Shaun
I'd pretended not to know anything. I tried to get over her, but I couldn't. It was too painful. It was too difficult.
I still blamed myself. I always would.
I did like she asked, I finished college. I moved to New York after graduation to begin my career as a child psychologist. I'd graduated early. Worked harder than was necessary. Ignored everything not school-related. Had a successful job interview. Accepted into a private practice.
I was miserable.
I still had to keep living; I knew I had to. I was twenty three when I moved there.
Twenty three when I decided to watch small children play in a park in the hope of learning something new.
She never failed to surprise me. Not ever.
I'd pretended not to know anything. I tried to get over her, but I couldn't. It was too painful. It was too difficult.
I still blamed myself. I always would.
I did like she asked, I finished college. I moved to New York after graduation to begin my career as a child psychologist. I'd graduated early. Worked harder than was necessary. Ignored everything not school-related. Had a successful job interview. Accepted into a private practice.
I was miserable.
I still had to keep living; I knew I had to. I was twenty three when I moved there.
Twenty three when I decided to watch small children play in a park in the hope of learning something new.
She never failed to surprise me. Not ever.
who will dare
to look without
one blind eye.
I dare.
Blindness lives here not!
I'm the one
who will speak
the truth,
releasing the memories
that eat my brain.
I dare.
Lies live here not!
I'm the one
who will
remember you,
the way you really are.
I dare.
Oblivion lives here not!
I'm the one
who will live
through the words,
even when my life
forget me.
I dare.
Emptiness lives here not!
I'm the one
who will encourage you,
even when your life
is dying slowly within
your mind.
I dare.
Surrender lives here not!
The inky sky pours in gradually,
Silver stars mingle casually,
Fire has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
By waning light, a glowing ember
Fades out in silence, into dust,
Until the breeze will leave it crushed.
My frame, a statue, barely breathing,
As the wisps of smoke are leaving,
Now, my muscles start to thaw,
And heat from ashes leaves them raw,
I catch myself before my landing,
For as long as I've been standing,
I've stared out at a ruined nation,
Now I walk with trepidation.
Silver stars mingle casually,
Fire has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
By waning light, a glowing ember
Fades out in silence, into dust,
Until the breeze will leave it crushed.
My frame, a statue, barely breathing,
As the wisps of smoke are leaving,
Now, my muscles start to thaw,
And heat from ashes leaves them raw,
I catch myself before my landing,
For as long as I've been standing,
I've stared out at a ruined nation,
Now I walk with trepidation.
The Man With No Eyes Collection (4): Lately
I thought I lost you before you even left me.
That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,
And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.
Is it possible you regret me?
Is it possible that I’m empty?
Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?
Won’t anyone accept me?
My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?
Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?
The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.
And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,
Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.
A more grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the title was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.
I thought I lost you before you even left me.
That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,
And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.
Is it possible you regret me?
Is it possible that I’m empty?
Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?
Won’t anyone accept me?
My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?
Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?
The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.
And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,
Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.
A more grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the title was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.