Invisible

One poem per poet.

Must be a new one.

One week time.

Minimum 250 words.

Invisible



Sometimes I feel like I'm lost
In a see of absolute shame
it seems like no one sees me;
or notices when I'm around
Walking out of the room,
a silent slam of the door
Nobody bothers looking up
They don't hear my screams
It's like I'm trapped in a bubble of my own
Soundproof, view-proof.
Walking around tearing things off of walls
I just hit that guy next to me
Looking back, did he notice? No, i was just a breeze
It's miserable when you don't matter
When no one cares what you do
What it must be like,
to converse with someone else
writing notes with only myself,
the only type of conversation
It's depressing when you only hear your voice
but what do you say when your screams go unheard
What do you do, when your on the out looking in
Where do you stand when you're standing alone?
When everyone pretends you don't exist
and you're the only one who sees
When you look into the mirror
and the reflection starts to fade
Starting to feel you don't exist
disappearing into the void
As oblivion swallows you whole,
and the end is inevitable,
You start to understand the truth of it all
Regardless of how you feel
bullet-proof or fragile
When no one sees you,
pain is real,
It hurts from the start,
when they start to show they don't care
Nothing seems to matter
It's lonely and gets old
But what can you say
When you know your invisible?

Invisible

He wrote,
As if invisible.

Not hard to imagine.

The way others treat me,
I am that way every day.

They talk,
Around me,
Behind me,
In front of me,
But,
Not to me,
Certainly not,
With me,
And,
Sadly,
(Since I over hear their words).
Not, even, about me,
I am invisible.

I hold the door,
Smile,
Say,
“Good morning.”

They pass through the door,
But,
They do not hear;
They do not respond;
I am invisible.

Their computer misbehaves,
I over hear,
“This thing needs service.”

I step in,
It is my job,
I make repairs,
(Usually a result of user errors).

They sit down,
Return to work,
As if the minutes past,
Were leap-frogged,
No problem occurred,
And,
Since, no problem occurred,
No repair needed/made,
I am invisible.

Standing at the receptionist desk,
When a visitor arrives,
They ask an aide,
To show them,
To the Tech. Office,
Because,
I am invisible.

In the lunch line,
I smile,
And say,
“Hello.”

They hand me my lunch,
They say nothing,
They do not see my smile,
They turn away,
To help the next person,
I eat at a table alone,
Because when I sit at a table with others,
They treat me as if,
I am invisible.

In the meeting,
After lunch,
There is no chair for me,
I get one from a nearby office,
And sit at the end of the table,
The agenda is followed,
Everyone,
In their turn,
Reports,
They skip me,
I am invisible.

I offer my hand,
To help them up,
When they slip on the ice.

They roll onto their side,
Then on to hands and knees,
Struggle to their feet,
Brush themselves off,
Turn and limp away,
Is if I am not there.
With my hand extended,
I am invisible.

When the coffee runs out,
I put a new brew pot on;
When it is filled,
They drink it,
As if it were magically there,
Since,
I am invisible.

Today,
My paycheck,
Was in the wrong mailbox;
Even my mailbox,
Is invisible.

I am an old man,
20 pounds over weight,
No longer straight and tall.

After 14 years,
When I retire,
Will they remember,
I was ever there?

To the beautiful,
Young people,
I work with,
I am invisible.

Invisible

She wasn’t much of a mother
I would rather have had another
She’s got one foot in the grave
And I need to misbehave
At deaths door she claims to be
But she’ll probably out live me
I need to hurry things along
I don’t care if right or wrong
My anger starts to grow
She just really needs to go

Invisible for a day
I can find the perfect way
To inherit what is mine
To be a high flyer
It’s her death that I require
I’m unseen in her room
I’m bringing her doom
There’s no need to sneak
Or round corners to peek
I am nothing to see
I’m totally free
No need to excuse
This parental abuse
To the foot of her bed
I heavily tread
For a moment I linger
I hold up two fingers
I whisper “fuck you”
You didn’t have a clue
No idea and unable to view
Exactly what I was about to do

With a hop, jump and a skip
I carefully remove her drip
I joyfully create some fear
Whispering obscenities in her ear
Despite her smell of talcum powder
My whispering got much louder
She stirs barely awake
Her shoulders I shake
She’s scared and confused
I’m mildly amused
She screams to a panic
My rage now volcanic
Her body starts to twitch
In her face I scream, “Die Bitch”

All went quiet
At the end of this riot
No feelings of dread
It was clear, she was dead
With my invisible mask
I’d completed my task
No longer a bum
My kingdom had come
With the death of this bitch
I’d be very rich
Happy and hearty
I’d learn how to party
With a glass of red wine
I toasted what’s mine

Now sitting in prison
It’s like she’s arisen
I made my admission
With no real omission
Confessed what I’d done
I was back to square one
Frustrated and caged
Lost and enraged
Id been so dim witted
The reason I admitted
The will, it’s format
She left it all to the cat

The Opportuned Avenger

Invisible,
a hood of vengence,
a double-edged swordlike arm,
an iris of rage- a shade of the knight,
the robe of the avengers,
steps of valor as I match like a troop,
Invisible to man,
obscure to the spirits of death,
I'll ride through my spilled blood- an impetus to strike with no second thought
your lordship served my rights; right at the nose of your urge,
I'll sate the crave-  tongue seared by my fury,
my revenge- an asylum for my troubled soul.

I erred by backing
you up,
your back stab cleared
my doubts,
the horror looped my trust
from man,
you sunk my heart in the river
of pain,
I'll travel to it's bank and stream away
the cheese
I'll be ears next to my
snares,
seat with my fears and have a toast
of life,
I'll travel deep down the secrets beyond
my soul,
delight my heart with
unsearchable truth,
unveil the lies that condemns
my spirit,
a powerful daisy-cutter with the camp
of terror,
so much task my soul
will bulk,
so much load my mind
will unlift,:
so much burden my heart will
unleash,
evidence to break my
yokes,
truth to slit my
fetters,
on my way to
justification,
I'll turn to the page of my
righteousness,
I'll refer a single good of mine even on the overleave of a filthy print.

Invisibility- a pill of invincibility!
Sad,
it's overdose will still  expire,
my weak self teleports back to the vale of shadows,
I've got thousands of seconds,
but the clock glucks with sounds of limited time,
I wish I could make the sun stand still overhead and infringe dread over you forever like the terror of the nights
still yet,
darkness dawns away in forgiving daylight...

Shiny Red Wheels


He rode his bike on Christmas day
all up and down his cul de sac
Joyously, he laughed in play
on shining red wheels new.

His neighbor had a new toy too.
In BMW of black
he hit the boy and sped away
on shining red wheels too.

Were I invisible today,
I'd find the killer's hideaway
pick up his BMW keys
and get behind the dash.
No one would see me in the rain
but they'd feel lighting flash.

When he approaches to admire
his new toy, with a roar I'd fire
up the engine, hit the gas
and plow him with a squeal.
A young boy's laughter shall be heard
as burning rubber peels...

No one would know whose spirit drove
those shiny new red wheels.



Well...it's much too short in word count, but you can pretend the poem is invisible, if you'd like. I don't mind.