Ghost Walking

Bones that walk,
skeletons that talk;
living who are not,
conscious without thought.

Paradox 
quite unorthodox;
death where life should be,
thought, no sympathy.

Ghostly pale,
yet it can exhale.
No one ever sees;
this spirit can breathe.

Frustration
but ideation.
needing and wanting,
love but not haunting.

It can't be,
ever to be seen,
ever to be held;
all emotions quelled.

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Heartbeat (Haiku)

Life has a heartbeat

A pulse unique to each

Beating to its time.

Life (Haiku)

Life, it's so absurd.

There's no real point to it;

Always ends in death.

© 2012 Cherie R. Boeneman 

Life Circle

I want to be free,
I want to fly,
I want to seek,
I want to know why.

Freedom is costly.
To fly takes wings.
seeking is hard.
"Just because" she sings..

I want to love,
I want a place,
I want to feel,
I want to embrace.

Love is seeking,
place is the sky,
feeling, freedom,
embrace is the why.

Shattered Soul

My heart is broken,
love is impossible. 
my soul has shattered,
all music has died.

Truth is no longer,
belief irrelevant.
what's real is in flux:
I feel dead inside.

The moral is this:
Don't trust anybody,
they all deceive you;
will all make you cry.

Rely on yourself.
Then if you are let down
you will always know
that at least you tried.

Believe in yourself
and maybe One Other.
Hold to your values
they'll help you decide.

Let others be friends
but never let them in
so far they can hurt:
take them all in stride.

In Articulo Mortis

She is a fleshly ghost
Who walk and breathes,
Yet lives not.

She is a sorrowful
Sight who all her
Dreams forgot.

Her soul-less bones walk in
An endless night;
a six-foot plot

That cannot support the
Weight of living,
Growing crop.

She smells the dank decay
Of loveless life's
Deathly rot.

She is a fleshly ghost
Who walks and breathes,
Yet lives not.
  

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