a story of a love that haunts you...
In corners dark where lurk the tears,
Lie cobweb memories of shame.
Nyctophilia: love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
@hanniecakes
Yesterday in class, we had a conversation about memories, ghosts, and people turning into ghosts. So, here is a little something about that.
When would he realize no one else could see her? How scary loneliness can be on the mind.
Still at it. If you’re a fan of gothic Victorian creepiness, give it a read. Day 9
Winter days that stretch for so long leaving the soul tired and the spirits dimmed leading to inescapable illusions.
This is a ghost story/poem I did for poetry month one year. It was featured on 'PicturetheDead' / Ghost Stories. Perfect for the 'Goosebumps' prompt. Open the door....if you dare.
The red lady haunts me. I no she is bad but I love her the same.
haunting eyes daunting eyes killing me on the inside follow me
A girl living only for today finds out tomorrow she isn't really living at all.
Another poem I wrote and turned into a sketch comic. Comic included.
In corners dark where lurk the tears,
Lie cobweb memories of shame.
Nyctophilia: love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
@hanniecakes
Yesterday in class, we had a conversation about memories, ghosts, and people turning into ghosts. So, here is a little something about that.
When would he realize no one else could see her? How scary loneliness can be on the mind.
Still at it. If you’re a fan of gothic Victorian creepiness, give it a read. Day 9
Winter days that stretch for so long leaving the soul tired and the spirits dimmed leading to inescapable illusions.
This is a ghost story/poem I did for poetry month one year. It was featured on 'PicturetheDead' / Ghost Stories. Perfect for the 'Goosebumps' prompt. Open the door....if you dare.
The red lady haunts me. I no she is bad but I love her the same.
haunting eyes daunting eyes killing me on the inside follow me
A girl living only for today finds out tomorrow she isn't really living at all.
Another poem I wrote and turned into a sketch comic. Comic included.