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Ghost Story
And something did go horribly wrong, all wrong in every way. First, it started when I spilled my coffee all over my work shirt. Work was rough too, every customer was such a pain and it felt like the day was moving in slow motion. I was happy to go home but too happy it seems. I got a speeding ticket for going 45 in a 30. Finally when I reached home the previous mishaps were simple inconveniences compared to what was to come. I got home to see my dog had gotten into some of the grapes I left on the counter and died. I had the dog taken away and grieved for my sweet friend. As I grieved I realized the same sensation as the nights before. A cold shift in the temperature, heavy pressure in the air as if I was being pushed into my bed. My thoughts began to race as I juggled my days inconvenience, my animals death and the horrid feeling that ate at my stomach. My gut told me to run, get out and get as far as I could from this place. However, I had nowhere to go and no money to rent anywhere else. I dealt with it, trying to find some rest closing my eyes. I could not relax, every few minutes or so I could feel the breeze of something moving over my body. As I opened my eyes nothing was there, my heart raced and I could not calm myself down. After hours of this I gave up on sleeping, battling the pressure of the air and the guy feelings that told me to get out in all capital letters. I began to read and as I did the lights began to flicker, I could almost feel the tension in the air. Where was it coming from? How could I stop it?
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
The City.
A city is not what, necessarily, I want, but perhaps it is exactly what I need. Endless noise and inconsequential chatter. Bodies pushing past each other to make it to locations you’ll never know, and it doesn’t matter. A boardgame land with moves to make or break.
By daphne gray2 years ago in Poets
Catching Up With Friends
This poem is dedicated to anyone that reads my work. Most importantly though it is dedicated to those that I know regularly read my work. I apologize for not responding as quickly as I usually do to comments. If a couple months ago someone told me I’d be writing so much lately that it would be hard to keep up with the comments, I’d say they were crazy. I’d especially like to thank(in no particular order) Judey, Randy, Dharrsheena, Judey, Cathay, Babs, Oneg, Mike, Cendrine, Grz, Paul, Heather, Jazzy
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
