BBC Sherlock Fan Forum - Serving Sherlockians since February 2012 / Phantom's Poetry

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** February 21, 2015 10:06 am

Awh, really happy to hear someone is apreciating my silly poems!

The Ghost and the Knight

Once upon a time there was a girl;
Living alone in the darkness.
She only climbed high;
So she could fall deeper.
So weary of the world too soon,
Trusting no one, other than to hurt her.
She had shed so many tears;
That heartache could only make her smile.
Preferring the safety of loneliness,
Consulting the darkness around her,
There she sat rocking herself to sleep.
Hiding scars under cuts,
Too far gone...
And one day, there he was...
Lending her a hand;
Not knowing her truth he made her laugh;
He caused her frozen heart to beat.
She grew so strong in his grip,
She bared all for him. Thinking he would run.
Her demons, her obsessions, her marks...
Little did she know she had found,
A knight in shining armor ready to fight,
Willing to build her up, allow her to soar.
He changed her, changed her needs,
Changed her desires...
She felt life pump through her cold veins,
And putting her hand to his chest;
Feeling his heart beat so fast...
She learned he was simply a human being.
A human being who saw so much in her;
And as she looked into his eyes,
Feeling the stubble on his cheek;
She saw his soul and she melted.
His good heart made a grit into a pearl,
Changed a ghost of a girl into a woman;
A woman with a will to fight;
For a man she fell so far for.

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** March 5, 2015 9:33 pm

Too Nice

Some scars never heal,
Old habits die hard.
Oh sweetie, I'm sorry...
I do try to hide the truth;
But it comes back to haunt me...
Pleasing you reminds me,
And I hear that young man's voice;
'You're too nice for a place like this...'.
And there you are kissing my lips;
Whispering against them;
'You're too good to me...'
And all I want to do is weep;
Curl up in your arms...
And pretend it never happened.

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** March 30, 2015 7:51 pm

'Knife's Edge'

(sorry it's so dark)

I've seen the clearest views;
From the edge of the abyss;
Willingly danced on the knife's edge,
Known the taste of salty tears,
Sending jolts of pain,
Through my veins;
Clearing my head.
I've begged the devil for forgiveness,
Asked him to kiss my bloody lips, again.
And in the morning smiled to the world,
Knowing that no one knew me,
And the loneliness of that;
Consumed me long ago...

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** April 8, 2015 8:13 pm

I realize my poems lately are about the three same things... ugh.

Sweetie

Sweetie, listen to me for once.
You had a good man;
You chose to let him go...
You had everything;
A girl like me could only hope...
Your one chance to make it right.
But you decided to play;
You blew it all on a bit of fun.
You left him for me to find,
Me; the girl you tormented...
Oh isn't fate a fickle thing.
You broke his heart,
Listen, sweetie, listen to me for once,
He loved you with all he had,
And now he's learning to love again...
And I'm that lucky girl;
Who gets to put together,
The pieces of his heart.
Sweetie, I don't wish you well,
But listen... I know your game,
And so does he.
You lost the best man in the world.

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Human Touch

I don't know if you remember my name;
The lines on my young face.
I don't know if you knew what you took;
And what you left behind...
But you changed me;
And I can never erase you.
And it hurts me to this day...
To see a good man scared;
Scared to even touch me,
Just because you broke me.
I grew strong; too soon maybe,
I learned what demons the night hides;
And it's made me careful.
But I've found someone;
And I want to be careless for once.
But the scars you left me with;
They make him wary...
But in time we will grow;
And I'll grow accustom to human touch again.

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Mistakes

You think you're a gift;
Given to the women of the world.
And I will admit,
You were a skilled smooth talker.
You easily made me;
Make my mothers mistakes.
You trained me well,
But your best lesson for me;
Was that I am better off without you.
I deserve more than you...
And one day I hope your wife,
And all the other girls see the same.
How dare you get jealous now,
That I actually found love;
He's not you, and that is why;
I am his girl now.

Last edited by This Is The Phantom Lady (April 8, 2015 8:14 pm)

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** May 22, 2015 1:39 pm

'Petals'

The petals of a rose,
Falling like raindrops,
Wilted and wittered,
Turned to fragrant dust,
Scattered in an empty space,
Reaching for tomorrow,
A product of yesterday.
Frozen in time,
In a state of decay,
Only a grey memory,
Of a rose once so deeply red.

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'Far Away'

Why do you have to be
So far, far away...
I can see you clear as day,
But my hands can't reach.
Passing the time cracking the code,
To speaking a common language.
Distracting myself from this sorrow,
That being separated fills me with.
My entire being misses you,
Yearns for the simplest touch.
I know my heart,
And I know you,
It's you I want,
So why are we so far apart?

Last edited by This Is The Phantom Lady (May 22, 2015 1:40 pm)

**Posted by Yitzock** May 22, 2015 2:24 pm

Wow! Those are good. "Petals" is very poetic and beautiful, and "Far Away" reminds me of a feeling I know a little too well.

**Posted by mrshouse** May 22, 2015 2:42 pm

That is so lovely, Phantom, thank you for sharing.

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** May 25, 2015 12:07 am

Thank you for the kind words, it really warms my heart!

I just wrote this one... it's 2am and I can't sleep...

'Plastic Wands'

Darkness falls,
And deeper I sink.
Feeling the breath,
Of monsters hidden there,
My senses alert and awake,
Inventing demons,
In every shadow that creeps,
Wielding plastic wands,
Awaiting the dawn,
My silent saviour,
As the darkness grows,
Growing arms that grab,
Claw and take a hold,
With a loud whisper,
Pulling me down;
To a level so low.
Reaching out for tomorrow,
That beacon of hope,
I wish I could hurry the sun,
But until then I'll hold on,
To sheets and plastic wands.

**Posted by Yitzock** May 25, 2015 12:35 am

Another nice one. I'm guessing plastic wands are flashlights/torches?

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** May 25, 2015 12:39 am

Thank you!

Well, it can mean what you want it to I guess but somehow Sonic Screwdriver sounded weird in the poem

**Posted by Yitzock** May 25, 2015 1:16 pm

Yes, it's much more poetic and open to interpretation this way. I can see how it could be about a Sonic.

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** June 22, 2015 10:00 pm

I had to get this off my chest.

Nameless

Do you ever wonder?
Did you regret your choices?
Did you ever want to return...
...Did you ever try?
Do you know how I wondered,
If I was at fault somehow...
Did I cry too loud?
Were you afraid you see yourself,
If you looked into my eyes?
Or did you know it would haunt you?
You broke my heart,
Long before I knew I had one.
Because of you I cling too much,
Every night I wonder...
When will they leave me like you did?
But I grew up, and I grew tired.
I took a stand, I had to.
I will close my door,
Like you closed your eyes.
I don't even know your name,
But I am done searching,
You are not worth my time,
I only wish you knew,
That you are no longer welcome.

Last edited by This Is The Phantom Lady (June 25, 2015 10:12 am)

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** June 24, 2015 9:10 am

I couldn't help myself... I just had to make a Sherlock reference...

'BORED!'

Days without you,
Pass slowly, seeming so very long...
The minutes feeling like hours.
Boredom creeps up on me,
And I am about to lose my mind...
Don't leave me alone for too long,
Or I might emulate the groans,
Of the consulting detective,
You know you share my heart with.
If a day without you,
Is like a garden without flowers,
Allow me to fill my house;
With a million petals.
I need something only you can give,
The peace of mind,
Of knowing where I belong.

**Posted by Whisky** June 24, 2015 1:41 pm

I like this one :-)

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** July 7, 2015 1:21 pm

Thank you! :D

My Heart

Place your gun to my temple,
Bid me to dance for you,
My feet may move,
But my heart will not...
Take me by the wrist,
And force my hands,
My fingers may twitch,
But my heart will not...
Tie me down,
To keep me controlled,
My body might be yours,
But my heart will not...
Stab my heart,
With icy words,
Beat me a rhythm,
But my heart will not...
My heart will not...

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Black on White

I loved you,
With a broken heart,
Before you were ready.
You saw beyond my scars,
And I kissed yours.
Promises were made,
Dark nights lit up
By the right words
Black on white...
I fell harder
You fell slower
And it was only
When I bared all
That you could say it...

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Games

You held me down,
Pinned me to your beliefs,
Hanged me to dry.
You tore me down piece by piece,
Just so you could help yourself.
You snaked your way into my dreams,
Every barrier I put up, you tore down.
A terrible smile on your lips...
You loved what you did,
And you knew... but now so do I.
I've broken your spell,
I allowed him to build me up,
And I'm now too strong for your games.

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** July 20, 2015 11:01 pm

A Storm

There's a storm in me,
All consuming on it's path,
Giving me no rest,
Heaving for my own breath,
As this wind blows harder.
Grasping at unsteady straws,
One hand weaving ropes,
Long enough to reach the shore,
And get me home dry,
As the other cuts the progress,
Keeping me in this state,
I know so well...
Between drowning and fighting.
I whisper your name,
Hoping you hear me,
Over this silent storm,
Raging in me...

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** August 15, 2015 9:32 pm

unaccustomed;

I have a lot to learn,
A long way left to go.
And I am sorry,
That you have to endure me,
And my imperfections...
My insecurities shape me,
My countless fears my mold...
I am new to this,
And I need your hand,
Won't you take mine?
I trip and fall,
And I go too far...
Way too far...
I am leaving myself bare,
Without armor and sword,
And my heart is on my sleeve.
I beg for your forgiveness,
Even after you have granted it,
And I might in a weak moment,
Have asked you treat me wrong,
Treat me as I was accustomed to.
Old ghosts might have called my name,
Dragged me along,
And I might have closed my eyes,
For I am still as a newborn babe,
Oblivious and unaccustomed to this,
That we share...

**Posted by Yitzock** August 16, 2015 3:21 pm

That's quite profound, beautiful, poetic. This seems like it comes from personal experience, if I'm right. I don't think you're the only person who has experienced this, but this voices it in a very eloquent and poetic way I think.

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** August 28, 2015 8:49 am

I think 99%of my poems are from personal experiences...
Thank you for the kind words!

Thumb on Lips;

Your sweet words weaved the snare,
That you trapped me with.
You stole away what was me,
Bite by bite you ate my soul.
You knew I'd try to fill the emptiness,
With the very thing that left the hole,
And with a thumb on my lips,
You made me forget...
The more reasons you gave me,
To fight you, The weaker I became.
I closed my eyes,
I gave myself up...
You won over me,
And now you're haunting my dreams,
Creeping through my doors,
Whispering to me at night,
Dismantling my progress every time,
You come knocking,
Thumb on my lip,
Telling me I am feeding your addiction,
As you give me what you want me to need.

Last edited by This Is The Phantom Lady (August 28, 2015 8:50 am)

**Posted by This Is The Phantom Lady** September 1, 2015 6:36 pm

'Easy Prey'

Hunter, I was your prey.
A martyr in your bed,
One of many.
You went for the easy kill,
And I died every time,
Chained to your cross,
But it was when I ran,
You awoke,
Cat and mouse,
You allowed me to run,
Just to grab me.
But may I remind you,
Even the meek mouse has teeth

Last edited by This Is The Phantom Lady (September 1, 2015 6:36 pm)