Going back for Ghosts [2007]

This was essentially a poem for a contest before the major erase of the server. The contest gave lines that a poem was gonna be built around. I have marked them, and I think I remember correctly

 

Morning has not Awoken to listen, yet
as head lights and neon signs
pass me like flickering candle lights
driving the darkness away
for split moments at a time.
I'm driving recklessly;
selfishly;
stressing down my Memory Lane
Recognizing Past Ghost Travels
Hesitating,
but continuing.

The burnt out motor struggles;
wheels are down to bare rims;
Screaming to the surface
..Of Me,
of Time,
of Past,
of the road I'm on..
Trying to spark some reaction
to my paralyzed Mind.
They are scattering sounds on my Mind's freeway
Free Way..
Free?
As if Remembering this was ever a Choice.

Hands want to turn back;
turn away from the City of Ghosts
turn back from any road leading there..
but Memory pound into me;
as cut electrifying bits of waves and particles
and a Need pin me to a Destination of Past.
Leaving my Now, broken;
I'm burnt out; fuelled out
Structure carrying ripped pieces
breaking underneath
tugging at my roots
Preying upon them..

I have cried
oh gods, I have cried rivers.
Drowned overwhelmed and out-watered
in my own rain.
My shell withering like peeled off skin
as if the rain killed the backseat's leather
as I drive down this realm of Forgotten parts
AGAIN
..never reaching my goal..

My limbs decaying like long since bloomed daisies
leaving my Core all alone,
vulnerable;
naked..
Bending in the Wind.

I'm going back for Ghosts
I'm going back for Me

For there is the process of retaliation,
lying awake seemingly without retribution
in hands of ignorant and vivid Minds;
when the city sleeps in corners of Past
Forgotten Life but Remembering Loss.

Sunshine when the day breaks
is now the only Light
that can awake my blank Mind
and bring Clear Sight
to my Soul

Although my Morning,
[however longed for]
has no place in a city of ghosts;
thus has yet to awake and Listen

..to Me

Skye

 

Reviews

[daninstockholm]

Fy fan vad bra!!

Your writing and use of words reminds me of, in some way I can't explain, of a poetry teacher I had back home, while I was in college. His name is Primus St. John and you can find some of his work at www.poetryfoundation.org. I highly recommend his work, Anyway,, like i said,, very well written!!

[Skye Céibhfhionn]

Supertack :)

I will totally look him up - I actually recognize that name! Thank you sincerely for your review!

[daninstockholm]

you are very welcome!!

[Distant horizons]

Hmm,guess what? yeah... BRILLIANT WRITE. b back soon to readmore. Fantastic writes

[Bubo]

I always love your work, some times I feel you in a sense I share so many emotions you easily pen to paper, whereas I struggle, and this piece is almost violent in the struggle to keep mind together while facing ghosts........I love the strong use of metaphors, so strong, and the emotion is almost hitting you over the head, dragging you to confront your own ghosts.You are a very powerful writer, brilliant.....wish you lived near so we could share a coffee!

[red_saphyre]

this poem is incredible... i really liked it.... no actually i loved it... its really emotional.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This piece is amazingly well penned. Well done poet, well done.

[Michael X]

Incredible poem, I loved its supremely depth and leads the reader on a journey and passes by life, love, happiness, sadness, Togthereness and moments the heart has fallen apart, its enchanting as well,
because the wording is pure and vivid imagery combines with an emotional reflection artfully crafted
with the touch of passion, beauty, original ideas and soul. the graphic is is amazing as well as it
conceptualizes the meaning perfectly, just as graphics should, I can read your phenomonal poem
over and over, headlights and neon signs pass flicker like candlelights- such a stimulating image
of light in darkness, really opens the door, to read this poemis to fall into a dream state of thought.

[Kelley]

Well you must of backed everything up because this beautiful poem was saved.
I liked the way this flowed and you are right our stanza's do break in a different
way. I enjoyed the poem and look forward in reading more of your work.
Thanks for sharing.

Kelley