"invisable" poems
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of
wild and simple joy
invisable to eyes, now...
I wander the meadow grass
the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight
the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...
and you come running
spectral through the mist,
I walk lonely fields
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 1:50 PM UTC
you played to pursudae
my golden parade
into your midnight blue finger tips--
to hinder me to beg to be a part of the edge of your lips
oh young man why do you throw me in your bed like that
and touch my ribs and sides the way leaves touch the ground in autumn
your palms have left invisable marks along the small of my back
dont make me loose whatever is left inside of my thoughts
the waves of eminent energy that rush down your masculinity
as I simply watch adorning every crevice of anything that ever exsisted inside of you
and everytime I noticed this passion grew
---
and I always seemed to notice
when I felt blindness and artless
your name skipped in my blood
----
and I am no longer heartless
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
The scarecrow, solitary in the field
Tatty coat, all astray
Looks out over all his land
If he could talk, what would he say.
Summer,autumn, winter too
Wind and rain, clouds of grey
He never flinches from his post
If he could see, what would he say
Children play amoungst the crops
Neatly parcelled bales of hay
Days grow shorter, crisper, cooler
If he could hear, what would he say
Invisable tears and a broken heart
His lonely vigil every day
Timeless days and empty nights
If he could walk, would he walk away.
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 2:23 AM UTC
As a child I always covered my ears
whenever I started to hear my
parents fighting about whose weekend it was
And I hated that term
Whose weekend it was
Like they owned me
As if I was nothing more than some
quarrelsome barter being habitually swapped between living quarters at the end of every week
Sometimes I wished nothing more than to be
invisable, camouflaged along the wall
of dusty old antiques
Because the only ones you ever saw
fighting over them were old people who smelled
of pastries and lilacs
But I got tired of waiting for that
And I got more tired of the ********
small talk and forced awkward smiles
and when push came to shove,
At eight years old I was tired
of being handled with kid gloves
I grew up feeling like a token of fair trade
And in school I learned that fair trade
really wasn't fair at all
Some were taught to run while others
are forced to crawl to cross the finish line
but even that can't buy you time
Because at the end of the day
I still find myself coming back to that
original thought of the antiques along the
wall of items that nobody bought
And when you see that your only
company is dust and stale air,
life finds another way to remind you
that nothing is fair.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
She was drown in the shadows of a past she dare not escape.
Bound by an invisable chain, anchored, and weighting her down.
In a painful comfort of dysfunction, this chain rubbed raw places in her mind.
Like an addict in her ways, kindness and happiness slipped through her open grasp, so she could wade into the familiar waters once again wrapped in her sadness.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Dear Mr first name only somethings ya do dont really
make sense.
But even a drunk like me has to say it's enough.
Cause my drunk *** cant even stand let alone strattle a fence.
Points was the first straw my invisable friend.
To make ten comments for a point.
Well i got far better things to do with my weekend.
And one night as from the bar i did crawl.
Thought i was just drunk off my ***
But dam if ya didnt take down the wall.
But it's okay cause if ya wanna be on the list
you can always buy a place.
Ya know your dealing with poets right?
Hey some kid just took his parents credit card
and stole my place.
Mr Elliot should i stay silent in fear.
It's hard to shut a good drunk up.
Was it you that put that horse head in my bed
and drank all my beer?
And while certin people gave us the name
they gave my foggy mind a idea to.
If ya keep us going at each other then
that keeps us fom going after you.
Mr Elliot please dont read this and
make me dissapear.
For I'll take refuge in my pub.
hide behind the women and gaurd the rear.
Yes im the ressident ******** and clown.
The bartender to the masses.
Who preaches drink up and get down.
If it aint broke Mr Elliot lets **** with it till it is.
Let me hand ya a beer.
Shake it up good and watch it fizz.
Hello I hope this isnt goodbye.
Cause it just aint much fun without Gonzo.
Im a drunk a *** a nut a pervert and a pretty nice guy.
Dear Mr Elliot sending me away wasnt very nice.
When i think vacation I think sun and sand.
Not the north pole hey were the ***** santa?
Well least for my drinks i got pleanty of ice.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
blue checkered jacket
the cloth faded.
kneeling onto yesterday
holding on to tomorrow
her leathery tan hands cup
a wrinkled tired face.
the white tasseled hair and the bulbous nose.
hope has left her eyes,
the light has turn to rain.
beneath a torn brown skirt
short varicose bowed legs
forever journey to no place.
everything she owns in a big paper bag.
She has no home.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
*The girl is waiting for the moment just before midnight
The waiting driving madness further into her core
With every beat of her frail heart
She falls deeper into her self
Silenced only by the louder noise of wings flapping around her
What should she do?
Run?
She sits shocked in awe of such a beautiful creature
Feared by many
The girl knew only too well the ways in which we try so hard to think ourselves superior
And yet we fall when nature takes hold
Manipulating
Killing
Respectfully hiding our faces in the sand
The creature holds her gaze for a meer moment
Connection is made
Can you feel the invisable thread
can you witness
The tears that flow so freely
Cleansing the pain
Freeing the soul
Can you hear the heartbreak of the Dragon
As it sings the tunes of every heartbreak
Wanting the endings to be simpler
Less painful
Dragons have visions
The past is gone
And the future is beyond their control
The dragon out side her room
Is still breathing
Just
As a single tear is seen trickling down his face
She holds on tight to the thought
That if a dragon can die of heartbreak
Then what hope is there for a girl as frail
And misunderstood as she
She lies beside him
When dawn breaks she finds herself alone
With a note left
'Gone back to the heart from whence I came'
Look after your heart well
For if the dragon in you finds it needs to be free from you
The pain must have been so strong
But now he has released that which he could no longer hold onto
He can once more be connected
To all that you have become*
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 5:59 AM UTC
From behind the bar I recall what led me here.
Not to see people fight over spots on a board.
But to bring them togather as friends.
Not drive them apart as enimies.
To see the glass stay full.
And the spirts to bring cheer.
Jokes hold truth.
As the jester I know pain.
Smells of perfume and smoke beautiful eye's
and that invisable desire.
We dance in hope of capturing life.
To embrace in darkness.
The page can never capture the passion
of two lovers spark.
From behind the bar I see life
for more than what others belive it is.
Jokes comfort as the flirt kisses the ego.
Napkins written with numbers passed encounters
promised.
Some never to know the light of day.
Hungover friends gather whiskey laced
plessures with a tinge of regret.
But life is one play my friends that no
single act shall we froget.
The drink sit's neat apon the bar.
You can see blindley for years.
And never know who people truley are.
Drinks as people dont last long.
They gleam the same under neon light.
So friends always mix them strong.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
All my life my parents always told me to dream big.
As a kid I thought to China, I could dig.
But the critics in my head keep my dreams little.
Getting tired of these mental monsters making me feel belittled.
In my dream it seems like the pest knows whats best.
All their words and whispers make me wanna second guess.
To stressed and caught up in outsiders looks.
Feels like I embezzled the thoughts, of invisable crooks.
Thought I could beat kung foo when I grabbed the pebble.
But the monsters and the crooks made the whole idea disheveled.
They eroaded my motives of keeping the real me open.
I feel the claws of the monsters on the back of my neck strockin'.
Thinking to myself I'm the only victim they've choosen.
Letting the whispers and words get into my emotions.
If only I were deaf maybe I wouldnt be the one they've choosen.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 5:11 PM UTC
~~~
It is all around us
a realm we cannot see
but unlike this weighted world
there we can be free
It is never subject
to senses yet untuned
it is like a vapor
lit only by the moon
another dimension?
perhaps this will explain
but you will surely know it
as an unseen rain
though it has all knowledge
it will only tell
those who practice wisdom
like the music of a shell
but you must place that cockle
to a patient ear
those who are impatient
perhaps will never hear!
you won't see see it glowing
with a human eye
but it is ever present
as real as you or i
though it is very lovely
through spirt-eyes is seen
it is the real world
our own is just a dream.
SoulSurvivor
(C) January 20, 2015
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
your there, i try to be invisable
i cant take it
your there smileing casue you see me
i turn around
you call out my name and laugh
i shiver and turen back around
you smile that smile again
and i walk over
your smile its inviting
i get there and you stick your knife of words in my cheast
i breath, and turn and walk away
i go to the bathroom and cry
its happeing again
i take my pencil and scrtch the surface of scars that had finaaly healed
they crack open
i take my rist band and slide it over
nobody will know
i will live in scilence
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
Sweet darlin known only to me.
You hide in the shadows.
And dance on empty floors so others will not see.
You hang onto words empty as your heart.
And cast aside all who care.
For there is no heartbreak if you never start.
You wrap yourself in lies and so freely twirl.
I wonder does anyone ever truley see.
My invisable girl.
once she was there only to vanish a little at a time.
I new the person.
More than a simple ryhme.
We loved and lost.
Shared a pain and suffred the cost.
As we live more like ghosts in a empty shell.
I wonder In your isolation.
I pitty whomever thoose secrets you tell.
Like a old cat beside a fire into a emotional ball you do
curl.
I wonder if ever you will return my invisable girl
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 1:35 AM UTC
Sick of being the ugly friend
Sick of being the friend noone cares about
Sick of being the friend that has to try because noone else makes an effort
Sick of trying to help but being taken for granted
Sick of being the friend that always walks on the grass
Sick of being the friend thats last to get invited
Sick of being the friend that gets mad fun of constantly
Sick of being the friend that gets chosen last
Sick of being the friend that gets walked all over
Sick of being
Ignored
Invisable
Talked over
Pushed away
Used
Because I can only take so much
Soon I wont even be your friend at all
But I guess you wouldnt even notice
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Its a pain that I'm unable to explain.
Physical yet emotional all in the same way.
To the outside world its invisable and non-existent
But inside there is a stabbing, gut wrenching pain.
A blade being ****** through my abdomen over and over again.
Until nausea over comes and chokes me close to drowning
The very organs that make me a woman are poisoning my blood, my life force
Every emotion is magnified, intensified
made into a life ending dilema
Every nerve throbbing, transferring through every part
Making my legs weak and my heart race
The blood running through my veins has become acid
Alone in this prison of emotional and physical hell
No tender hand to caress my cheek
No soothing, comforting words to lul me to sleep
No strong arms to wrap me up tight
No soft lips to kiss me goodnight
The darkness of solitude is seeping in
To encompass and destroy any small bit of hope left
Fate has cursed my every move
Tarnished every hello, expecting and waiting for the goodbye
Destined to wallow for all eternity in my own tears
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
I choose to live
so pensive
I am a captive
in my vast proximity
in thoughts that eat each others thoughts
and grow within each other
and then die
the sun rises through the window sill
peaking like infants playing hide and go seek
pretty little eyes between the brown cracks
beams shine on my face
and wake me up to this creature
called a new day
and we praise this new comer
this bringer of different sorts
as I sit here, it rules me in the court
charging me guilty before it comes
it raises its hand before my words are done
my poems fall like invisable somethings
and the air it hunts me down
and my ears drown in the sound
of the wind blowing through my hair
my hands are filthy and Im holding my heart
or more so my despair
save me from this nightmare, I may find sanity
no but not in you new comer
but elsewhere
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:25 PM UTC
We all thrist for passion and desire the lust.
From the stage it's a strange connection between the music
and the female form.
For years I sat the party creator sixteen full of want and no clear direction.
Tight skirts the light caresses every curve.
So eager to be jaded and happily used.
My school of beautiful corruption and thoose
Ladies so eager to teach.
Love far from mind the time of change toys left
behind.
New vices soon to replace.
The bar my sanctuary the stage I was invisable in
plain site.
Laughter is my love the party my soul.
Sin my eager vice the perfume to my devilish mind.
***** and no worries about the following day.
I fell in the life a happy fool.
Blind to the vision of the one way street.
Just a kid lookin to hitch down hell's highway.
The noise the sweat the blood given to perfect
strangers in the key of night.
Those beautiful forms sway in a seduction
tremble at the unseen hand.
The nights direction was always at my command.
Outside the night went from everything to
emptyness of the ordinary.
They went there way my feet back on the ground.
For I gave then a mental release victem to a sound.
Moments turn to tears the jaded forget all to soon.
But I remain the party never ends.
Faces fade forever into the night.
Direction points elsewhere.
Habits and addictions sex and and the abstract
scene.
My road leads in many directions.
The crossroads is but a one way street.
I see them still in the shadows.
Where the Devils and Angel's meet.
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 8:35 AM UTC
He will bring you to your knees,
He will **** your memories.
Watch out for rivers of blood,
You'll wish you never met the memory killer.
Invisable predator, Odd behaviour,
It's only a matter of time.
Watch your back he might attack,
And steal your memories.
Questions sparked, memories are killed and broken,
Left exposed for the world to view.
My memory fades as death brings to light a new creature,
Feared by the world loved by the media.
Memories always cut the skin so deep,
I have nothing left anymore,
No memories all taken by the memory killer.
Written by Kelly O'Hara 20th Sept 2014
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
There's something about the sky
when it hovers over me like a blanket
keeping me warm with it's hues
I'm glad it's there everyday keeping me in check
following me around like my shadow
I cannot do any wrong when it's there
I am not invisable during the day
but when night falls it's the darkness
that hovers and still the sky follows me.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
Everyday befor you walk out that doortheres that invisable line you have cross.A side you have to choose.Good or bad right and wrong.Or if your truthful then you know the lines are often blurred.For often I have been cruel only to reflect apon kindness.The road teaches as well as masks a truthful manssoul.Youth fades as we either move on or become part of a black hole known as the past.It consumes even the strongest beliver turns the brightest eyes cold and vacant.And for thoose that see dreams they thirsted for come to a reality they realize what they chased.Was with them all along.Talent isnt captured it's born locked within the tortred soulto blind to understand that it it starts from within.for once at the at the top of one mountian you relizetheres only more of thoose ******* ahead.It's not about trophys and getting your *** kissed byothers who secretly thirst for your fall.Apon reflection I wonder.Did I even want it at all?
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC
Im naked and exposed,
My vulnerabilities taking hold.
But I have no bounds, I knew this when I fell.
For his aura lured me in,
His beautiful soul caught hold of mine.
For we were pulled together by invisable twine.
Ravelled, but I could have broke free.
For it was where I wanted to be, where I wanted to stay.
Blinded by his memphis,
Locked in by his gaze.
Just for one sweet moment, be entangled in one anothers love.
For love it was. But love it couldnt be.
For you didn't belong to me, I had to set you free.
The right love, at the wrong time.
Maybe in another life you would have been mine.
But for now I'll just wonder, I'll wonder what could have been.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
Paper latterns light the gardens path.
To a splendid night and a summer bath.
Rose peddles trampled under her feet.
As her form fill's the darkness.
hiding in the shadows trying to catch a peek.
Of the beauthy who gives life with her
kiss.
Magic seems real on a night like this.
On a night like this the world stands still.
when feelings are spent.
And emotions serve there own will.
She tempts the angels and makes the old young.
Climbing the invisable ladder.
Rung by rung.
Green tea she sips while drifting down
a lonley night.
A painters brush draws a tear at her sight.
Golden hair cold blue eyes.
She breaks hearts with sugar coated lies.
Jasmine fills the air.
With love and memories to share.
nothing about her seems real.
She acts unfazed with mass appeal.
Often is her coldness mixed with rejection.
She surrounds herself with walls for
constant protection.
Living in a world of her own making.
Giving visions of passion for the dreamers taking.
No matter her ways still someone she does miss.
As the wind travles through the trees.
She reflects on a night like this.
She fills the emptyness with a secret innovation.
On a broken dream and a promised vacation.
Standing in the shadows soaking up her eternal bliss.
Romance and passion.
Come togather on a night like this.
this is a very old write of mine i found in one of many old comp books
just thought it sounded decent i belive i wrote this about five years ago when i was to scared to show a friend let alone strangers my work.
anyways alot has changed since
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 5:39 AM UTC
I can't stand the way you
Straighten your shoulders and
Look down on the world from
Your invisable throne.
You've spent so much time
Looking down your nose that
You haven't realized that
You have no crown nor castle.
There is no kingdom,
Nor are there gold or gems.
You're living in a fairy tale of your own
Creation.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
It's something invisable that I'm attracted to
That lies in the sparkle that shines all around you
Some kind of wonderful, magnetic magic force
That brings me closer to you and your wide eyed open door
Something innocent that keeps me so allured
Glorious and brilliant that has my heart cured
Wont you tell me what it is about you
That keeps me glued
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
My life made sense before
You.
I was happy without you.
I was happy alone.
Nothing makes sense now.
Nothing.at.all.
Now I feel like something
is
missing.
Now --
My bed feels empty,
And my phone seems too quiet,
And I'm always angry,
And everything looks breakable.
But,
Not as breakable as me.
My bones are glass and,
My skin is tissue paper.
I'm crinkled and torn...
And these cuts hurt the worst.
I don't think I would feel quite so
empty,
If I never felt
whole.
I wouldn't feel so
invisable,
If I'd never been
seen.
I wouldn't feel so
fragile,
If I'd never been
saved.
So thanks for that.
Remember when I could stand on my own?
I was so **** good at it.
I was strong.
I was intrepid.
I was ******* untouchable.
I guess we all have our weaknesses...
Mine was a perfect smile,
And eyes that could shoot me all the way to the moon and back.
Life before you made sense.
Life with you made sense.
Life after you isn't even worth mentioning.
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC