Timothy Hicks Poet Narrative

The Stranger In the House

I wander through this house
As silent as a mouse

Though it is my own I feel I've been away
I'm rather speechless, having not much to say

I see my brother working in the shed
Just passing the time as if he's seen red

I see my other brother smoking a cigarette
With no enthusiasm... has he too seen red?

I do my daily routine
Pace, contemplate and clean

Though something is not quite right
This summer day bears no light

I come into the living room
Usually lively... filled with joy

Now it's naked and abandoned
Like a toddlers chest of old toys

But wait... I see Mother on the couch
She's sad with wet crimson face

She doesn't even say hello
Has my coming here been a waste?

"Why are you crying Mother
Have I done something wrong?"

She just sobs and sobs
... a rather disquieting song

My father looks down at her
With a smile

But something about him
Seems quite vile

"I miss him... I miss him so much"
She cries so helplessly

"Who do you miss Mother?
I don't understand what you mean..."

My dad buts in with no consideration
Revealing horrible secrets in such wicked display

"Alright, alright... I confess... I killed him!
But quite you're crying about it, it's better off this way!"

It all comes to me
In such a sudden burst

I feel the intense hatred
So much it hurts

I'm not here... I don't exist... (at least not anymore)
I'm the stranger in the house!

But soon I'll get my revenge
I'll make Father feel as tiny as a mouse!

I know what you've done
I should've known all along

I will tell everyone
And correct this home gone wrong

I'll come to life again! I'l---






Wait...

Rooms dark...

Blanket wet... I feel cold...

Why am I laying down? Was all that just a---

"Morning son! I've made you breakfast;
Scrambled eggs and french toast, your favorite!"

Could he really? ... no...
Just a dream...



NOTE: This entire dream actually happened to me. The only thing that was fiction was the part about my dad making me breakfast in the morning.



For Russel Sivey's Dream Contest

03 - 19 - 2013

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Gordon Mcconnell December 15, 2018 at 3:06 AM Good piece Timothy, well penned and well told.

Mahtab Bangalee December 12, 2018 at 9:36 PM ah! I feel revenge tragedy here is going to be happened // but it was dream/// thanks for the stranger---- beautiful poem

Laura Breidenthal March 18, 2016 at 7:51 PM "I feel the intense hatred So much it hurts"...eek...I can't even imagine how emotionally assaulting that must of felt, dreaming that! Very interesting..glad it was just a dream! You can keep haunting my page though - I love your sweet comments! ;) Always, Laura Timothy Hicks March 20, 2016 at 1:24 AM I will be the Ghost you can't get rid of (Ghost Busters beware) ... and YES it was a rather disturbing dream. For the life of me I still can't think of why it happened ... I have no ill feelings towards my dad whatsoever, I don't get it. Freud, I'm sure, would give a lengthy explanation.

Skat A June 10, 2013 at 2:09 PM congrats in Roy's contest............. SKAT Timothy Hicks June 11, 2013 at 10:25 AM Thanks Skat! I was hoping it was creepy enough to be considered... I knew it wouldn't leave my mind for days after it happened!

Painted Hunter April 22, 2013 at 11:04 AM Super creepy, Timothy!...a great read. Those kind of dreams leave you with the worst feeling...even after you wake up. Darn, I loved it though. Timothy Hicks April 22, 2013 at 11:56 AM Yes... the feeling wasn't exactly pleasant. Though I don't regret having the dream, exactly. Dreams get me thinking on such a deep level (even the one that appear like a bunch of random non-sense). Glad you liked my poem!

Lucilla Carrillo March 21, 2013 at 8:02 AM I loved the poem. For a little while there - I was confused, I thought it was your mom that made the breakfast. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla Timothy Hicks March 21, 2013 at 9:14 AM I guess I didn't really specify that in the actual content. It is a dream I hope I don't have again! Thanks again for reading several of my poems :)

Andrea Dietrich March 19, 2013 at 11:43 PM wow, that was sure a creepy thing to dream. But it made for a good story poem!! Riveting one. I have had a few dreams very weird which I wrote poems for. One I did here was Shy guy's Awakening! I have to tell you that I sure do enjoy your creative comments! Timothy Hicks March 20, 2013 at 11:16 AM Thank you! I like to keep things interesting and fun when commenting on other peoples work... you seem to do the same!

Poet Destroyer A March 19, 2013 at 9:29 PM How strange that you feel like a stranger in your own dreams when wondering while reality is in motion. This poem kind of feels like a nightmare of suppressed feeling only you know of. I read your bottom note. Sometimes the things around, makes us dream crazy things the other night, I had the fan direct towards my face. I can hear the motor from the fan roaring in my dreams... LOL.. all of a sudden I was having dreams of tornadoes everywhere i went. However, your poem is awesome... kind of reminds me of my poem it... I think this is one of your best poems YET! So far I like the way you twisted the ending of this poem... always~ LINDA Timothy Hicks March 19, 2013 at 10:16 PM You're pretty much spot on. The feeling for me was beyond eerie yet I find it difficult to put it into words so that other people can KNOW what it is I felt... my dreams are often like that though. I am humbled by your compliment, however I do feel this particular poem somewhat wrote itself (after all I was just writing what my sub-conscience already made up).

Eileen Manassian March 19, 2013 at 1:54 PM That was a very disturbing write, my dear! Glad to know that it isn't your subconscious alerting you of some unresolved issues with your dad! Good write. Timothy Hicks March 19, 2013 at 3:31 PM I'm happy too! I don't know why I have the dreams I do... but I've incorporated at least three of them into my writings... hope I didn't encourage nightmares or anything, lol!