They act like they can see me,
But they don’t,
Even if it’s plain on my face.
I say I’m an open book,
Black and white,
But like a ghost,
All the writing in between the lines is invisible.
The ghost,
With the most baggage a living dead guy can have.
Sometimes I wish I could visit the netherworld,
Say my name three times and unleash chaos.
Quiet as a mosaic,
Eerie as a graveyard,
Being stone cold as a tombstone would be resting in peace.
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Author:
JD Puni (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 2nd, 2026 16:22
- Comment from author about the poem: I’m currently playing Beetlejuice in a production of Beetlejuice jr but, ironically enough, somethings been haunting me, maybe it’s me
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Comments1
This poem is ghostly without being haunting. Loved Beetlejuice the movie. Well done
Thank you:)
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