She looked like she was gonna die again
"izzy!"i yelled."what is wrong with you?"
"whats wrong with me?!im not the one on drugs!"
"im not!"
"oh."
"i told you!"
"well,im not the one who says that we are going to texas."
"we are!"i yelled
"jamie,get back into reality."your not going to texas."
"yeah,i am!"
"well,just exactly how are you gonna get there?"
" woh, i thought. i shouldve thought of that.
"well,"i began."we can take a plane?"
" we? " she asked."im not going anywhere. i mean,how do you know shes in texas?"
"we dont,"i said."thats why we are going.to find out."
"i dont wanna!" she left the room,and left the house.
i wasnt gonna go without her.
"izzy!"i yelled."what is wrong with you?"
"whats wrong with me?!im not the one on drugs!"
"im not!"
"oh."
"i told you!"
"well,im not the one who says that we are going to texas."
"we are!"i yelled
"jamie,get back into reality."your not going to texas."
"yeah,i am!"
"well,just exactly how are you gonna get there?"
" woh, i thought. i shouldve thought of that.
"well,"i began."we can take a plane?"
" we? " she asked."im not going anywhere. i mean,how do you know shes in texas?"
"we dont,"i said."thats why we are going.to find out."
"i dont wanna!" she left the room,and left the house.
i wasnt gonna go without her.
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!
"She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work."
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.
