Ghosts

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Kay L. Rice
11/2/2015

 
They say that ghosts can not hurt you.
I’m here to tell you that is not true.
You see, there’s a ghost that brings fears,
A ghost that in life brought nothing but tears.

Memories, spiked with fear and with sorrow.
The kind that teaches you there is no tomorrow.
Frozen, alone, left behind, forgotten from sight.
Better alone, then hunted down night after night.

Ghosts rise and taunt and burn in the mind.
Until you realize there is no where to hide.
You look at the scars and that’s all you see.
Until you realize there is nothing you can be.

At this point the ghost wins the fight it is done.
No, I refuse to allow the dead to be the victorious one.
I am an unwilling warrior and I will continue to fight,
The demon, the ghost, that tried to bury my soul in the night.

Along my path, my journey, my way,
Perhaps, a few others I can help save.
Perhaps? No, now, this will be my cause.
No one should have to live by another’s flaws.

No monster from stories can fill us with such horrors,
As much as the memory of a human we thought that adored us.
Then it’s time to move on, to grow and become strong,
Then perhaps we prove the promises of ghosts very wrong.

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Night Mare

The wind is blowing once again,
Thunderous clouds are rolling in.
Night is falling in the midst of day,
Heat of summer gives to the cold of May.

The thunder speaks out to my soul,
The sky turns black, deeper then coal.
It mimics the nightmare that runs free,
The one that continues, to stalk me.

Out of the clouds, a bright flash,
like sparks from hooves, a loud crash.
The red of eyes peer from the storm,
The nightmare is coming, fear is born.

Memories, dreams, life and death,
Take hold of my heart, steal my breath.
She rides down from the dark sky,
The thunderous hooves, drown out my cry.

It’s only a storm, where day becomes night,
It’s only a dream that brings death from fright.
The nightmare returns with a rider on its back.
The storm leaves a path from it’s quick attack.

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What is it?

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What is it?
Kay Rice
11/30/2014

There is inside of me a call,
a desire, a need so raw.
a voice, a push, a bully in black,
the monster who always pulls back.

There is inside of me a fault,
that quakes until I fall.
A desire so deeply sewn in flesh,
that pushes until I only can crash.

There is a voice inside of my head,
Who knows the monsters under my bed.
It whispers and weaves delicate doubt,
Until slumber is way too far out.

There is a fear, sewn deep in my heart,
so black and so cold the end is a start.
It nags and it burns like coals on fire,
Until it takes shape, growing ever higher.

What is it, inside to cause such despair,
That replaces all accomplishments grown there?
One word, so engrained in my child’s mind,
One word, one life, I can never find.

Perfection…

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From the ashes

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From the Ashes
Kay Rice
11/18/2014

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
I spin faster and faster, yet I maintain this control
Watch how the heat of passion can turn so cold.

Once a bird whose song could never be heard over the wind,
She lost her fight, finally broken from trying too hard to bend.
Ashes replaced her feathers, broken teathered feet in that cage,
Now from the ashes a flame bursts out, rise a phoenix filled with rage.

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no more open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
Rising up above the smoke and destruction of what was my life,
Watch how the heat of revenge can swallow strife.

Once a quite and sullen sparrow barely holding on to her branch,
Crying silent tears that no one ever saw or bothered to catch.
She died there all alone, no song to sing, on that cold spring day,
The wind gave her freedom and quietly blew her ashes away.

There’s no more fear, ’cause I have nothing left to loose,
No more scars, no more open wounds, no more pride to bruise.
I am not a victum of this world, I survived in a different form,
And from the ashes, a phoenix of fire, a warrior was born.

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Dark Angel

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Dark Angel
Kay Rice
November 9, 2014

Her screams cut through the cold black night,
As creatures around her froze in sorrow and fright.
Her wings once white now turn to black,
Innocence gone, forever, never to turn back.

Her tears turned sharp as they fell in pain,
Anger took hold, she would never again, be the same.
Ice became her heart where once there was warmth,
Loneliness and hunger to a monster gave birth.

Trust was broken along with her heart,
A new cold existence was about to start.
She made a mistake and trusted smooth words,
Now she stands alone with only a her swords.

Once a gentle, playful, angel like soul,
Now vengeance is all that can make her whole.
Her wings, oh her wings, once a beautiful sight,
Now bring a cloak of darkness and deep fright.

The gift that once gave her the will to fly,
Broke her heart and her wings with the words, “good-bye”.
Never to trust or listen to soft words again,
To break a trusting heart is the worst of sins.

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Cries

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Cries
Kay Rice
5/1/2014

A cry is made in the dark of the night,
Shrill and cold, filled with fright.
The stars shutter to hide behind clouds,
The wind whispers, beneath nights shroud.

A whimper, a cry, from far, far away,
A dream, a memory refusing to give way.
Pain that breaks the heart and the soul,
Then hushed away as morning bells toll.

A prayer is sent to the heavens above,
A soulĀ is lost and is begging for love.
A tear is shed from eyes, blinded by fear,
As loneliness engulfs the innocent here.

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