invisible
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Trapped
When I woke this morning
I felt an urgency to escape,
yet I felt helpless
as if I were a rabbit
with one leg caught in a steel trap
and was trying to decide
I know you me---
This you cannot deny,
Or talk a good game,
Trying to put someone to shame.
I know you see me----
Not the Fig Newton of your mind
But if you just be kind,
Nobody notices me
I feel like a ghost
They assume that I'm fine
Though I'm worse off than most
I'm not even sure
If I'm dead or alive
I not really living
I just want to survive
What are days past
if not tombstones
how do i sculpt tribute
with these nothing hands
nobody cares about ghosts until they are salable
until they are stories
what it must feel like to be a story
Blank faces on bodies with no control
They walk by without one glance
Bodies without a soul
Anywhere you turn, bodies keep going by
The response that you seek will only just be lies
Just like a ghost
I host a night
hold you so tight
I mean you doubt
you always there in despair
I reach out to you
you let me look invisible
so risible
can´t help it
i miss having someone to talk to.
you make me feel like a poem.
it’s subtle, sharp around the edges,
but only because it keeps me safe.
The sun rises up on the horizon
as I walk to my class
no one turns to look at me
they all pass
no one ever talks to me
no one ever listens to me
no one seems to see me
AM I even there?
Who can see the Lord?
Our creator invisible.
Like the winds only heard
I have often felt invisible; insignificant when compared to other people. But I am luminous.
I’ve walked down streets with friends and been blatantly ignored when someone we both know passes by. But I am luminous.
Every day people pass me by
Like I'm not even there
I want to be noticed
I want to be seen
I want to go about my routine
Without having to worry about everyone else
Or being anxious
Dear Mr. Anonymous,
What is life like being a mystery?
Is it lonely, and empty,
Or is it full of soul?
Do ever become tired or bored
I am the invisible woman.
My name is ‘I Don’t Know’.
I am nothing and nobody
from nowhere
going no place in particular.
My body is made from mediocrity and wasted potential.
I am one of those people, you know?
Except you don't know unless you're one those people, too.
How could you?
You don't talk to us, or even about us,
All you do is look through us.
It's hard not to fall in love
with someone
when you spend so much time with them
and see them for who they really are,
especially when they think you are not watching their every move.
The music won’t stop dancing inside my head.Arrays of jade.Violet.Azure.Onyx and cream.Colors and tastes.Fresh mint.Vanilla icecream.Sharp citrus.Soft cheddar.It lifts and tilts.
Who am I?
No one sees me
They glance shallowly, right through my existence.
Who am I? Who am I?
I exist utterly in solitude
My own mind a mystery; I can't comprehend
Unseen
Unheard
So many deaths
From disease - war -
Starvation - abuse.
So many tragedies
In Hiroshima - Columbine -
Paris - Boston.
A moment of silence
On 9/11 - Rememberance Day -
I wish i could show you,
What this really means,
I wish I could tell you,
How I really feel,
I wish you would listen,
But my voice is too small to hear.
I want to raise my voice,
"Hello?"
No answer.
"Hello?"
I try again.
Still, no answer.
I call yur name,
I get no response.
I scream your name.
I still get no response.
I try to talk to you,
You never know, never see
can never really tell for sure because
everyone has different limits
everyone has different heights
and even if it's not
bad for you
it might be bad for them.
This was a visual poem that I had worked on about a year ago as a class project.
The poem is about the overall feeling of being alone that may come with moving onto new things or new places.
Oh how she wished to be seen
She's alwas been in the shadow of someone better
Way too inferior to be noticed
She's never gotten a taste of the limelight
It is
The touch of her palms on
A beating heart
Toying with the
Malleable tissue
Of a passionate soul.
It is
What is a rock?
Solid and strong.
Formed by breaking free.
I sit and I see.
Looking out into the ocean,
I am there.
The sea is on me, over me.
I am solid and strong,
Just like a rock.
Some people think that Jehovah God isn't real because he's invisible.They assume that he's not real because his existence isn't physical.Air is also invisible and everybody knows that it exists.
Why do I have to deal with this?
This pain with which I can not burden others
How do I fight to be seen?
When I also fight to hide
I need hope
But it has fallen away
I need peace
my safe haven has always been the library,
nestled among shelves upon shelves of beautiful, beautiful books
old with new and new with old
a mixture of the best and the worst of society,
I am the quiet girl in the back of the class
No one notices me they just go past
I am invisible and broken
But no one will ever know
So long I have lived in pain
Yet he just now can see
All the pain and grief
That consumes all of me
How can I be happy
When I’ve only ever been hurt
Instead of vowing to heal my scars
A love day filled with joy and laughter.
Went to the cinema after.
A breeze of beauty passed me by.
Acknowledgement and denial,
My normal self but still a cosmic pawn.
Choices are given, options limited.
Would you want the power to fly or be invisible?
I would love to fly all over the world and see the different kinds of people,
Why wouldn't you want to be invisible?
Because I'm already invisible by just being unequal,
You are your own worst enemy
You act like your in ecstasy
But you’re not
What I’m trying to say
Is you’ve come so far
You carry many scars
You made them on your own though
26 March 2014
Though my words have been scattered
and my lips been tainted,
take her heart and lift it.
Take her mind and relieve it.
Take away her pain, not her life.
A voice that leaves only a soft whisper in the clearing
a piece of sand drowning below the waves
Aggregation. No, irritation. No, Completly annoyed. NO! none of this even comes close to describing how i feel, because being invisible isn't something that words can describe. Someone already claimed you as their own, but i wanted you.
We use filter to cover up our blemishes,
Both physical and mental.
Who wants to see a girl without make up on,
Bearing her acne scars and enlarged pores?
Who wants to read an emotional caption,
One alone cannot lead.
One alone cannot love.
One alone cannot learn.
One alone cannot learn.
One alone cannot laugh.
One alone cannot live the life intended.
There's a perfect image I've always had of myself,
one not even a filter could create
One that's so perfect just me being me
Letting the world seeing me in my natural state
It's always seemed to get me further.
Your mind is deteriorating right in front of my eyes
But the flesh still clings to your cheekbones
Glasses
Sharp nose
Dark, patterened clothes
Sparkling baby blue eyes
Bright smile with a crooked jaw
Big loving heart with an old amourous soul
Behind the filter, behind the hashtag
Everyday I walk through the halls of red and white, watching unfamiliar faces of high school students pass by like a rock skipping across the water.
Thousands of eyes, but not a single one on me.
I feel like a leaf, one out of many on a tree
Walking past a vast sea of faces;
It's as if I'm not there
The crowd seems to be as one,
I screamed but only piercing silence was heard thus I took my seemingly rightful place as the invisible nerd.
A lump in my throat,
a ball of fire in my chest,
a river falling from my eyes,
I don't understand why,
a pounding head,
an aching heart,
my limbs are numb,
numb,
Being invisible is easy.
Standing out is hard.
To blend into the background,
To never be seen.
It's time to unviel the beauty behind
This curtain of invisibility.
Life passes, and there you sit,
I am a stranger
in my own life
I don't understand my friends
nor do they understand me
they may think they do
they may think that
my laugh is genuine
they may think that
I stroll down the streets of my town, through the hallways of my school, through the rooms of my house,
And what do people see?
My skin so caramel brown
And body nicely round
Curves here and there
But nobody seems to care
I live in a certain air
Burn with a body and soul
That no one can control
I am my own human being
lethargic and dumb
I sprained my right thumb
But truly a flower
The sink man he scours
A scope in that treat
A rope to the teat
I have no objective and
Love my resentive,
Arriving at this place filled with fear and competition
Feeling inept, inadequate, unfit and incapable
I hid behind my worries, my scares and even me, bare
I didn't like me, embarrassed, couldn't handle a stare
There I walking solitude
Alone, inconspicuous and free
Of shadow where I walk passed everyday
I'm very confined in my own mind
Wandering upon reality
I move through the halls with barely a glance.
People won't talk to me, won't give me a chance.
They hardly notice if my appearance I enhance.
I am not a ghost.
I spend most of the day inside my head,
Have you ever felt like you're in the shadows waiting for your time to shine?
Have you ever felt like you're tumbling over, caught on the borderline?
Which is better?
To be seen or unseen,
loved,
or feared?
Would you be the princess,
or the lady in waiting?
Would you be the White Queen,
or the villainous Knave of Hearts?
I had met with an angel.
Here's what he had said:
Love me forever, and it costs but one small thing
a life, fleeting
a soul-less little thing
your soul I ask to bring.
I had met with that angel
I know it's hard to hear the constant advances of suitors,
to hear their cat calls day in and out.
I know it is
At least I'm sure it is.
But that doesn't stop me from wondering what it is like to be noticed
Lonesome softly pounds
Whispers sweet sounds
Waits until day it ends
Paces and it depends
It asks for me to wait
Afraid I decide my fate
And I never make a change
Alone we never do gain
Skinny legs, a perfect hair is what they to see
A pretty face and perfect body,
The opposite of me.
The pressure to be perfect is slowly closing in.
When, when will all of this come to an end?
Surrounded
need space
To breath
Suffocating
looking
for help
and no one,
no one
notices
Do I matter?
Guess not
Why not?
Falls
Tars fall
I am the one you hate and love.
Everyone suspects me but no one sees me.
I sit in the corner reading my book,
I walk down the path smiling,
I feel as if I'm a block of chalk
who nobody sees
Why can't I be seen?
Because so many personalities
stand out way more pronounce than me
I am merely a shadow in their presences
Broken pieces
Shattered heart
My life just seems to fall apart
But there's nothing that I can do
Hiding what's inside
showing what's not really there and
Leaving behind my feelings for you
I don’t understand why it is so hard
For you to suck up your ego for 2 seconds
and let your guard down
You see I need some answers
because the pain is back.
It isn’t pulsating and waking me at 2:43 am
Tears are streaming down his eyesUnder the desk lays a broken boyEmptiness contains an empty roomNobody asks the question why Under the desk lies the broken boyHe screams in pain
If,
I had only awakened only to see the one
I have been so desperately and passionately
Been waiting to embrace,
To let known as it has always seen
Not as it has always been perceived
nothing is quite as painful as invisible is.
walking through the crowded hallways of a dysfunctional high school
As I walk by
Nobody sees be as remarkable
I am uninteresting to prying eyes
I am everyday life
I am unnoticeable to the unobservant
I am the one who you never notice
But I don't mind
Voice Unheard
Voice Unseen
Person of visibility
No longer seen
Invisible
Walks halls
Walks streets
Day after day
Still Unseen
Invisible
Voice of crys
Sometimes
I think it'd be easier if you had died
Not because I want you dead,
Not because I hate you,
But because then maybe I'd have a reason.
I'd have a reason to avoid everyone you ever spoke to
I stand here
Never seen
Never heard
Never to speak
Not one single word
No one takes notice
Or stops to stare
For if I don't speak
I'm not really there
I live in a world of darknessA world where no one caresI live where people have no heartsIt's always cold, I'm invisibleNo one wants me here, no one even knowsI wish to be in a world of happiness
In the crowd I am alone. Because No one seems to care. In the crowd I am lost. Because No one notices I am gone. In the crowd I don't exist. Because No one notices I am there. I am Invisible.
A diamond in the dirt,
A solo shining star,
Arround you wear a smile,
but you're distant and afar.
Smile and they'll never know
The dim light that shines inside,
The truth they will never see
I often wonder if those who have succeeded
walk among us
if they follow, invisible in our footprints
remaining unseen
When I see you,
the butterflies go crazy.
Flying and fluttering,
Telling me the obvious.
You smile and wave,
Seemingly thrilled to see me,
and I can't help
but smile and wave back,
i watch the raindrops slide downi watch the cold creep upi watch the day turn to nightand i know i'm dying on the insidei want to tell you you're the onethe only one i lovebut i can't seem to find the words
I rubbed a lamp and a gene appeared.
I said, "Wishes?" He said, "Three."
I told him three wishes would be great,
But one is all I need.
I wish I was invisible
I'd walk among the stars,
To you I am invisibleA translucent tragedyGrasping onto ridgesScratch marks created by a ghost
Put on the blank mask
Draw the smile and bright eyes
You know your task
To make it through the lies
Bind your soul
It can wait
Fill the hole
This is fate
Tie the strings
When I was younger,
I had always wished to be Invisible.
I used to put a blanket over my head,
hide in corners of the room.
I always thought of how cool it would be
to be there but unseen.
People everywhere.
Loud noises.
I'm too cold and too hot.
It's too difficult to speak.
Oxygen has abandoned my lungs.
Confusion.
Yelling.
Where am I going?
Did I just bump into someone?
I am Frankenstein’s monster—
a tired traveler yearning to break free
from this cage, this lonely overpopulated
world. Here, I stand in a crowded
grocery store listening to people yell and
I sit and watch as you watch her wishing it were me. Screaming on the inside because I just want to be acknowledged, want to be noticed
When I was in high school, I was the invisible girl. No one looked at me, No one said a word to me. I sat in the corner of the room. I wrote down all my thoughts in my journal. I would look up; I would see everyone staring at me.
I see the girl in the mirror.
So good at being me.
But she's not.
I know if I close my eyes, hers will close too.
If a tear rolls down my cheek, one will fall from hers.
Sitting in class
where everyone ignores me.
I don't mind though,
because they're all better off.
I'm just a shadow, standing in the back,
Filled with gaping holes and millions of cracks.
I'm trapped and I can't seem to get out,
no matter how much I try to scream and shout.
There I am, just standing in the dark,
I used to think you were invisible
that i could never see you
but now i know that that was just a lie
Breathing, thinking, listening
As I lie in bed awake
Worrying and waiting
There's a fear I cannot shake
I thought u were different from the rest. You really put my trust and patience to the test. Right beside you I said I'll always be. But instead you take advantage of me. My past is bad it makes me regress, but pushing through is the real test.
How are you?
Is something wrong?
Are you upset?
All empty questions.
You don't care, you never have.
You see the hurt in my eyes, and you look away.
I’ve daydreamed myself invisible.
Lost in the blur of faces, names, laughter, colors.
The school hallways are Tetris, and I’m a piece trying to fit before I am crowded out.
Crowds.
I’ve daydreamed myself invisible.
Lost in the blur of faces, names, laughter, colors.
The school hallways are Tetris, and I’m a piece trying to fit before I am crowded out.
Crowds.
*So i was walking to the bus stop and passed by a homeless man. Nothing new so I walked straight past him didn't even see him at first. They tend to blend in with the concrete here and its a shame.
I am invisible.
Undeniably unrealistic.
A ghost to the touch.
The last thought, a remnant.
Forgotten.
Please, feel free.
Remember me?
