Invisible...

I have dreamed many times of being invisible. I suppose this can be interpreted as an anxiety situation. For instance, I often go out from my office at lunchtime and get lost trying to find my way back. I ask people for directions or get on and off busses and nobody seems to see me.

I eventually find my way back to the office and sit back down at my desk. After what seems like many hours, feeling guilty and used, it dawns on me that nobody has even noticed the fact that I am missing at all!

I don’t fancy the idea of actually being invisible. I don’t want to be an eavesdropper on private conversations or have people talk about me thinking I am not there. I find it rather scary and not an experience I wish to undertake.

by Von

I am invisible

I am from the land of make believe

I live with fairies

I will have many dwarves

I will go to Memphis

I will travel all over the USA

I will be a millionaire

I will be famous

I will have a building society

Nobody will know my name

I won’t have a name

I will live in a castle

I will have a lot of children

I will be a monarchy

by Catwoman

I am invisible, that’s plain to see

What’s plain to see is you can’t see me

You can hear my breath and feel me there

When I’m touching your face, when I’m stroking your hair

No space do I take, no shadow do I cast

I am an empty vessel lying dormant in your past

I walk the streets the same as you

Some I recognise, most are new

When you laugh, cry, sleep, I am there in your presence

I linger around, consuming your essence

I am all alone, you’re with a new man

I may not be there, but here I still am

I am invisible, I became this way

The day your love died and you walked away

by Peaches & Cream

I cannot be seen, felt or heard. It is quite unnerving being able to see and hear but not be noticed. It feels as if people should be able to walk through me and not just pass by. I am experiencing a mixture of wonder, panic and apprehension. It seems in this state I could do almost anything, go anywhere. It is a sense of complete freedom and at the same time I feel the loss of not being noticed, of not being there.

If I cannot be seen then am I really there, or is it all my imaginings? Can I go to different places? If I can, how do I travel? Do I think of where I want to fo and then just appear there, or do I have to choose a mode of transport? Can I open a door? Can I climb steps? If I fall in water, can I swim?

This invisibility thing opens up so many questions.

I wonder if I will have time to do anything at all. Can I even move on my own? How will I move if I cannot walk? Will I float about? Will I still need to eat and drink, or will something else sustain me? This strikes me as being the ultimate in being alone.

by Old Salfordian

Our Chip Shop - by Fay Wall

There's a chippy on Whit Lane corner
That sells the best fish n chips.
We drool as we queue
Saying 'I'm before you'
While patiently licking our lips.
There's a waft on the the breeze
Oh, hurry up please
The smell is driving me mad!
It flies up your nostrils and tickles your tonsils
And makes me want to add
A penn'oth of chips a penn'oth of peas
And don't forget the vinegar please!

The Pawnshop Window - by Fay Wall

What a fascination the window holds for me.
It attracts my attention, oh the things I do see.
There are brooches and rings of silver and gold
Alarm clocks and watches, some very old
A Westminster chime with a shiny face
Placed high on a shelf in pride of place.
People's possessions once treasures of theirs
End up among the pawnbroker's wares.
A picture framed, a stag at bay
The Scottish hills look out on decay.
Silver spoons all tarnished and brown
The box inlaid with blue velvet
Says silver crown.

Three brass balls
Companions of poverty
That sum up bad days
Of pick pockets and squalor.
Fagin, Shylock, and others that follow
Humiliation and distress, when bad luck calls
One never knows which side the coin falls.

There's clothing made of satin and laces
Ladies stays with very long laces
All faded with age. Well I'm not amazed
They will have seen much better days.
Slippers for dancing from some happy feet
They are red and sparkle, still very neat.

Carpets and rugs rolled and tied with string
Stand like soldiers awaiting the king.
A genuine flying carpet with long tassels and fringe
Conjures up Arabian nights, oh no! It's been singed.

In the corner there's a fly in the dust, on its back
With its legs held high. It's buzzed its last buzz
In this mausoleum
Gone to a great place in the sky
Where no one will see him.

I am curious to know who would pledge
A hammer, a drill, and a thing for a ledge
Tools of a tradesman down on his luck.
Was there no work? To make a quick buck
What a sin
If he'd no money to redeem them again.

Every thing has a story to tell.
Open the door and ring that bell.
Humbled by circumstances
Beyond their control
There's not much money when you're on the dole.

To sell their treasures, they had but few
But such is must when the rent is due.
In this window, what do I see?
Mill girls and miners, I'm glad it's not me.
Shawls and clogs
It's the school of hard knocks.

The Mirror - by Fay Wall

The mirror hangs above the fireplace
It's a bit too high to see my face
Then I don't want to stand and stare
That's not the reason the mirror's there

It reflects the light and
Makes the room nice and bright
But that's not the reasons the mirror's there

It's a focal point for all to see
It's clear and round, it means a lot to me
It's a bit of old, a bit of new
A story I would like to tell to you:

The frame you see isn't new
When my parents wed in '22
Their wedding picture was in there
The bride and groom without a care

A wedding gift, a rosewood frame
For Fred and Mary there's none the same

The picture hung upon the wall
In the parlour down the hall
The family grew, a happy crew
but laughed at the style of year '22

The bombs and the blitz caused disaster
The picture fell with all the plaster
The glass was broke, the picture damaged
To restore it we could not manage

So the mirror replaced the picture
My reflection I care to see
I have a mental picture
of Fred and Mary smiling at me.