daniel ramon

what does it feel like to be a ghost?

i heard that saying before. usually chuckle to myself
and say "what does it feel like to be a ghost?
well, you can walk through walls and touch anybody
...anywhere" they usually
laugh once i said those words.
but now, i know what it feels like to be a ghost.
i walk through town, skate boarding and my friends
are coming through the clearing, usually a high-five
will be given instead i feel as if my face is giving a
high five to the sky. a hard hit and i land
on my back on the concert flooring. i watch them circle
around me and then float away like
skateboarding devils going into the depths of hell.
robin gives me the cold shoulder when we
walk pass in the hallways. i long for her touch
like the first night we lost everything to each other
her parents were away, i spent the weekend
with her. i wonder if she still remember those things.
i wonder if she kept the song i wrote her, but she probably
think they're just lyrical lies.
isaiah, he comes by my house now and then
he usually try to do homework but then we end up with
our hands down in each other pants.
we had a fight the last time, he still haven't told his
parents, that just pissed me off.
he knew i was, too,
so he brought me some kind of substance, it was strange
color but it was just my eyes decieving me.
he said snort it. i did and the next morning, i was laying
beside him with Across the Universe blaring on the television
and the substance all over the sheets and on our body.
i think i took drugs that night. he could've drugged me.