Ghosts

I stand in your way.

You look down.


You don't hear me.

I yell.


You run away.

I chase.


You don't see me.

I throw things.


You don't care?

I break things.


I am a ghost.

But it is you who haunt me.


Ghosts just want to be seen.

This poem I just wrote.

Common sense is not so common.

Humanity is not so humane.

Anger isn't so angry,

it's more like amplified pain.


The forgotten never forget

The broken never take brakes

Eyes never cry,

Heartache simply aches.

Angry phase vs Angry face

An angry phase can be quite productive.

An angry face is not.

Don't confuse the two.

Feelings...the analogy.

Sometimes, it really isn't you, it's them.

Sometimes you JUST don't understand & have to accept that you never will.

Sometimes you get to hurt... But at least you're feeling. Tears are a sign that you're alive, breathing & feeling. It's what they wait for when you're born...to hear you cry. It says you're human. It says you're alive. When you're a child, you don't know why you cry or why it hurts, you just know it does. You don't know what you're feeling, good or bad. You just know when it's good, you like it & when it's bad, you cry. When you grow up, you start connecting your emotions. You identify them with actions, consequences & situations. You acknowledge them, try not to let them drive you around or you get lost... But you sure as shit don't handcuff them, gag them & stuff them in the trunk & pretend they don't exist. Because they do. They exist & if you pretend they don't, they're back there screaming to get out, crying, begging & pleading. Some people do that, however. They shove their emotions in the trunk, turn the radio up & keep driving. The screams get louder, they're crying & driving around & end up somewhere & they're not sure how. What they don't realize is, no matter how high you turn up the music or try to block them out, they're still there. Then, all of a sudden, they're overwhelmed & disconnected. The tears, the pain, the love... But they can't feel it because they don't know how, they've kept it locked in the trunk far too long.

I'm happy to say my emotions, my feelings sit in the passenger seat, perhaps intoxicated, attempting to take over the steering wheel at times. But I can see them, deal with them, occasionally they distract me. Sometimes I forget to put a seatbelt on them to keep them safe, sometimes they give shitty directions... But they pick the best music & have made for some of the most unforgettable, unregrettable trips/journeys of my life.