Submissions by Blackbird (Blackbird_)

I'm the host of a ghost and the most that I know is I feel it burrowing deep in my soul. Like a monster it stares at me, yet cares for me too. Watching me patiently sink in the blue. Waves come down crashing like a party around, and even with you here sometimes there's no sound. It's shameful and lousy and frankly it's sick, that even with a love like this I get lost so quick. It's silly, offensive, and sometimes just cruel that I keep crying like we're in some duel. You'll forgive and forget but the feelings will linger, "is she manipulating me?" with my cunning bee stinger. And I'm shouting...

Something different burrows in my skin,
tells me I am kin, but I am not- but I am.
Something different swirls atop my head and feels so close as I am led, but so far- but I am.
Something different tugs and tells from different mouths who to be and what to do but I do what I do and- I am.
Something different shoots fire across the sky and gas across the streets as they fight or they flee and I see that- I am.
Something different is the 'gangs' against gangs with silver tongues and lined gold pockets, shedding dignity and love to live and- I am.
Something...

I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle, once a missile shooting out into the sky. And I cry, "wonder why!" Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal. And then words, more like air, slip the breeze in my hair. Butterflies, in the skies, killing what kept my alive. Oh, too bad. Well, how sad. If the songs last lines didn't matter, it'd harm. It'd make the soul so very mad. Here, I fall. There I stand, like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear, I laugh! Hear, I cry! I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why?! Why unsure- of what's telling me my life is so impure?!...