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

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

...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

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.

kenny composed songs
and sonnets to an angel
that lives down his street

a woman he has never spoken to

3:13 p.m.

skinny as a reed
4 foot eleven
kenny laveg
did some acid
that turned him invisable
being invisable
he had no need for clothes
kenny walked the 2 miles
to heightmuller's house

now,
heightmuller
had a growing disorder
6' 5 in the 8th grade
250 pounds

kenny was not impressed

so,
laveg
who is now invisable
strolls up cold stone steps
crashes through
the glass front door
where heightmuller
lives

kenny is chasing heightmuller
around and around
the kitchen
and heightmuller
jumps on top of
the refrigerator
screaming for his mom
and kenny rips
rips the door
off of
the refrigerator

and kenny laveg stares
at heightmuller
for a long
long moment
winks
and says,
"you don't **** with superman"...

...kenny stole
a 5 ton garbage truck
the day he got out of jail

you showed me how to think crazy
and be free

kenny laveg
sharp-edged and fearless
the patron saint
of us tortured souls and dreamers

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

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.

I feel like I'm invisible,
I feel like no one sees,
I feel like you don't care,
I feel like I'm invisible,
So here is to the people,
That feel like they are invisible.

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.

The moment you want to cry.
you cant stop it.
its would all be easier if you were to die.
not dealing with everyone making you feel like ****.

Why cant anyone hear?
The blade screams my name.
I'm shaking from fear.
I walk by in shame.

Every day I try to confess.
I feel invisible, please see me.
Even if I look like a mess.
Im drowning in a black sea.

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.

love is a lifetime of examples of how we can overcome our fears, worries, and doubts.
It is invisible but can be seen, it is intangible but can be felt,
it is inaudible but you know it when you hear it.
at times it can seem to be extinct, and others make you as euphoric as the most powerful drug.
in the end it is only you who can choose to let it in, push it away, or accept it

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.

Catagorized by the invisable
who are they?
whether they rush or saunter past the living
whether they rest to observe the emptyness of the dead
its theirs to remember
its theirs to forget
who are they?
is their a man in charge of them?
if so... a speck
not really an exsistence
for whom no one should fear... but chuckle
dare to discribe their panoramics of nothingness
for exsistence is microscopic in its vastness
so... who are they?
the invisable
the observers
the remembered
the forgotten...


search within

The Heart Invisible
The love signal's radio sent to her went unheard
For the glasses, she had worn
Were too dark for visibility.
Wrong choices of a "checkmate" can lead to another
"bump of a queen."
However harsh as this situation has been to me..
I'm the opposing "king" playing on the chessboard
Waiting and growing, stronger, for her
As I wait, patiently wait for her.
My kingdom might not be made of solid gold hills
Diamond Mountains
or Houses of Credit Cards...
I might not seem like nothing more than the "player"
as in chess, elegance is the game
Never arrogance...
I might have a kingdom made of wood buildings
Green grassed mountains
and modest paved streets
In the long run..she shall see the light and run too...
The place where our hearts shall united and forever greet.
I have never wished ill faded definitions as to why I care so much
so much for her...
It was never anything made of insanity...
Just complimentary...
What made her characteristics that shone from her heart
and beautiful smile and personality
Caught my attraction...
More than lust or crazy blind notions which lead to obsession
My true avoidance as it is true relation's profanity
That breaks the bonds of hearts apart
It cheats one another of true Human Connections
and hearts beating for the better wishes for one another
This is the light which shines from truer and more beautifully
minded
Heartfelt
Candy Store Sweet Intentions...Definitions...
The sweet future of matrimony institution.

.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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  *** 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.

she had the power to break the seas in half or my heart completely. She would say she was broken. Really she was completely what I saw in my heart. Her fuse burnt quick in a path straight to the flame in my soul which could not be undone. she is the wind on a still night invisible only to herself, but touching everything completely

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.

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

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?

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

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.

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

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.

tonight might make my heart beat so fast
Im a radical yes, and I might let go a little atlast
the circus down the street wakes me up every morning
the drops of dew fall off my shoulders from those precious white lilies
that you left on my front door with a note that whispered softly to me
you make me blush
I kiss my own hand and prepare it to write my soul on parchment
In a language thats almost invisable to eyes that reveal themeselves to quik for interest
sometimes my fingers are too strong and the paper is too thin
but the walls of the trees and the sand never fails
and the leaves on the ground are always smiling at me when I walk there to write about this
I feel the butterflies in every corner, everytime I look up with a daffodil pressed against my lips
I say no your beauty makes me blush

me, im diffrent
me, im sad
me, im the invisable girl
me, im the one that bleeds
me, im the one who crys
me, im the one who screams your name to the heavens
me, im the one who just took there last breath
me, im dead and gone