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hardcorechick28
Jan 29, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

From The Eyes of A Ghost

The inevitable end
Comes to us all

When Grim
Reaches out his hand
And takes us
To the Summerland

Through cement homes
We are given
Freedom to roam
Seeing the world
Through transparent eyes

We are the whispers
You hear
Turn around
No one is there
The silent partners
That push you
Through the day

We are the bump
In the night
That sometimes
Give you a fright

Rarely ones to scare
Just a subtle reminder
Your loved ones
Are still there
— hardcorechick28, Jan 29, 2010

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Mark

Mark

16 years 4 months ago

Ghost Angel

Seems close resemblance ;) This is a perfect write for me. Great all the way down. I just enjoyed this pure and simple. Mark "some things change, some things do not"
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hardcorechick28

16 years 4 months ago

thank you

for your high praise!!! I am finding the simplest writes turn out to be some of my best. Some of mine tend to be more complicated. The ghost friends I have made tend to be on the simpler side so when I write about them, it is reflected. Thank you.
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 4 months ago

Ghost eyes...

I think you are right on! Your simple write was great! Just curious about the statement of Cement homes, giving us the freedom to roam, seeing the world thru transparent eyes. ??? Is that the ghosts? Mausoleums? ~ Gee
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hardcorechick28

16 years 4 months ago

i was

referring to mausoleums. You know how much I love them!!!! The ghosts watch from their cement homes thru transparent eyes....some of them get to come out and play. Glad you enjoyed it