Christina De Lucia's Creative Space
Christina De Lucia
Issue date: 11/17/09 Section: Life & Leisure
Ghost
He makes me cold, so incredibly fucking cold,
In the most horrible way quite possible,
My fingers are sticks of frozen ice
As the ghost flows his way past me,
Sometimes right through me,
Smirking as he does it,
As if he plays this sort of game all the time
But I am the only one who actually feels him
So he takes note of this, and amuses himself,
The way my spine freezes up,
And my neck goes cold,
And my speech gets all stuttery and awkward-sounding,
I don't think it's very funny at all, Mr. Ghost, Sir,
Because you're crossing a thin line here.
And you've forgotten just how easily
I can turn on all the lights,
And reveal to the world
That you aren't really dead.
energy
i am going to run and run and run forever
without stopping to look at the blurry trees
and squinting people along the way
and i will be along side the many trains and they make squeaking noises as
they pass
and eventually i will be such a sweaty blur that i will fly
and glide alongside the stars.
and from up here it is much less crowded and much more peaceful
but i can tell that it will be lonely
since no one else knows how to fly and i am the only one up here.
so i fly and i fly and i fly
without stopping to blink my way through the clouds or gaze for hours at
the moon when it gets its brightest
i just keep going and going until i hit the edge of the universe
like the way it feels when you're talking really fast or typing at warp
speed and you hit some kind of
awesomelytastic different dimension.
He makes me cold, so incredibly fucking cold,
In the most horrible way quite possible,
My fingers are sticks of frozen ice
As the ghost flows his way past me,
Sometimes right through me,
Smirking as he does it,
As if he plays this sort of game all the time
But I am the only one who actually feels him
So he takes note of this, and amuses himself,
The way my spine freezes up,
And my neck goes cold,
And my speech gets all stuttery and awkward-sounding,
I don't think it's very funny at all, Mr. Ghost, Sir,
Because you're crossing a thin line here.
And you've forgotten just how easily
I can turn on all the lights,
And reveal to the world
That you aren't really dead.
energy
i am going to run and run and run forever
without stopping to look at the blurry trees
and squinting people along the way
and i will be along side the many trains and they make squeaking noises as
they pass
and eventually i will be such a sweaty blur that i will fly
and glide alongside the stars.
and from up here it is much less crowded and much more peaceful
but i can tell that it will be lonely
since no one else knows how to fly and i am the only one up here.
so i fly and i fly and i fly
without stopping to blink my way through the clouds or gaze for hours at
the moon when it gets its brightest
i just keep going and going until i hit the edge of the universe
like the way it feels when you're talking really fast or typing at warp
speed and you hit some kind of
awesomelytastic different dimension.
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