haunting optic discretion and i can still hear her voice haunting every corridor i walk through ... each step i take is a reminder of her. won't those haunting voices ever go away? 020520 ... poeticmisfit my past, it arises from the dust i left behind and swirls into my body, filling my lungs. rising up and in to plague me once again. reminders of who i never wanted to see agian, of what i never wanted to remember. haunting me with its crimson-whispers that i can feel inside my soul. 020724 ... phil today 020729 ... misstree how dare you haunt my dreams. how dare you arrive, so suddenly, and distract me from the chase that was my distraction. my dreaming idly twirled its hair, twirled its world to paint me a soothing setting, full of people, complete with one to hunt, worthy prey. i looked over my shoulder and it felt, even in a dream, like you punched me in the gut; i couldn't breathe, i fled the room before you even saw me. later the dream found us sitting in an antique car, and i leaned back and into you, and even in day's fluorescent scrutiny i remember the warmth of your chest, the soft weight of your arms around me, the feel of your head cradled to mine. how dare you invade and leave me with such tangible taunts in the midst of illusion's balm. 030809 ... misstree erm, forgot a verse... second to last should be and i remember pulling away, and both our voices said we shouldn't be weak, shouldn't let that happen. that past has gone. sorry. :( 030809 ... quicksilver21166 I can still here her words haunting my days. Killing my will, killing my selfesteame, killing me slowly why would a mother say those things. I know not. All I know is that she only shows what she knows. I was young and rebellious, and she was full of hate for herself and my father. But why did it have to be me? I know not. GOD help me find the forgiviness to forgive her. and maybe I can find a way to forgive my self. 030905 ... auburn I've been haunting more and more lately. 080818 ... FUCK YOU LOVE BECOME HATE AND HATE BECOMES NOTHING. 080819 what's it to you? who go blather from