still

the music blared and reverberated through the entire hall.
cheers erupted, decibels rose.
still, silence pressed in onto my ears.
a weight so heavy i couldnt bear.
quiet as a ghost, still as a statue, i whispered my first prayer in months.

pest

fuck your debates.

if you think this entry is about you, think again.

ghostofyou

the ghost of the past knocks and haunts
its voice reverberating from its shroud beneath
the wrinkled ugly skin stretches to cover up the rotten flesh.
of past, of what used to be of beauty.
is that what we’ll all to become?