#trespasser
Soul trespasser...
You long for splendour...
You are one of those who yearns for one-off occasions to chase after you.
You’re remembering someone’s secret celebration in a place of strange perfection...
A child that partied all night, became their own bartender and private dancer...
That unique hotel’s façade declared adventure...
But now there is a window to a dark wall of desire.
Hungering for some old, solid friend there...
You await their return, and when they do, you’re still lingering... wanting their whispers to declare...
That this room has the very best view and mirror with you in it... For a life that feeds you more than you can chew...
You’ll risk it. Won’t look back on that wardrobe journey... You’ve packed your bags, opened up in a new strange surge of wellbeing.
Cobwebs from years of wild, winding worries – clear –
As the brightest sun discovers you...
On a functional vacation, joining the dots to a person... who no longer needs to fear or hear... or acknowledge you’re there...
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
I have a sign on my chest
that says "trespassers
welcome."
It's written in red ink,
the cheap kind that never really dries
and with each new boy
that invites himself into my home,
the letters become smudged.
I try to remove the sign
but it remains there
etched into my skin
and the more I pull at my skin
the stronger the pain
in my chest grows.
Trespassers are only temporary
and I pray that one day
they will stop reading my body
as an open invitation but
until that day.
My chest
will be painted
red.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Get out of my dreams, nobody invited you here.
Don't you know it's rude to barge in uninvited?
I forgave you already, why do you keep coming back?
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC