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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.
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Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
The Ghost in the Window
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.
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dancing in your soul intruder lover... your stallion cause you need what's yours
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Video Life
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.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
You Were To Be Blamed
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
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
Intruder
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.
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Internal Intruder
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
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
Intruder
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!
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Seven lives to live
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.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Webs of Solitude
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.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
Intruder. Violater.
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.)
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Beast
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.)
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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
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
Making my house your home
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?
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
The Intruder
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.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
Uninvited Guest
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.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Sleep Paralysis
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
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Stuck In The Cycle
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
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
afraid
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
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
Too-Early Torture