The Front Door Was Open
Anyone,
Can become sidetracked
Anyone...
Busy getting it done
To rest, in tired fun.
Anyone......
Can just forget,
That when attentionÂ
Is at an arrest
For all the focus
On any givin task,
An invisibleÂ
Unwanted guest,
Slips through the cracks
Walks right in
Licking dry lips moist
Nearly droolingÂ
On the carpet floor;
They say
Bad men come to play,
But this is evilÂ
With far worse intent
And he has made a sleepingÂ
House go silently still,
While a busy man
Is neck deep in irrelevant chores,
How does a knife shine
In darknessÂ
Casting light
Into dying eyes
All upstairs is plaguedÂ
Of inaudible death.
Happy nowÂ
Hands are cleanÂ
From hard work,
A beer cheers
The television
In worthy rest,
Think it's great to sit some time
And enjoy eye stimulation,
But the eyes are heavy
Having other plans
That need to be heardÂ
By bed and pillow.
Greet last steps
Embrace dark
See wife, tied up and waiting
To realizeÂ
A whole bunch of different fears
In one moment
Before everything loved
Is taken by a theif;
And he allows you one question
That he didn't allow
The family
Out of respect for the man of the house,
Saying, "Why!"
Looking into a devil
In reply,
"The front door was open."
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Devon, this is amazing. I could feel this entity as I was reading. Thanks for sharing
Amber thanks, for reading and your appreciation. I like how you say entity instead of psycho or killer because some one who could do something like that is definitely pure evil.
Hey D!!.....ya know what I find so creative about this piece?......... the opening 5 stanza's create a brand new feel to a LaPorte write........ at least for me it was friggin' awesome timing in the delivery......... you're dam good bro........... Keep 'em comin'!!........... peace............T xo
You know what T? After writing this and my thoughts on writing a second installment to La Portes is much more eminent now with the response this is getting. I'm glad you picked up on those opening lines because it shows how real it is for me you or anyone, becoming complacent and not realizing the door was left open or unlocked. Much love to you brother.
Hey Devon a very chilling tale . I can see how Stephen King inspired you for creepy right . Very well delivered and just taking out the trash inspired you for the write is impressive . I am a Stephen King fan but I love dean kootz he Is my favorite . Cheers on a great write rock
Hey Rock thanks a lot man. Maybe one day I will be known as the master of horror poetry lol, I won't count my chickens before they hatch though. Im dying to read SK's new book it's a spin off of his last one that I read called Mr. Mercedes, down right awesome, that man has not lost his touch after all these years. Haven't got into Dean Koontz yet my Mom has read a bunch of his books, she says he's like the Stephen King of the west coast. Thanks for the appreciation brother.
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Anyone,
Can become sidetracked
Anyone...
Busy getting it done
To rest, in tired fun.
Anyone......"
These verses are possessed,  Well done  ! You accomplish a tone of an inner eye... measuring the drab cauldrons of our waking schemes.Love it ! Brava !!
That means quite a lot and goes a long way coming from you my good sir. To me it's funny what terror is born within our routine chores, my imagination at it's gruesome best. My respect to you.
The words... "Â To rest, in tired fun... " are SO powerful. It sparked me.
That is the language you must become fluent in. The Elegant Punch.
I'm presently frantic to match the energy of the verse you have written !
I will share with You, what You inspired in Me... soon enough.
good stuff, Devon !
Wow August, to hear my words have inspired you makes me unquestion the snake biting his tail, but I believe here in this world of poetry that is what it's all about, inspiration shared one hand feeds the other. Very cool I can't wait to hear it, let me know when you post it.
Will do... about to take a break from responding to comments to write a monolith to your inspiration. All your fault,