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    Love is the Blood Donor

    The cursor blinks  as the last whisky drip  from the final bottle on  highway ‘where do we go from here’    Our saviour turns  wine into words  and we all drink, be merry,  fucked on verb and vowel aperitif   the last supper is merely a dot.com away    Your love for each other inspires and it's the colour of snipers'...

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    • This is so sweet I am sure they are going to love this.

    • Hahaha. This is brilliant my friend.
      Where would we be without being inspired!
      It just feels so good when we catch it, you know, that special feeling to grab our pens like wands and connect it to paper.
      This write has my brain firing on all cylinders amigo!
      Thanks for the blood/love rush!
      I am honored:)

      And Honoria is one of my favorite human beings.
      You have me in great company!

    • Dear R,

      I enjoyed the edginess of this write and the spotlight on two fabulously lovely people who’ve supported all of us in kindness and encouragement. Fourth stanza was very reminiscent of the previous site and watching A and S grow their love. Truly wonderful write of love. While I’m quite sure I’ve done nothing with the regard to the inspiration of this piece to get written, I’m happy to kick anyone’s back side if it gets them to writing! Beautiful poem.😘 H🌷

    • Dude, I’m at a loss with what to say. Yes, that happens. Lol
      As I said the other day, I have an online friend for over 25 years now, because of creative writing. We all may write alone, but we revel in it in little groups.
      Saturday I went day-drinking at the VFW with some other veterans. It’s been awhile and they let me know that I was missed.
      An online site has much the same sentiment. it lets you know that you do matter, even a little bit. So thank you, Rob. It’s mutual.
      Who knew back then that me and that punk Del would become a couple! LOL (yes, we call each other punk a lot).
      A side bonus of it all is that we both got to see how “real” the other was. No fake persona, no BS. We are what we write.
      I do try to be sincere and I suppose Del is validation of that.
      Happy New Year, Rob. ’26 is an open world of opportunity. Snatch it by it’s hair! lol

  • Cry Baby

    Perhaps you have a faucet in your eyes.And people twist it.Emotions you recognize. But not explain or apologize.And so they call you,cry baby.For your tears and eyes oh so blue. You've lost all your friends,that's true.You tell yourself, it's them,not you.Because...

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    Drop Dead,It's Fucking Hilarious

    So senorita,   lay turkey under tinsel  and tell me, whose ashes are those?    Beyond the cracked urn  I can sniff Lori’s death as cocaine,  darling, my heart remains the  trampoline before your fatal fall    So senorita  I can hear your pulse behind the tapas  who was that man who left you alone in Wales?    Podria amarte?  could I ever....  there is another  a Mother for my  foster kids who...

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    • Dear R,

      For me, in this moment I feel as though in this write, I can hear and feel the pain of loss and missing someone so much every muscle hurts. It’s a beautiful piece of love and doing ones best to keep moving along. H 🌷

      • You are a diamond H. I just wish you believed in yourself a liitle bit more. Of course I have moved on, but I still climb into an empty bed. Someone whispered a secret to me – they told me Bruges is so romantic in the spring

        What a Xmas day that was. My niece is so blonde and attractive and some twat couldn’t keep his hands to himself. No one, and I mean no one, fucks with my family. He was a short little prick (and I never use height as a bully boy tactic) but boy, he got it. My Dad would have been proud of me. End of.

        Nothing more to write Hon. xx

    • I’m a sucker for people who split Spanish and English.
      So this write was a pleasant surprise!
      The whole poem is a gem but the ending is perfection:)

      Merry Christmas 🎄

    • Let it out, Rob. The grief subsides, but the hole remains. We try to find a corner of our soul to store such things in, because they aren’t going away. So, we adjust. Writing is and always will be a tonic for us. You make a good medicine man.
      I had a horrible habit of sticking up for anyone that needed it, back in the day. All the younger years of fighting my brother, I didn’t realize at first how good I was at it. Nowadays I have to be smarter. I’m older, etc. But… LOL
      I loved your write. The capacity to find the words to convey your thoughts isn’t always easy. But you found a way, with a great result. Write on.

      • You totally get me Mark. I’m 56 now and do I ever learn? Probably not. I have a huge scar over my eye and my dear Mam always told me to look in the mirror and learn. God love her, but I never did. Welsh Rob

  • Future

    Nowadays ,we try to live best our lives.Sleeping soundly through starless nights.And inner turmoil,inner fights. Months,days go by.And the years really fly.And we try to hope and pray. Alas,we use magic.To sculpt dreams out of clay.So that they all come true. And...

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  • Bah humbug.

    Bah humbug it's that time of year,fill our fat bellies,guzzle some beer.Over do everything,shop till we drop,Christmas a circus,a giant big top.It's not about family, not anymore,it's more about getting and what you can score.It's stressful and lonely for...

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