I really hope you weren’t just a brief visitor in my life.
I miss you so much and you’ve only been gone for a day.
Shay
It was night and it was dark
A visitor arrived
He was tall and lean
and was missing a spleen
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor.
With a furrowed brow
he came at dusk
and smelled of musk
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor
Stephanie
It was night and it was dark
A visitor arrived
He was tall and lean
and was missing a spleen
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor.
He came at dusk
and smelled of musk
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor
Stephanie
He came in the middle of the night, hair billowing out behind him. In his hand he clutched an ivory staff, carved with interwoven designs of leaves and vines. He took me by the hand and led me outside. I followed his gleaming silver hair which floated on the wind.
Joel Abraham
someone comes to visit me. they are not expected and quite frankly i do not want company. but i let them in anyway and we pass the time; it was more enjoyable than expected.
Nicole
he walked through the door
my loely visitor
asking for company,
but never getting near,
he looked run down
almost beaten
my i could see
this man had nnot eaten
dustin l
a visitor came to the door. he came in hesitantly. nobody spoke, they knew he would come sometime. The first women got him a chair, the second brought him a glass of water. ‘well’ she said, ‘I know that you have come for the boy’. ‘yes’ he said, ‘the boy. is he well?. See for you
evertsz
Someone new, a person who comes to your house, suprise, friend, family, animal, guest, something new, an old aquatiance, pleasent
AMber Wyskochil
knock knock,
the visitor is here.
she comes around every
couple of days
hoursminutes
seconds, when she’s persistent.
the visitor isn’t someone i particularly care for.
she steals away
all of the life from my
home, she takes
all of my food from the pantry.
she’ll take me
out to the gym, but
she never lets me leave.
i wish she’d leave me alone,
but the visitor is at my door,
and i can’t leave her out in the cold.
You have a visitor.
What? Who? I haven’t had a visitor in goin’ on twenty years now.
Well, seems you do.
Hot damn. Are you sure?
Sure as shit.
They say what they want? You sure they ain’t here to sell me insurance, or god, or otherwise stick a straw into my wallet?
They look right enough, but I didn’t ask questions. They knew you’re real name, so I figured that said all that needed to be said.
one day i was a visitor. I felt out of place but people welcomed me and made me feel comfortable. I love to visit other countries and experience cultures. experiencing food, people , life is amazing.
arianna
A visitor came into my home. He was tall, and fair skinned. His smooth skin, and his light eyes were not appalling in the least. He stood there, his eyes heavy.
Samara Bennett
I didn’t here anything, had no idea there was a visitor until the dog let me know that someone was at the back gate. There he was. The light of the morning. Love personified.
Bea
Every time I was i my house for the last six months I felt like a visitor. Not a visitor ro reality, or humility, but of love familiar only with that fact and it’s profanity. A visitor to family. I haven’t felt like I’ve had a family in a long time. In some ways people might find that fact alone profane.
Taylor Rizzo
I was not a native to this planet, I was a visitor. Sure, i looked and acted like a human being. i had brown hair, eyes, and freckles. i WAS AN average height, an average weight. I appeared the same as others, a little boring, but generally the same. I enjoyed the activites that others did, but ultimately, i was simply a visitor and would not be here much longer. i just had one goal: to fall in love.
Shawna
“You have a visitor.”
My groggy mind struggled to comprehend this unlikely event through it’s cocktail of painkillers. A visitor? Who? Who in the world?
The visitor slowly descended from the sky. Each person that saw it, saw something different. A man. A martian. An angel. Something evil. Something good. A quantum being capable of being everything and nothing all at once; it exposed us to ourselves.
Sheep
Aliens! Who needs ’em? They walk into your house and they DON’T take off their shoes, and then you know what happens? They track mud EVERYWHERE. And on top of that, they drink all of your pepsi. I for one am not having it.
Touch and go, touch and go
Old habits are forever ingrained
Even when forced to stay in one place
The perpetual visitor finds ways to sublimate
Onwards, upwards, forwards, backwards
Time in, time out, in between the bouts
Oceans waves, moves the sands like grains
Ever present, sometimes observant, always keeping pace
He walks in with a gift in his hand not for anyone in particular just a gift that he means to place on the table in front of him and then sit. He will sit and wait until someone cimes up and opens this gift then they will see why he’s waiting. Inside the gift there is
Jack Hereford
i didn’t feel right. i was only the visitor, this was not my home. i tried my best to fit in or at the very least blend into the background, but i felt like i was sticking out like a sore thumb.
dwhandrews
The visitor just came to my door. I didn’t know what to expect. Someone had told me that I would receive a really nice surprise but I was actually pretty scared. My mother had died two days ago and nobody was supposed to visit me in at least one year or two. I am a lonely person. I never receive visitors in my home. This is so strange to me… Should I open the door? That doorbell is driving me crazy…
Jimena
rude. polite can’t stop looking at his or her hair intruder validation judgemental i can’t stop looking at your face, beautiful, you make me feel ugly, i feel stupid ridiculous ready nervous my house you walk in and barrage barricade grenade sometimes
Stephanie
She could tell she was unwelcome from the moment she stepped foot inside the door. His sister was glaring at her, and he looked none too happy to see her himself.
“I’m sorry,” she ventured, and that just seemed to intensify his anger.
“No you aren’t.”
Alis
the visitor was amused, he had never before seen something so magnificent. He was overwhelmed with joy. Never before had he whitnessed more
Karla
And so I will tramp this perpetual journey, a stranger to all. A visitor to all who see me, all who are kind enough to house me for a day or two. But if you want to find me, all you have to do is look under your soles, because that’s where I will eventually come to be.
The an came in the night,dark, lurking in the shadows near the entrance to the hospital. He came seeking refuge from the cold, a traveler in the dark finding refuge in sickness. The Visitor was me,the wanderer, the traveler, the visitor.
im a visitor to the place of clarity but now, after a long, hard look around i do believe’ ive decided to make my permanent residence. seems there as been a place for me here all along but i’m just now getting my exact address. found it. home. thanks for leaving the doors unlocked for me.
The an came in the night,dark, lurking in the shadows near the entrance to the hospital. He came seeking refuge from the cold, a traveler in the dark finding refuge in sickness. The Visitor was me.
Visitor is such an underrated word. In my opinion, it is much deeper than it appears on the surface. A visitor can often bring insight into a place or situation that isn’t often explored. Someone who is not a visitor is used to their surroundings, often going through the motions of each day. A visitor’s eyes can explore the same surroundings in a different light, and open one’s eyes to a whole new perspective. They will find much more in the things you take for granted.
Jake
If I were a visitor to this planet I could only look on and wonder “what the hell are these people thinking?”. Greed, corruption and a complete lack of compassion for their fellow humans, plants and animals. And that is just their leaders. The people on the street aren’t much better. If I just appeared here I would have to ask myself “do they not see they live on the most beautiful big, blue, ball of water and land with blue skies and clear water?”. Why do they not appreciate what they have been given?
Paulie Aragon
I flipped the next page of my book when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I tottered towards it and opened the door. I saw him carrying a body of a child with full of wound, body covered with blood. My voice shook. “W-what in the hell-?”
“Please help me,” he breathed hardly.
That was the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life.
He was the sole visitor that caught my attention. He was the only one not having fun. He was too still, I could almost see him breathing. His eyes ticked occasionally, jolting from side to side. Paranoia? But why?
Sitting in a morning waiting for sunrays come…. still beautiful mist.
Frank
You won’t be my visitor anymore. You left my life, and you’ll continue to leave my mind. One bit at a time. Just like you entered it. Goodbye. Farewell. I love you.
I left my spine behind somewhere in Africa, perhaps hidden in the backseat of a taxi or bleached white and half-buried in Saharan sand. I was a visitor in a strange new land, knock-kneed and unprepared to fend for myself. Unprepared to face the attention I would inevitably receive. But I learned quickly how do defend myself and ignore the crude whispers of men on the streets. I just wish I could still do that now.
There is a vistor at the door i hear the thump thump of the knocking at the door. Yet i can seem to get up to get the door so i’ll just let it be. then i realize its getting louder and closer. What could it honestly be? Im gettign scared now as i sit on my couch I quickly get up and look towards the door as its my door looking through the little window just wanting to get it. Hes my visitor.
What is a visitor? Are we just visiting in this world? Maybe it is really not our world after all and we are just visiting. If that is the case… who would be the host if we were the visitor?
Lori Donnelly
who can it be
knocking at my tree
whispering venom
and wanting to flee
who can it be
sleeping next to me
do I know you, sir?
Or are you strange to me?
I really hope you weren’t just a brief visitor in my life.
I miss you so much and you’ve only been gone for a day.
It was night and it was dark
A visitor arrived
He was tall and lean
and was missing a spleen
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor.
With a furrowed brow
he came at dusk
and smelled of musk
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor
It was night and it was dark
A visitor arrived
He was tall and lean
and was missing a spleen
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor.
He came at dusk
and smelled of musk
yes, we won’t forget
the Visitor
He came in the middle of the night, hair billowing out behind him. In his hand he clutched an ivory staff, carved with interwoven designs of leaves and vines. He took me by the hand and led me outside. I followed his gleaming silver hair which floated on the wind.
someone comes to visit me. they are not expected and quite frankly i do not want company. but i let them in anyway and we pass the time; it was more enjoyable than expected.
he walked through the door
my loely visitor
asking for company,
but never getting near,
he looked run down
almost beaten
my i could see
this man had nnot eaten
a visitor came to the door. he came in hesitantly. nobody spoke, they knew he would come sometime. The first women got him a chair, the second brought him a glass of water. ‘well’ she said, ‘I know that you have come for the boy’. ‘yes’ he said, ‘the boy. is he well?. See for you
Someone new, a person who comes to your house, suprise, friend, family, animal, guest, something new, an old aquatiance, pleasent
knock knock,
the visitor is here.
she comes around every
couple of days
hoursminutes
seconds, when she’s persistent.
the visitor isn’t someone i particularly care for.
she steals away
all of the life from my
home, she takes
all of my food from the pantry.
she’ll take me
out to the gym, but
she never lets me leave.
i wish she’d leave me alone,
but the visitor is at my door,
and i can’t leave her out in the cold.
You have a visitor.
What? Who? I haven’t had a visitor in goin’ on twenty years now.
Well, seems you do.
Hot damn. Are you sure?
Sure as shit.
They say what they want? You sure they ain’t here to sell me insurance, or god, or otherwise stick a straw into my wallet?
They look right enough, but I didn’t ask questions. They knew you’re real name, so I figured that said all that needed to be said.
one day i was a visitor. I felt out of place but people welcomed me and made me feel comfortable. I love to visit other countries and experience cultures. experiencing food, people , life is amazing.
A visitor came into my home. He was tall, and fair skinned. His smooth skin, and his light eyes were not appalling in the least. He stood there, his eyes heavy.
I didn’t here anything, had no idea there was a visitor until the dog let me know that someone was at the back gate. There he was. The light of the morning. Love personified.
Every time I was i my house for the last six months I felt like a visitor. Not a visitor ro reality, or humility, but of love familiar only with that fact and it’s profanity. A visitor to family. I haven’t felt like I’ve had a family in a long time. In some ways people might find that fact alone profane.
I was not a native to this planet, I was a visitor. Sure, i looked and acted like a human being. i had brown hair, eyes, and freckles. i WAS AN average height, an average weight. I appeared the same as others, a little boring, but generally the same. I enjoyed the activites that others did, but ultimately, i was simply a visitor and would not be here much longer. i just had one goal: to fall in love.
“You have a visitor.”
My groggy mind struggled to comprehend this unlikely event through it’s cocktail of painkillers. A visitor? Who? Who in the world?
The visitor slowly descended from the sky. Each person that saw it, saw something different. A man. A martian. An angel. Something evil. Something good. A quantum being capable of being everything and nothing all at once; it exposed us to ourselves.
Aliens! Who needs ’em? They walk into your house and they DON’T take off their shoes, and then you know what happens? They track mud EVERYWHERE. And on top of that, they drink all of your pepsi. I for one am not having it.
Touch and go, touch and go
Old habits are forever ingrained
Even when forced to stay in one place
The perpetual visitor finds ways to sublimate
Onwards, upwards, forwards, backwards
Time in, time out, in between the bouts
Oceans waves, moves the sands like grains
Ever present, sometimes observant, always keeping pace
He walks in with a gift in his hand not for anyone in particular just a gift that he means to place on the table in front of him and then sit. He will sit and wait until someone cimes up and opens this gift then they will see why he’s waiting. Inside the gift there is
i didn’t feel right. i was only the visitor, this was not my home. i tried my best to fit in or at the very least blend into the background, but i felt like i was sticking out like a sore thumb.
The visitor just came to my door. I didn’t know what to expect. Someone had told me that I would receive a really nice surprise but I was actually pretty scared. My mother had died two days ago and nobody was supposed to visit me in at least one year or two. I am a lonely person. I never receive visitors in my home. This is so strange to me… Should I open the door? That doorbell is driving me crazy…
rude. polite can’t stop looking at his or her hair intruder validation judgemental i can’t stop looking at your face, beautiful, you make me feel ugly, i feel stupid ridiculous ready nervous my house you walk in and barrage barricade grenade sometimes
She could tell she was unwelcome from the moment she stepped foot inside the door. His sister was glaring at her, and he looked none too happy to see her himself.
“I’m sorry,” she ventured, and that just seemed to intensify his anger.
“No you aren’t.”
the visitor was amused, he had never before seen something so magnificent. He was overwhelmed with joy. Never before had he whitnessed more
And so I will tramp this perpetual journey, a stranger to all. A visitor to all who see me, all who are kind enough to house me for a day or two. But if you want to find me, all you have to do is look under your soles, because that’s where I will eventually come to be.
The an came in the night,dark, lurking in the shadows near the entrance to the hospital. He came seeking refuge from the cold, a traveler in the dark finding refuge in sickness. The Visitor was me,the wanderer, the traveler, the visitor.
im a visitor to the place of clarity but now, after a long, hard look around i do believe’ ive decided to make my permanent residence. seems there as been a place for me here all along but i’m just now getting my exact address. found it. home. thanks for leaving the doors unlocked for me.
The an came in the night,dark, lurking in the shadows near the entrance to the hospital. He came seeking refuge from the cold, a traveler in the dark finding refuge in sickness. The Visitor was me.
through the looking glass
you plunged your fist
then hips
straight toward my lips
I’ve fallen for Alice
(so she need not herself)
Visitor is such an underrated word. In my opinion, it is much deeper than it appears on the surface. A visitor can often bring insight into a place or situation that isn’t often explored. Someone who is not a visitor is used to their surroundings, often going through the motions of each day. A visitor’s eyes can explore the same surroundings in a different light, and open one’s eyes to a whole new perspective. They will find much more in the things you take for granted.
If I were a visitor to this planet I could only look on and wonder “what the hell are these people thinking?”. Greed, corruption and a complete lack of compassion for their fellow humans, plants and animals. And that is just their leaders. The people on the street aren’t much better. If I just appeared here I would have to ask myself “do they not see they live on the most beautiful big, blue, ball of water and land with blue skies and clear water?”. Why do they not appreciate what they have been given?
I flipped the next page of my book when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I tottered towards it and opened the door. I saw him carrying a body of a child with full of wound, body covered with blood. My voice shook. “W-what in the hell-?”
“Please help me,” he breathed hardly.
That was the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life.
He was the sole visitor that caught my attention. He was the only one not having fun. He was too still, I could almost see him breathing. His eyes ticked occasionally, jolting from side to side. Paranoia? But why?
Sitting in a morning waiting for sunrays come…. still beautiful mist.
You won’t be my visitor anymore. You left my life, and you’ll continue to leave my mind. One bit at a time. Just like you entered it. Goodbye. Farewell. I love you.
I left my spine behind somewhere in Africa, perhaps hidden in the backseat of a taxi or bleached white and half-buried in Saharan sand. I was a visitor in a strange new land, knock-kneed and unprepared to fend for myself. Unprepared to face the attention I would inevitably receive. But I learned quickly how do defend myself and ignore the crude whispers of men on the streets. I just wish I could still do that now.
There is a vistor at the door i hear the thump thump of the knocking at the door. Yet i can seem to get up to get the door so i’ll just let it be. then i realize its getting louder and closer. What could it honestly be? Im gettign scared now as i sit on my couch I quickly get up and look towards the door as its my door looking through the little window just wanting to get it. Hes my visitor.
What is a visitor? Are we just visiting in this world? Maybe it is really not our world after all and we are just visiting. If that is the case… who would be the host if we were the visitor?
who can it be
knocking at my tree
whispering venom
and wanting to flee
who can it be
sleeping next to me
do I know you, sir?
Or are you strange to me?
Oh, no. I’m just dropping in.
Just visiting.