Ghost Legend


Ghost Legend Poems

1. Roses Without Thorns 12/31/2012
2. Geisha 12/31/2012
3. Land 12/31/2012
4. Unique 12/31/2012
5. Lost In The Memory 12/31/2012
6. An Apple Tree 12/31/2012
7. Free 12/31/2012
8. A Dip In 12/31/2012
9. The Heart 12/31/2012
10. Wistful 12/31/2012
11. Ignored By The World 12/31/2012
12. Ignorance 12/31/2012
13. The Sea And The Lighthouse 3/3/2013
14. Self-Esteem 3/4/2013
15. The Downed Kite 3/4/2013
16. Stormy Night 3/10/2013
17. The One Who Kept Me Company 3/10/2013
18. Paradise 3/10/2013
19. Adieu 3/10/2013
20. The Bind Of Sleep 3/10/2013
21. The Travel Of Evil 3/10/2013
22. Tiger Eyes 3/10/2013
23. A Cottage Thunderstorm 3/10/2013
24. Lying In The Shade 3/10/2013
25. Ignore 3/10/2013
26. The Sun Rises Again 3/10/2013
27. Artificial Light 3/10/2013
28. Am I Human At Night? 3/10/2013
29. Lighting The Match 3/17/2013
30. Change Of Mirrors 3/19/2013
31. Flesh In Chains 3/20/2013
32. Unsatisfactory Dreaming 4/2/2013
33. Loved 4/2/2013
34. An Incomplete Meadow Song 4/2/2013
35. Never Known But Always Told 4/2/2013
36. Pine-Winter 4/2/2013
37. The Spark Of Confusion 4/2/2013
38. Cathartic Paralysis 4/2/2013
39. The Bay 4/2/2013
40. It Was Only Ever A Glimpse 4/2/2013
Best Poem of Ghost Legend

Inner Silence

Sometimes, it's better not to speak
Than to be judged for your words.
Excuse me for not believing in fairies,
I was raised by this dirt
Where some of the only things with wings
Are butterflies,
And the stuff of old men's dreams
Are lies.
See, we may never see eye to eye,
But I promise I would never categorize
You as good or evil, because that's a disguise.
It takes true talent to accept both sides.

Welcome to my world: I was raised in a haze
Where you remained in a book all day
Of fortunetellers' bid for power,
Until I noticed how we spent ...

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Land

Our land has become Death's brothel—
Collection of soft hands and hardened muzzles.
Lives canned to display strength or gain muscle,
Splattering remains in joyous, endless tussles.

It has turned to game, wrestling
The sane to deranged—nestling
A thirst for revenge and rendering
These actions Heavenly dependent.

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