Short Ghost Story-Chapter One

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I was never a believer in the supernatural.
That was back when I was alive. Before I became one of those things that go bump in the night. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, becoming the very thing you once dismissed as rubbish and scoffed at those who believed. I have to believe in ghosts now.
I am one of them, after all.
I shouldn’t be dead. I shouldn’t be a ghost. I shouldn’t be trapped in the house where I died, haunted by a couple of other ghosts who met a similar fate as mine as the hands of the same human monster. I should be a lively twenty-something spewing gibberish on social media and making bad choices and having one hell of a good job doing it. Instead, I am invisible to all but my own ghostly kind. And sometimes, their stories being repeated along with there insipid spineless personalities, being alone would be preferred.
It started with a guy named Brad. Oh, I thought Brad was good looking and smart and funny and I was so lucky when he deemed me fit to date. I was floating on air. When he asked me to move into his big rambling house, I could have done cartwheels down a main street of New York City stark naked out of pure joy. I was a very insecure person as a human. Brad was counting on it, I found out, later on.
A couple of months into living together, things started to change. He started to change. His light side turned dark. His human evaporated. He became suspicious, mistrusting, and often verbally cruel. He accused me of seeing other men if I so much as took a call or left the house. My joy quickly turned into fear. Fear of his explosive jealousy, yet fear that this amazingly good catch would tire of me and toss me into the street. Looking back, I can see I was pathetic and weak. At the time, though, Brad was the center of my world and that was all I could really see and focus upon. On top of all that, the weird old house seemed to have wiring issues as the lights flickered off and on randomly, and drafts from out of nowhere would knock things off of tables. Creepy as it was, I was too blindly smitten to be deterred by a silly old creaky house.
Maybe if I had paid attention to that gut feeling, maybe if I’d believed in things that go bump in the night, maybe if I’d seen Brad for the manipulative monster he is…Maybe, maybe, maybe. Now it’s all moot. I am a ghost, living with other ghosts. We are all victims of ‘accidental deaths’ at Brad’s hands. We all haunt this house, causing lights to flicker and glass items to smash on the floor, in an effort to vent our anger and frustration. We’ve often wondered why we haven’t just moved on, gone into that white light.
It seems some of us don’t move on at all when we face an unnatural death.
We have unfinished business with the living.

poem- Imperfect Me

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Your perfectionism chokes me
provokes me
you can only be who you are
why not afford me the same
I am imperfect and flawed
messily beautiful
chaotic my forte as is perfection
is yours
The more you push me to be
more like you
the more I don’t want to be
anything like you, I only
want you to let me be
and let me be me
The messiness you shun is
the tempest within me that
keeps the fire in me alive
who you are is smothering
the flame of who I am
Yet what do I do to quash
who you truly are
Nothing
You want perfection
you’ve knocked on the wrong door
and for these reasons it’s likely
my chaos and I will
vanish into our messy ether
your kingdom of order and control
and perfectionism
all yours to savor
while I go my own way and
shake off the joylessness
I felt being under your thumb of
control and perfection
I want to be free
I want to be chaotic and messy and
mostly
I just want to be imperfect me.

Poem- Monster

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monsters

I am the boogeyman in your closet
the monter under your bed
I am the bug crawling under your kinvor
the works crawling round in your head

I am the bad dreams
that you cannot escape
the living nightmare from which
you can never awake

I am the parasite in your bloodstream
The predator, your soul I will take
you may wither and die
before you ever wake

I am the carnivore
upon your soul I shall feed
Leaving you a husk
making you forever bleed

You run and run and run from me
in the end you will find
I am the monster inide you
from which you cannot hide

Fade To Light

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Space was needed so that we both could grow

whether you’d be back, I did not know

It was scary to not have my rock nearby

no one to make me laugh when I wanted to cry

Life in black and white without you

Stumbling around life, trying to get through

felt like a part of myself  had was MIA

and I was just too damn proud to say

I want and need you back in my life

Someone to patch me up when I walk into a knife

Now you’re back and and everything seems bright

faded to black without you, now it is fading to light