#intruder
One Friday evening working from home I was tired
I hadn't been sleeping too well of late
So I said I'm going to finish up now and go to bed for a few hours, get some rest
So, I get a few hours sleep and then I awake at about half eleven/ twelve a clock, around midnight
I get myself something to eat, then I start watching some movie
When the movie's over I say I better go off to bed again, maybe read for awhile
It's well after two
So I unplug all the plugs, brush my teeth, turn off all the lights
Then I remember there's a small window, a high up window out front that needs to be closed, I always leave it open to air the room
So I go out to the front porch to close the window
Now there's a hotel across the road from me, it holds dances and weddings and other functions on Fridays and Saturdays
Sometimes late at night you can hear voices and laughter on the road
So when I go out to my porch to close the window I suddenly stop dead in my tracks
There's a shadowy figure walking around at the front of my house
A prowler
I can see him walking up to my garage door to see if it's open
Luckily I have it tied...it's closed
Then he walks over to the other side of the house, there's a side door there
He tries the side door but it too is locked, so he can't get around the back of the house
So he starts going back and forth across the front of the house, it's almost like as if he's trying to think of another way of breaking in
And I'm just...I'm just standing there watching him, in the dark, betwixt the shadows and the moonlight
Just a face in the dark...like a disembodied face staring back at him, watching him
Y'know there's nothing more creepy than watching someone trying to find a way to break into your own house
Now I'm a bit concerned 'cos my car is parked at the front of the house
I'd left it out 'cos I needed to go somewhere the next day
I'm afraid he might start interfering with my car
In which case I know I'll have to intervene, I'll have to confront him
Tell him to 'feck off'
Suddenly as he's going back and forth, suddenly just then he stops and I'll never forget it
His head it just turns real real slow like, almost unnatural
And he looks in the window... looks in directly at me, it's like he's seen me for the first time
And it's like he can hardly believe it
He moves a step forward just to make sure
Then it's like...it's like he realises he's been caught
Whereas he thought he was looking into some dark dead looking house
Suddenly now there's...there's this face looking right back at him...watching him
As if its reading his thoughts...as if...as if it already knows his thoughts.
And I'm half afraid, 'cos it's like I've been discovered too
Thankfully...thankfully he takes off.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
dancing in your
soul
intruder
lover...
your stallion cause
you need what's yours
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
For a very long time,
I wondered what was my mistake?
Why me?
What did I do to deserve it?
Did I attract you?
because I never meant to.
But now I realise,
It didn't matter
who I was,
where I was,
what I wore.
Because the person to blame
wasn't me, but you all along.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Like a gentle sunshine
sneaking through my curtains at dawn
revealing the scent of my darkness
as you enter
my little universe
Ignoring the caution sign
without any hesitation
You stepped onto the frozen surface of my lake
Not even caring if it’ll collapse
Not even afraid if you’ll drown
Every step was a sip of soda
For I am addicted to your sweetness
Yet still remembered every *****
Step by step
...
Not stopping til reaching the center
Not stopping til it’s too late
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
In the canyons between the grey matter, lives something much darker.
Swimming comfortably in the river of my mind.
Her voice sounds like mine.
Her face a perfect reflection.
Invading my thoughts with whispered obscenities.
Filling my vision with clouded water.
Her presence is shifty.
Here one day and gone the next, but she never really is.
They tell you not to name your demons
But it’s hard when they already have one.
I have an intruder living inside me.
And the scariest part is that she is me.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Your intrusion
Is conducive
To my city burning down
So I defend from inside my castle
Civilian hordes
Wield swords
And I've gotta flail
In my chain mail
My city walls have been manned
So use your battering ram
And intrude on me
Muscle into my muscles
And burrow into my bones
By disarming my mob
While catapults lob
Incendiary boulders
That protect me from
Temporary shoulders
That have exploited my nation before
Mining the resources from it's core
Avoid all the blasts
So we can clash
In the arena of my mind
Where steel strikes time
And my defenses
Defend me from my life
So intrude on me
And shatter my protections
And shatter my conceptions
So intrude on me
And break my perceptions
But be careful
Intrusions have reflections
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
I smell an intruder, a spy in my house.
Is he coming from the dark zone
on a day it raines forever?
Does he wants my seven tears
or my smile?
Or Yesterday’s days that made
me cry?
He woke me up, leaving traces
in my nightmare,
I was a sad soul in torment,
he was my source of despair,
but I knew it wasn’t
my last evening on Earth,
I confessed all my sins,
since my mother gave me birth,
thinking who’s going to win in hell
if the mirror cracked, or tolls the bell?
I stopped being the girl
who plays with the fire,
calling the devil in disguise a big liar,
‘cause he tried to promise me the heaven,
but I still got my lives to live: seven!
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Darkness is here
beneath the canopy
where tiny insects inject
venom with apathy
Swiftly spinning
webs
of solitude
watching you
taunting you
wanting you to intrude
Lingering notions
of spraying potions;
hypnosis
You're helpless
and hopeless
Unconscious
and motionless
Can't you hear the cries?
From the spirits
fallen victim to
all of it's lies,
gripping you with eyes
grinning
at it's winning
of your steady
slow
demise.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Intruder. Intrusion. In my personal space.
Violater. Violation. What you took, I cannot replace.
Material. Materialistic. But that that's not the point.
My thoughts. My feeling. Have been shattered open.
Intruder. Violater. You didn't just steal.
You took something from me more valuable.
Than diamonds and rubies and all the queens gold.
Intruder. Violater. You don't know what you hold.
Intruder. Violater. You've taken my purge.
Letters and answers and maps to my worth.
Intruder. Violator. You've taken from me.
Memories of where I was, who I am and I am how I came to be.
You've taken my heartache, my sadness and pain
But also the joy and happiness from life I have gained.
Intruder. Violater. Maybe something to sell.
You took my whole world and spun me around.
Material. Materialistic. Harmless. Maybe to you.
I'm shattered and heartbroken and there's nothing I can do.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
I was humming to myself,
I often do now.
A way to distract my mind
From the clouds of thoughts
That ultimately rains as sadness.
I was humming and I was unequipped.
And the trouble with being oblivious
(An outcome of humming or doodling
Or daydreaming)
Is that we shut our defenses
And open ourselves to attack.
I was climbing up the stairs,
Hair dripping water
And wet clothes in one hand,
I was climbing up the stairs,
I was humming to myself
Unarmed.
(A question- if we are unarmed
And see an armed person,
Is it necessary that person to be dangerous
To feel in danger?)
I moved the thick curtain,
A choice of my sister
I say,
I can't confess how I picked it too
But I hate its colour now.
I danced my fingers through
The waves of it,
All I wanted to reveal
Were the steps that continued
But there he was
A beast.
In a stance, staring right at me
In my own turf
He was questioning me.
He was the stranger not me.
He was the intruder not me.
But I was unarmed
And his claws dripped of dried blood
I pictured,
We stared at each other for
The nth of a second
That seemed like ages.
I was drowning in his eyes,
An effect of humming beforehand
I believe.
Then my mind snapped
Like a rubber band
Stretched too far for too long
And a scream
As shrill as that of a kid
Escaped my mouth.
Broke all my teeth
Parted my lips
Tore away my tongue
And I screamed with all my might.
(I feel it was all my fear
Rolling out all at once
At the slightest chance of an escape).
Whether my scream faded
Or did it stick to that very step
Or did my voice die down
I can't say,
But as fast as my heart beats,
I was down
Behind a glass door closed
And a wooden one slightly ajar,
I was now a captive in my own home.
My screams now words,
It's silly how human fears
Are better described by sounds
With ill fitted
words.
After moments gone,
Having gathered my strong,
Calm demeanor
I carry most of the time,
I grabbed a stick.
I swear I wouldn't
If it didn't just lay there
As a lonlely toy that needed holding.
I couldn't wield it to hit
I know,
But I could make some noise
As if my voice wouldn't have been enough,
The beast had ran
Too.
Listen to me, he is the dangerous one
Not me, not me ever.
I tapped the stick at the railings
As I climbed a step then another
All the way till the point
Where my scream lingered last.
I bobbed my head slightly ahead
Of my body,
The beast could tear my face off
But not my heart I reasoned.
There it was, a mess,
Milk, and rice,
Cereals, biscuits,
Containers open and spilled,
Things scattered but things I say,
To the hungry beast
- Food?
I climbed up the remaining stairs,
Following his footsteps,
The markings he left,
The dripping water off his soul.
Can I confess now,
The beast was a kid,
And his tiny hands couldn't hold on
To all the food he stole?
Borrowed?
Needed.
And finally at the door,
A whole packet of cookies
Lay there, like a star
That fell from the sky
Unhinged it dropped on the ground
Where it didn't belong.
I didn't pick it up I followed ahead,
He passed that door,
I concluded from where he
Broke in?
Discovered through.
And went ahead to the bigger one
Where we welcomed guests
That neither belonged.
I shut that door,
Locked it now.
And came to my room.
Kept the stick aside,
Leaning it on the wall,
Like a dancer resting his feet.
And sat on the bed
Evolved.
I fought off a beast?
A beast scared off a hungry kid.
(I hope he managed to steal something away
At least bit into something before I intruded.)
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
I can hear you
Your vibrating voice like a heartbeat
as you dig your nails into my soft blanket
Trying to find space
In my space
Staring intently
At nothing
Your little hips going back and forth
Whine if I disturb you
How did you get so good
at making a space your own
Completely forgetting
that this space is owned
How did you get so good
At making a house your home
How did you get so good
At making a place your own
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
A yellow belly cardinal launches itself at my window
Pecks away at the old window pane,
Should I chase the intruder away?
Or should I make him the subject of my next poem
He became my inspiration, and I his adversary
It slurred whistled phrases calm my inner soul
After a while the pecking annoys my daughter’ cat
So, here I am compromising myself and not caring
Because I am about to compose a piece:
About war and peace: title
Fluffy and the **** bird
I took out my camera and zoom in on its beady eyes,
and realize that it was as blind as a bat
Teeth-chattering, tail going from side to side,
doing the war dance this **** cat,
A blind cardinal with a sweet melody
what more can I asked for, but to watch and learn
from the intruder, the spoil feline and the observer,
A yellow belly cardinal launch at my window
Pecks away at the old window pane,
Should I chase the intruder away?
Or let my daughters’ cat razz it?
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
I've tried to put up with you
But you always seem to pursue
You have a different kind of thing
It has become annoying
I want to understand
It's your disrespect, I can't stand
Please just stay away
And don't push your way
Leave us alone now
Your intrusion is something I can't allow
Stop the desperate pleas
I'm asking you, please.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
I am stuck in the darkness
A world so bad it has to be real
My dreams never cease to surprise me
in thier vividness
I wake up to my relief
Only to be ****** back into terror
Long shadowy arms extend from my ceiling
And hold me down
I can't move
I try to shout for help...
The shadow covers my mouth
...I live alone anyway
The fear creeps through me
as the electricity of this
shadowy intruder
keeps me still
Panic
And just as fast as it began
the shadow creeps back to the corners
it grew from
and I can move again.
It's three in the morning.
But I am not going back to sleep
I open a book and read instead.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
I am in no doubt,
I cannot get out.
No matter what I do,
No matter what I say,
I will continue to decay.
I am not even me,
I cannot break free.
I am a machine,
Taking orders off the Queen,
I know she's wrong,
But I'm not strong,
What if this continues lifelong?
With one glance,
I'm under her trance,
A promise of peace,
But the price will just increase,
She takes it all,
Then gladly watches me fall.
She's taken over me completely,
But I just want to be free,
Is it an impossibility?
n.l.b
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
as much as i'd like to be courageous,
this fear is outrageous,
i'm filled to the brim with anxiety,
scared of the world and society.
but what makes it even harder,
is that i'm losing my only armour,
there's an intruder in my head,
it won't stop until i've bled,
and eventually dropped down dead.
i'm becoming petrified of my own mind,
this intruder is so unkind,
and with this fear,
*"you can't hide this time,
you can't avoid me, dear."*
nostalgic,
i used to be so brave,
oh how things can change.
n.l.b
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
1:07 a.m.
wake up
shake
it's foreign
my legs are being clung to
i just want you to let go
it's a beg,
it's a cry for help
in the back of a black suburban
a scary place
where headlights are not used
a hand cannot be seen an inch in front of you
but somehow my body is found
and you invade
without permission
the words to shout
"Please stop"
3:34 a.m.
wake up
shake
sitting on the rotting dock
the cloth i wear
falling through
the salty rain
burns my cuts
lashed
the Norman in the yellow boots
and the white beard
retrieves my soul
he is not the gangster
who disturbed me before
4:56 a.m.
wake up
shake
powering into the church
stumbling over the invisible crutch
nothing more strange
it's a place i've rarely been
all eyes are on me
they know i am the spawn
of the heathen
but all i can do is cry
into the open arms of the church goers
and explain my long travels
and running away
the horrid torture that has reached my city
6:21 a.m.
wake up
shake
the white beat up car
holds a young mom
with her baby
who just stares at me with envy
as if i hadn't just been hurt like she
my parentals were called
and i was on my way out
something the young mom seemed
to have never seen
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC