The Man With No Eyes Collection (5): The Director
When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.
Shielding our thoughts, so we just keep on living.
I happened to wander backstage one dark day.
And passed through the veil after losing my way.
Then, in the director’s chair, to my surprise,
There sat a tall man, dressed sharply in lies,
His smile was beaming; his face had no eyes.
I fled from the room, where my mind was left reeling
The image I’d seen left a deep, queasy feeling,
A creature of darkness, inhuman and wrong,
But the truth is, I had known him all along.
For this man and that man are one and the same,
One born from intentions of dodging the blame,
And one burning bridges to hide from his shame.
I think back to that day, to the director’s chair,
And before I realize it, I see myself there.
The actor, the liar, in over his head,
His dreams are alive, but his reason’s long dead,
This role will be perfect, a way to shine bright,
A less obvious way, pulling strings, out of sight,
But still, I’ll be cloaked in that radiant light,
When the curtain rises, all is forgiven,
To hell with that now! I’ll become the villain,
If I can’t be acknowledged the way that I am,
I’ll make it so I can’t be lonely again!
I’ll course through the hearts of the crowd like thunder,
Take all of my agony, tear them asunder!
If that’s what it takes to get them to wonder.
If that’s what it takes for them to...
Now I wonder.
Is this a mistake, または some terrible blunder?
Am I a ロスト cause, who was doomed from the start?
または was I at fault for the state of my heart?
The director’s chair has become like my cage,
Ensnared によって my power, consumed によって my rage,
My only chance now
is to exit the stage.
Phew! This is easily the one I've worked the hardest on, as it is meant to be the largest change in character. Went through several rewrites to communicate the ideas I wanted. Please let me know your thoughts; I am an amateur poet, after all!
When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.
Shielding our thoughts, so we just keep on living.
I happened to wander backstage one dark day.
And passed through the veil after losing my way.
Then, in the director’s chair, to my surprise,
There sat a tall man, dressed sharply in lies,
His smile was beaming; his face had no eyes.
I fled from the room, where my mind was left reeling
The image I’d seen left a deep, queasy feeling,
A creature of darkness, inhuman and wrong,
But the truth is, I had known him all along.
For this man and that man are one and the same,
One born from intentions of dodging the blame,
And one burning bridges to hide from his shame.
I think back to that day, to the director’s chair,
And before I realize it, I see myself there.
The actor, the liar, in over his head,
His dreams are alive, but his reason’s long dead,
This role will be perfect, a way to shine bright,
A less obvious way, pulling strings, out of sight,
But still, I’ll be cloaked in that radiant light,
When the curtain rises, all is forgiven,
To hell with that now! I’ll become the villain,
If I can’t be acknowledged the way that I am,
I’ll make it so I can’t be lonely again!
I’ll course through the hearts of the crowd like thunder,
Take all of my agony, tear them asunder!
If that’s what it takes to get them to wonder.
If that’s what it takes for them to...
Now I wonder.
Is this a mistake, または some terrible blunder?
Am I a ロスト cause, who was doomed from the start?
または was I at fault for the state of my heart?
The director’s chair has become like my cage,
Ensnared によって my power, consumed によって my rage,
My only chance now
is to exit the stage.
Phew! This is easily the one I've worked the hardest on, as it is meant to be the largest change in character. Went through several rewrites to communicate the ideas I wanted. Please let me know your thoughts; I am an amateur poet, after all!
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 あなた 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 あなた 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 あなた 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 あなた 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 あなた 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,
火災, 火 has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
によって 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,
火災, 火 has left a stain on this land,
Trace the blackened ground with one hand,
Been a while, but I remember,
によって 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 ロスト あなた before あなた 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 あなた 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 もっと見る grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the タイトル 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 ロスト あなた before あなた 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 あなた 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 もっと見る grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the タイトル 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.