Thoughts in an abandoned house

Lives gone, and  ghosts invading places and thoughts.

Lives gone, or lives that are fading and all the pain and suffering that goes along with it. Also, pets and other things that have disappeared... Or memories both good and bad. I know for me I have compartmentalized some things in my life to protect myself from them; a defense mechanism. But sometimes I find myself roaming the corridors and it's very painful. Just some places from which this one originated.

So why do you insist on going back (mentallya) to places where you were hurt?

Sadly, sometimes the mind takes you places you don't want to go. It's not always easy to stop that even with the best counter measures.

Hopefully creative poetry will be a bit of a cure, though we never forget what has been pretty much drilled in our brain.  I wish you the best....and a positive outcome.       (PS: I am in a bit if a similar situation but due to my own  faults, mistakes,  and stupid decisions).

Every time I see a dilapidated house, storefront. to other buildings, I start to wonder what life may have been like back when it was at its peak. Sadly, I have the same response when I visit a nursing home and see the end days of a once powerful and contributing body. Yes, life had many ways to teach us lessons. Great, poem, as usual. Hugs and peace, oral

Absolutely! You are so right. I wonder those things as well. I love old and abandoned buildings and houses. I have quite a number of stories; many from the UK and other places I have been. But we can learn so much from those who have lived a full life and so often these days that opportunity is neglected and it's sad. Some of those experiences are just incredible to hear about and learn from. I know I have learned so many things...

Kristina, this piece speaks to me loudly. I always experience a tinge of sadness when I pass an abandoned structure haunted by what life force inhabited those walls before. They're much like a corpses, skeletons of souls. You capture so well that emptiness, loneliness that is left behind. I was touched by this passage,  
" Fiction and reality  
messed up"  
Often is heard said "if these walls could talk." Stories surrounding an abandoned structure are easily conjured as are stories about abandoned people but if one takes the time to discover the reality of that building or individuals existence then we have learned from them.    
You make think, dear Kristina, and that can be both enlightening and dangerous😄 Bravissima mon jolie est très intelligent amie❣️❣️

Ah yes! If these walls could talk... I remember seeing buildings riddled with bullet holes long abandoned when I was an adolescent. Some were literally cut in half and it was something incredible to see and think about. You have to wonder what happened to those people. I am glad you think I captured the emptiness well and were touched. I like that you ended on a light note GW. lol Yes enlightening and dangerous, I know that feeling too.  

You can't help but try to imagine the happiness, love, sadness and hate that once went on in old buildings. If walls could talk imagine the wonderous tales they'd tell
Love and light
Ron xx

Hey Ron! It is so easy for the mind to wander. Each of those building definitely has it's own personality displaying such uniqueness and potentially being from a very different time. The smells, sounds, and even the animals that might be there. For me it's a unique experience. I always imagine the wonderous tales...

This is a phenomenal piece of writing !!
It is not often to find a poet who can write an illustrious poem on the decay of homes and lives lived.  I think we are all cognizant of how our neighborhoods are dying under the weight of urban sprawl.

On a personal note I was honored and pleased to be asked if my painting could be used with this poem.  It is was with great pleasure that I said YES

Thank you Kristina for your gallant words and letting me play a part .....

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Oh yes! The famous BIG LIKE and an RL; I did not know those two could even happen together. :p That's so true urban sprawl is definitely consuming the smaller more personal areas. Leave it to me to write an illustrious poem on decay Poetspeak. lol  
 
Thank you so much, you made me very happy that you said yes and if you are happy with the final result much happier still. I think the painting sits so beautifully above the words casting a wonderful reflection on them.  
 
I am so happy you are a part. I hope others will go take a look at your writing and other paintings and digital art.  
 
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Love the dark feeling of this.

Yeah, I think we are the type to sit in a dark abandoned house or building or graveyard and feel totally at peace there among the spider webs, the musty smell, the shadows, the rusty nails, holes in the floor, flaking wall paper, decay, and all of the other wonders to be found there. :) Thank you so much for taking a stroll through abandoned places with me.

The dark tickles my toes

And I thought I was the only one. lol thanks I needed that, I really like your humor. :)

Lives are gone soon than we think, be must live our lives because that's what they want us to do. The memories are always in our hearts.  Keep on writing.

You are so right Francisco. It's never easy but we do have to live on and they would want us to do that and be happy.  They are always in our heart. When you know that you are going to lose someone and that they are suffering it is one of the most difficult things in the world. It tears you apart every day and  you cannot do anything to change the outcome. But you do everything you can; but it never seems like enough and keeping the light alive in your soul is hard.

"Our future lost in the past" is a very interesting line. If someone said that to me, I would know there was no chance of moving forward.

Hey Billy, yes the line certainly has finality to it. It could be a relationship or loss of a loved one or any number of things really. But sometimes moving on means we just must accept the outcome. It is really hard though in some situations.

Dear K,

Fantastic subject matter. Your poem, for me, was more metaphoric for the human mind body and soul. Not just in the collective stories of who lived in these wonderful structures but how we all eventually crack, crumble, bend, smell, chip, peel and eventually get torn down and become a distant memory to those who might have known us. I know that’s maudlin. Only lately, I’ve begun to ponder my own relevance and comparing it to an abandoned building- forlorn and ignored. Maybe but for the occasional caring passer-by. These musings have pushed me to be ever present with a greater degree of empathy. I’m hoping karma is real so when I’m truly decrepit my family will treat me more kindly. I think your selected Poetspeak painting was a glorious choice. What a great poem with such an incredible amount of creativity. H🌷

As always your comments are deeply meaningful. This certainly has many meanings and what you attribute in regards to the mind body and soul is perfectly understood.  That is definitely how I was thinking about it, in addition to some more literal meanings. And by the way, maudlin; that's and amazing word. :) It sounds like we are in sync in regards to the abandoned building analogy. I really hate to hear that you feel abandoned. I think you are grand Palace; with beautiful spires, gold and ivory. Being ever present is good, it helps you move forward and empathy can be hard to find sometimes these days so we need to keep it alive. I am really happy you liked the Poetspeak painting accompaniment. I agree that it was perfect. Thank you for the wonderful compliments.

The paced detail is wonderfully vivid, suspenseful and haunted. Rust and ruin are how we measure the passage of time. Beautiful work.

Thank you so much Daniel, I hope you are feeling better and I  know you have been so missed around here. I know I have. Vivid, suspenseful, and haunted; I absolutely love that description. That is exactly I felt. ;) Rust and ruin is definitely a  measure as is perseverance and rebuilding. I suppose we are always dying and being reborn.

There is a nostalgic and sadness to seeing a house that was probably once filled with loved being broken and abandoned, like ghosts lingering in the desolation. I had a similar piece in mind this past weekend and yours is inspiring me.
Excellent verse Kristina.

There is a nostalgic sadness but also a peaceful reflection of sorts I think. I suppose I have always been drawn to ghosts and love eerily quiet places that are like a portrait of the past. In sync, draw off my muse powers because I want to see it now. :p Thank you so much the compliment, I am so happy you liked it.

Reminds me of this ridiculous story someone made up about an abandoned house near my neighborhood.  Long story short someone tried to Amityville horror a story for decades, a lot people believed it.  My gf at the time said no and told me the real story.  Which was far from the tall tale.  I like that reading this reminded me of that and the memories with it.

If I can bring back memories then I consider that a win. ;) Also, I love Amityville horror, so that's a double win. Wondering what the real story was though now. lol I want to know... :p

theres something about abandonded houses:
so many spaces that we fill with our minds,
empty, dusty, horror, past and memories that all meet in a single twisted place

I totally agree.. I love abandoned places.
Imagine all the things they have seen.
Imagine all the things we can make them see.
Twisted like me and you.
Empty, dusty, horror... so much of my history.
Being most alive in these deserted places.
Being taken so aggressively in them.
Past memories haunting me.
Searching for them again and again.
Some damage cannot be repaired.
It can only be broken again and again...
But it never breaks.

my history also has that
-my hope is that one day you will be repaired,
let the nighttime fill your spaces
become one with its unseen flame

Those repairs have been done to the extent they can now. And the foundation still stands so that's something. The darkness is so good at filling in those spaces. But those flames of passion burn there the brightest in many ways.