HAUNTED HOUSE.

my friends must think i'm crazy

because i talk about a man

whom these halls have never seen

and they just don't understand

they say that i've gone mad

because this man does not exist,

the surely would've seen him

walking within their midst.

but here i say "oh no!"

he just has no time to meet,

he really hates the sun

and its only me he greets.

he comes to me at night

and his hands are cold to touch.

he'll kiss away my flaws

and say he loves me oh so much

and his visage is so absent

when i flip on the lights,

the sun will rise, and there he goes!

away for a few more nights.

but when i'm at my lowest

and my tears flood all the streets,

i see him clear as day

just as long as he's under my sheets.

but i find it really funny

how when i'm doing well,

no text or call will find my phone,

no ring at my doorbell.

they swear that he's not real

they think its all a joke,

they offer me their Ouija boards

to prove its not a hoax.

i just think he's shy, that's all it is

he's really just the best

and he promises me he'll meet them someday

while he watches me undress.

and though "someday" has yet to come

my walls, he haunts the same

a ghost in every way and form,

but i love how he says my name.

so exorcise me, if you must

call up the local priest

pour holy water between my thighs

thats where the spirit likes to feast!

Reviews

[Chris]

Chuckling here... you captured loneliness and the way the mind will react ...

[Betty Hermelee]

Ghosts and demons...only you can see; you must convince others he is real to you and quite passionate at times I must say...a fine write for the coming of Halloween!!! I like it!!
Warmly, B

[Davidgeo]

Please do me a favor and enlarge your text. I'm getting old... my eyes suck at this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This reminds me so much of the Barbara Hershey movie, The Entity.
Especially the last three stanzas.
A really good October poem as that favorite holiday approaches.
While reading this, The Conjuring is playing behind me on the television.
j.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Emunah girl, you know I love you and I love your writing. I rarely try to write in rhyme, for I find I cheapen my original inspiration by seeking for rhyming words. I might abandon a striking string of words because I cannot make them rhyme, and I end up with something rather mediocre. This was fun to read, but it did not inspire me as most of your writing does. All that said, I do really like the last stanza. It wouldn’t be holy water I offered between your thighs.

[Relic]

That's quite an ending. I have only dreamed of sex once or twice. You have a friendly ghost, that's for sure. :)