To clear away misunderstandings. This poem is about me. My feelings on watching my words given in care and the spirit of friendship being deleted from public Internet sites.
Where words stood
I am no more
Little pink stub
Scrubbing away
All that was me
Transformed to Specter
Haunting the place
In your memories
A veritable stain
You can't erase
To the Author's Note - Ooooooo, but you DID know what some would think and let them! - now didn't you?...chuckling here.
Vanishing works, comments, and disagreeable thoughts has long been a "truth" that some seem to believe they alone control. It always bites when I find it being done.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
It does indeed. I don't mind those who delete their own words.. But leave mine alone. :)
I sounds to me that your character passed away ( I hope it is not you ...Lol ) and left her ghost( Specter ) there to haunt or be in his memory forever.
Another one of your great writes ...:)
By the way ; A good word play too...:)
I am still breathing, Sami. :)
Thanks for everything.. I was a bit..ermmm.. Fast and loose wit.. read moreI am still breathing, Sami. :)
Thanks for everything.. I was a bit..ermmm.. Fast and loose with the naming of this piece. :D
11 Years Ago
It is good and different too...:)
11 Years Ago
Thank you again. Wasn't happy with that first line. Much better to me now. :)
What can I say? I enjoy writing.
Although I dabble in several different genres, I eventually end up back in the realm of Horror. Both pointing out the every day disguised "Monsters" among us and cre.. more..