Even in my dreams, dear, I am sick of your
ghost.
You haunt me when my eyes close,
amidst the candy cane trees my mind
makes up; You stroll along the sea grass
laughing, like a hyena. You grab my hand
And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream,
a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick
as honey now. I can hear the bees.
They swarm, and I think suddenly that I can
feel pain in dreams, can you? You are silent,
I am under the buzzing wings, floating
Away from you. Your ghost is farther away
than ever, now. Sometimes
I wake: a bee stuck in my throat.















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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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"SHUT UP AND SMILE!!"
Rest in peace, Alex. I love you for now and for forever.
And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream,
a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick
as honey now. I can hear the bees.
is my favorite. Lovely.
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The Crown's Jewel
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
She is a recurring character in your poetry, isn't she? She reminds me almost exactly of someone from my childhood. I have written about her over and over again, but your poetry is so much more. I'm glad for it.
Thank you.
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Hi, I'm Emily.
I am glad I help. I would love to read the ones about your ghost girl..
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Do you still believe in stars?
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Do you still believe in stars?
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