Bad Dream


When I met you I was happy

You seemed like the answer to my prayer

My one and only True Love

A dream beyond compare

Then you smiled like a viper

And your fangs bit into me

You’re a nightmare in the daytime

You’re just a bad, bad dream.


When our love car’s wheels came off

You went right for the nearest wall

Without any hesitation

You put your foot right to the floor

You left me in the wreckage

In the middle of a scream

You’re a nightmare in the daytime

You’re just a bad, bad dream.


How fast can a dream become a scream?

You’re a nightmare in the daytime

You’re just a bad, bad dream.


Now I stumble like a zombie

Looking everywhere for brains

I drink bottomless cups of coffee

Feel like I’m circling the drain

You were never ever what you seemed

You’re a nightmare in the daytime

You’re just a bad, bad dream.


How fast can a dream become a scream?

You’re a nightmare in the daytime

You’re just a bad, bad dream.

These Ghosts Belong to Me

Smoke-like wisps in the Veil Nebula – Wikipedia





These ghosts belong to me.

All the pain and the pleasure.

No one else hears them

sees them

feels  them

as I do.


Pallid or

invisible and soundless

to others.

The colour of their eyes

rough/kind/happy/sad voices

time-wrung out

even for me.

But they are mine.

My fingertips still know

skin and hair and freckle.

Faulty memory holds weakened anger

unanswered questions

unresolved arguments

the echo of tears.

The lines on my face

remember the moments of joy

corners of mouths upturned

eyes mirth filled.

Tongue remembers the taste of

sharp delight.

These ghosts are mine.

Mine  to listen to

or not.

To hold close or push away.

When I too am

pale and voiceless

a ghost in another mind

will they still be there?