Monday, September 6, 2010

The Kidnapper's Tale: A Poem

He takes the notebook from his pocket,
Puts his back against a sturdy tree,
Turns a few pages,
And watches people with observant eyes,
Pen in hand,
He writes what he sees.

In the shade, wearing a hoodie and some jeans,
Blonde hair escapes his hood,
He quickly stuffs his hair back,
No one notice that he watches them all,
What they do in the park,
Like taking notes of lab rats,
Don’t you agree?
His pen scribbles blue ink
On the parchment of lined-paper.

The people run and laugh and enjoy,
He writes about the girls and the boys,
The women and the men,
The aged and the young,
But not for too long,
Until he has the information he needs,
Then he decides to leave.

Walk across the grass
And onto the concrete floor,
He goes to see the ice cream man
About the plan.
He whispers into the ice cream vendor’s ears,
To make someone disappear.
“The one with the red coat, the boy,” he says,
The vendor merely nods his head.

The blonde man walks off with his notebook tucked back into his jeans,
No one ever saw the conversation,
No one ever saw the blonde haired man,
No one ever saw the red-coat boy again
Unless the boy’s parents paid the ransom full
Or he was dead.

The parents paid,
Their boy was saved,
But the process would happen again
To other little boys and girls
That the blonde haired man would watch.
Sometimes they would be saved,
And sometimes not.
But he didn’t mind,
Since he was making money from every other ransom,
And he didn’t do just one a day either,
Seven boys or girls kidnapped in a single afternoon,
And give the parents a call,
Hear their sobs and cries over the telephone static,
But he didn’t care.

He didn’t care because he used to be one of these same girls and boys,
This blonde man had a heart of stone because of what had happened to him before,
His past is dark, his past is secret,
No one knows, no one asks,
All the others know that it happened,
That’s why he was here,
Writing the notebooks and notebooks of names,
Drawing faces,
Telephone numbers,
Thoughts of possible ransoms,
In that tiny little notebook,
But no one ever noticed,
How much he was watching their families,
They just thought he was at the park,
Or on the subway,
Or in the school,
Or in the mall,
Writing something that they wouldn’t, that they didn’t, care about.

Are you ever paranoid and feel like you're being watched? Where and when? Has there ever been a time when your paranoia has actually saved you from something or someone? 


Dulce said...

terrific and terrifying... OMG it's terrible these things happen...

The Words Crafter said...

This was really very good. And creepy. And close to home. My parents divorced when I was extremely young. TR (he doesn't get the term 'Daddy') moved out of state and one day-he simply came and got my younger sister and me. We were gone for six weeks. And I can remember a lot of it.

Last winter, I was walking around in a department store and this guy came up and tried to talk to me. Other people had mentioned him and he was easily recognizable. He creeped me out big time. Every time I would go to a different area or aisle, he would be there. I finally looked right at him, dialed a friend (hubby at work) and pretended I was talking to the police. I looked at him the whole time.

It must have worked because I was in there a while longer and never saw him again!

Fantastic post. I have something for you on my blog....

Jemi Fraser said...

Creepy! Well written - and so sad.

Paul L. Martin said...

Paranoia is a good state to be in these days. Great poem, Vatche.

Carolyn V. said...

Wow. That does make me feel a bit paranoid. Great writing. =)

Theresa Milstein said...


I never feel like I'm being watched like that. It's every parent's nightmare.

Terresa said...

Yipes, paranoia, ugggg. Gripping poem, Vatche. Perhaps you are a suspense writer in practice?? Keep it up, write on!

PS: How's college? Hope it's going well. Are you taking some English lit classes?

Vatche said...

Hey, Dulce, do not worry!

It is terrible that these things happen, but we cannot control everyone in the world now can we? We must try our best to keep the world a safe place and always be wary of our surroundings.

Thank you for comment and write on!

Vatche said...

WORDS CRAFTER, thank you so much for the award! Your comments are always meaningful and very thought-provoking, so I'm glad to have met you in the blogging universe.

As for that man in the aisle, I'm glad you are safe and you did the right thing by scaring him off.

Write on, thank you, and fight on!

Vatche said...

Hey, Jemi! :D

When I write poems I try to convey my thoughts and make it as realistic and as relevant to today's world as I can. It is a scary thought, but it is also something that happens everyday.

Write on!

Vatche said...

Hello, Mr. Martin! I haven't seen you in a while, so it's awesome to see you now!

Paranoia is actually really helpful, especially nowadays when people can't trust any strangers without doubts. The people think that the strangers will do something harmful to the family or their children, which is only natural. Nowadays, children can't play outside like they used to and neighbors lock their doors tight, because we've figured out that the world is a scary place.

Thanks for stopping by and write on!

Vatche said...

Carolyn, how's it going?

Well, you can never be too sure of who's watching you. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece and write on!

Vatche said...

Hey, Theresa, thank you for becoming a follower of my blog! I look forward to reading more of the stories on your blog!

You are right that it is every parent's worst nightmare to have their children kidnapped, but it's a reality in today's world. Children all over the world are being kidnapped by evil people and we can't stop it. It's a horrible fact, but one we must live with.

Write on and be cautious of who's watching you!

Vatche said...

Terresa, always glad to see you drop by!

I guess I am more of a suspense writer than anything else. I've been in love with suspense my entire life, because it's the thing that drives me to continue reading a story.

As for college, I just received a letter telling me who my roommate is and my facilities on campus, but I will actually move in on the 18th of September. I'm kind of anxious about it all, but it's a good type of anxious!

Write on!

Anonymous said...

Well, no such creepy experience by far, by God's grace;) but there is a possibility here... might be that I never came to know of it because I am generally into my own thing:D

And yes, I must say this, I enjoy reading your work. Keep writing!

Vatche said...

Thank you, Nehha! Yes, thank God and knock on wood that you have yet to experience such a creepy experience.

I'm glad you enjoyed this piece. Hearing that someone enjoyed my work makes my day, so I will keep on writing and you should write on as well!

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