOME WAY AS IT IS IN YOUR MOTHER'S WRITING AND HER LAST DYING WORDS. UNDERSATND THAT SHE LOVED YOU DEARLY AND WANTED TO KNOW YOU MORE, BUT THAT WAS NOT TO BE. SHE GAVE YOU TO YOUR AUNT AND TOLD HER TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU ALL IN THAT LETTER, AND NOW MY DEAR, YOU ARE THE BENEFICIARY OF THE WILL IT IS IN YOUR HANDS NOW
DAUGHTER:
PFFFT I CARE NOTHING ABOUT THAT! WHERE'S THE MONEY THAT SHE LEFT FOR ME? I HAVE NOTHING TO GRIEVE OVER, AND SO I'VE GOTTA BE MOVING ON...
Naughtiness Becomes You
NAUGTHINESS BECOMES YOU Running out of breath and air Trybin reaches for the last stone on the wall and climbs up. He was lucky to escape with his life after the night he’d had. His ...TROUBLE (You Know I Don't Love You)
Okay This is my second entry to a different prompt.
A stench in the air
Dried old meat rotting in the bin
Yeah that's the way I think of you now
A torn piece of scrap paper
A broken doll with only one eye
Yeah that's the way I see you now
Breaking up is hard to do
When all you do is leave me lonely
Saying sorry means nothing to me anymore
Because now I finally see you for what you truly are
A ripped heart like the one in my chest
A worn out empty treasure chest
A blade of grass ripped from the Earth
Yes this is the way I know you now
A broken television set
A busted radio antenna
A lamp that no longer keeps light
Yes this is the way I will remember you now
When all you do is leave me lonely
Saying sorry means nothing to me anymore
Because now i finally see you for what you truly are
A release from your grasp
A light shining in the dark
A door now opens for me
I can now walk freely through
I can now learn my way out from under you
When all you do is leave me lonely
I now see what is true
And it feels great to say
You know...I don't LOVE you
Anymore
To Die For: I'm Glad I Didn't Know
Asha decided that going for a walk was the best way to get over the feeling of loosing her mind. She blankly walked along the pathway until she came to the fork in the road. There she broke down and cried.
"I didn't mean to do it. This wasn't my fault I said stop it!!" She cried out in agony. She stood walking slowly to the left deciding that this was the path for her to take. Everything in her life was spiraling out of control rapidly. There was no one but her now. She was alone. After a couple of hours of walking everything went dark right before her eyes. A smile crossed her face and her pace began to quicken; in fact she smiled all the way to the river's edge. She'd heard the stream from the left path at the fork, a reason she took this path in the first place. At the edge she stopped short, peered down into the bluish waters rushing against the rocks farther out. Her smiled widened to a grin bearing yellowish/black teeth then, without hesitation, she jumped into the waters washing away all the pain and the bad things she'd ever faced in life. Just three days before she'd killed everyone in her family except for her four month old baby brother Saeka. He'd been lying in his crib sound asleep as Asha stole into the night; drowning herself in the river behind an old barn. As his grandmother told ten year old Saeka of his past and why his mother father, and sister weren't alive all he could say in the end were these cold words; innocent, yet chilling getting even the most simple-minded person to understand.
"I'm glad I didn't know...Asha. I'm perfectly happy she forgot me. I'm glad I didn't know her."
KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
This is just a poem dedicated to children who are lost out there; who've been rejected or abandonded. It's for the runaways and for the children out there on the streets who have passed on. It just simply says they are around us they dwell within our spaces but only at night. I hope those who read this understands it and I hope you also enjoy it. I love it a lot and I just had to post it for all to see and just feel what I felt for those kids out there in the world who are all alone.
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
LIVE ON THROUGH THE NIGHT
THEY CALL
THEY DON'T CRY
HEARING THE ICE BITE
THEY WALK
THEY DON'T CRAWL
STAND TALL
THEY DON'T SCARE
THEY FALL
THEY DON'T CHANGE
FEEL SILENCE NOT PAIN
THEY KEEP THE WITCHING HOUR
CONTAINING ALL ITS POWER
THEY LIVE ON
THROUGH THE NIGHT
ONLY SEEING THEIR EYES
THEY BLEED THE HOUR DRY
FOREVER ALL IN SPITE
THEY ARE THE UNTAMED
THEY ARE THE UNMANAGED
HEAR GHOST WHISPERS SINGING
THEIR SAD LULLABY
FOREVER INDEBTED HERE
THEY'LL NEVER DISAPPEAR
KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY FALL DOWN
BUT NO HEARS THEIR TEARS
CALLING OUT
ATTENTION
IN THE SHADOWS THEY LIVE
FIND ME IN THE BLACKEST RIVER
COVER MY EYES
AND SING THE WITCHING HOUR LULLABY
KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
FORSAKEN IN THIS LIFE
THEY FEEL BUT NOT FELT
FOR THEY ARE COLD AS ICE
ABANDONED IN TIME
KIDS OF THE SOLEMN HOUR
A STOLEN MIND
THEIR SOULS CAN'T REACH
THE OTHER SIDE
THEY ARE NUMB
BUT STILL YOU FEEL
THEIR SHALLOW BREATHS
A REMINDER THAT
ONE DAY THEY WILL
LIVE AGAIN
WILL YOU WAKE THEM
TO HEAR THEIR LAST WORDS SPOKEN
WILL YOU FOLLOW THEM
TO THEIR WORLD THAT'S BROKEN
KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY FALL
THEY FALL
KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY CALL
THEY CALL
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
CRAWLING THROUGH THIS LIFE
THEY PLAY INTO THE NIGHT
BELIEVE THEM IN THEIR SIGHT
THEY TOUCH WITHOUT FEELING
THEIR HEARTS NO LONGER REELING
THEY HOLD THE UNSTEADY
THEY WALK AMONGST US ALL
A FEELING THEY ARE READY
TO COME AND GREET THE WORLD
ONCE MORE
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY FALL
THEY FALL
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY CALL
THEY CALL
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
