My hands scrape the cold ground
Digging for the final exhale
Which to shake the Earth
Punish time
Take this down
Absolve us
Of all this we've
Become
Let go
Of the benign
Indifference
You hold in your mouth
We are ghosts
In this place
With nothing
To haunt
Our time punished
Through broken lens
Without understanding
We all let go
Sometimes
Or try to
Attempted facade
A slow dance
Running from dreams
A lethargic assault
Tumbling over
The broken
And reckless
Until the time
We are caught
In stillness
In understanding
In difference
Now, what do you see
Nothing
I caress your cheek
Explore your eyes
We really don't know
Do we

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Nope…we don’t know a shit. Even the scientists can’t figure out how our minds or feelings working…
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Exactly. Once we accept the fact everyone is full of shit, life becomes much simpler.
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Haha Yep 😂✌️
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Love the poem 💕👌
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Thank you!
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This is so easy to understand how being a ghost and being stuck on this side of the veil would make it hard to touch your loved one and have them feel you brush against them !!
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Very true. Thank you for reading and commenting, it is much appreciated.
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I enjoy ghost stories and also have written many posts about ghosts.
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Wow, this is beautiful. I love your style and your expression!
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I really appreciate that, thank you very much.
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You’re welcome
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So Good!!!!!!!
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Thank you!
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Such a nice piece of writing.
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Thank you my friend.
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Welcome.
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Nice…and true.
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Thank you for reading!
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Beautifully expressed
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Thank you.
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Welcome
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You wrote a beautiful post! 🙂 It was the ‘first’ ghost story I’ve ever read here on WP. I related to your expressions = nice style of writing. I confess: “Your comment on how we all are FOS was the best laugh of my day.” 🙂
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Thank you very much, I really appreciate you reading and commenting.
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Awesome 👏🏻👏🏻
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Thanks!
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I don’t know why, but the second stanza made me think of society, and how we are constantly looking at phones, not aware of our surroundings, giving ghosts nothing to haunt.
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I like that, it’s a very fitting interpretation. Thank you.
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Absolutely, it’s my pleasure.
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Another perfect one. Love it!
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Thanks.
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Such a beautiful piece.
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Thank you.
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‘Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it’.
Visions of Johanna ~ Bob Dylan
To me, it is something
when a poem leads me
to reminisce along the
lines of a songs, by Bob Dylan
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To invoke the Bob is to have accomplished something.
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Its difficult to let go, but letting go opens new doors.
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Very true, thank you.
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☺
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Our brain is so complicated no one would ever know what is inside us. Loved it
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True. Thank you very much!
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My pleasure
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“Attempted facade
A slow dance
Running from dreams
A lethargic assault
Tumbling over
The broken
And reckless
Until the time
We are caught
In stillness
In understanding
In difference”
Amazing. Especially the last line. In difference. Indifference. Seriously such great imagery throughout the piece.
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Thank you, I really do appreciate that.
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Nice overtures…❤❤❤
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Thank you very much!
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Stories, I love the depth of this piece. How wide is the gap between the empirical and the theoretical?
“We really don’t know
Do we”
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I think when it comes down to it, we don’t know anything. I wonder if someday we will.
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What amazing, deep thoughts you have, Stories. This was a haunting and wonderful piece to read.
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Why thank you. Nice to see you around.
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I had to come back, I missed your thoughts too much haha.
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Excellent poem! 🙂
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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This is so deep and meaningful! 😊
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Thank you very much!
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😊
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❤
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You are so incredibly talented. I love your writing. Although, I am full of shit, so take that for what you will.
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Wow this is some deep stuff, it’s incredible.
I reallly enjoyed this peice.
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Thank you very much, I really appreciate that!
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Damn this hit me hard. Beautiful piece
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Thank you, that means a lot to me.
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My pleasure of course
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Went through your blog and👏👏here!…awesome
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That is very kind of you to say, thank you very much!
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You are welcome
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A true masterpiece. Bravo!
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Thank you very much!
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