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Now.
Chin kept centimetres above my chest by the booze.
I’m awake late, even in the mornings.
Sitting on a cloud of ethanol,
Drifting low, sweeping over the people beneath,
Always about to rain.
Everyone grabs their umbrella just in case.
Lazily looking for your eyes,
Trying to meet them,
Just so you’ll see when mine float away,
So you’ll cry when I do.
Invisible Words
I get looked over,
Ignored,
Forgotten,
So many times
I wonder if people can see me.
I wonder if I even exist.
Is my body transparent?
Is my voice gone?
Am I even noticeable?
All I have
Are my words
Written on a page
For all to see.
All I'm noticed for
Are these poems and works,
Detailing my thoughts.
Helping me find myself
In a world where I
Don't even think
I exist.
I know you tried.
Listen to your heart,
follow your soul.
You will find the the person
who will make you whole.
Listen to the murmurs,
follow the whispers.
And you will find the answers,
to all your questions.
If betrayed by your heart
and untamed are the whispers.
Clear your mind,
don’t be tempted by gestures.
Burned by desire,
you’ll find nothing.
When you turn around,
I’ll b there smiling.
Sorry for the mixed signals
that i couldn’t comprehend.
Sorry for the beating heart,
that I knew I’d broken
but couldn’t mend.
I loved your way too much.
To let you know I cried.
But now, when we are parting
at least, I KNOW YOU TRIED.
Why do I love you?
Is it because of how you look?
You are beautiful from head to toe
In every cranny and nook
Your loveliness shone out to me
From the first time we met
That feeling's only grown stronger
It hasn't left me yet
Why do I love you?
Is it because of how you feel
Your outpouring of emotions
That you release with zeal
You have the biggest, sweetest heart
That is overflowed with love
Giving to all and everyone
Wanting help from no man's glove
Why do I love you?
Is it because of how you think
Never afraid to self express
Against some other click
The values that you hold close
Make you the woman that you are
Out there amongst the millions
The brightest shining star
Why do I love you?
It's because of all of this and more
You are the key that went into my lock
To open up my door
The piece of missing jigsaw
That made my picture whole
I love you always, everyday
With all my heart and soul
In Time
People have been asking me how I'm doing and if I'm alright and on que my response is always a "yes", but that is the furthest thing from the truth. I am not alright. I am walking around in a perpetual sense of denial. I am separating my conscious mind from my reality and choosing to focus on my daily duties in life like taking my child to school and picking her up, going to the grocery store and other tasks of that nature. I am attempting to deny myself the harsh reality that I face with the loss of my two greatest influences in my life, my parents. Both passed away due to illnesses within a two week period of each other. One loss is devastating, but two is life shattering and I am having a hard time coping.
We all, the majority anyways, deal with death in a way that we, consciously or subconsciously, try not to think about. We attempt to put it out of our minds. I know I will die one day, but ideally it will be surrounded by immediate family at the ripe old age of 100. This is the one thing, most people want to put off as long as possible. But what happens when you are given a time frame on the number of days you have to walk this earth? The denial and avoidance may occur and the "why me's" and the "why God's" surface as well, but eventually the acceptance sets in. At least I hope it does. At that point, do things become more precious? Do the seconds, minutes, hours and days that are taken for granted become the invaluable golden grains of sand that occupy our lives finite hour glass of time?
With my parents, in a sense, I am trying to not think of them as deceased, simply rationalizing it like they are on an extended vacation, but at times when I need advice or want to talk, that void, that deep dark caverness void is felt torturing my soul. It leaves me with feelings of a piercing flaming spear ripping gaping holes through my emotions. It is the hulking elephant in the room that I don't want to aknowledge and it's bearing down on my thoughts so much so, that when the subject of the two is brought to my attention, I crumble to pieces. I pride myself on not being overly emotional, but there are times when I'm by myself, an overwhelming sense of hurt consumes me and I'm flooded with feelings I try unsuccesfully to supress and bury. I am not fine, but it's OK.
I am of the firm belief that whatever you are dealing with in life can be overcome in time with patience, perseverance and understanding. You have to be patient with the situation, whatever it may be no matter how daunting. It will not last. Like a surfer riding a wave, there are highs and lows that life throws at you. See the experience for what it is. You have the persevere through it in order to come out on the other side with a new and hopefully deeper level of understanding. I am still working on that. For now, I am mourning my losses and riding this wave of emotion. I remember the lessons my parents taught me and my siblings which reverberate in my mind and are ever present when I make decisions and I am slowing becoming the man they wanted me to be. A man that is independent, dependable and responsible for his own family. I have big shoes to fill and I can't thank them enough, right now I'm at a loss for sure, but in time I will be able to say that I'm truly "fine" and mean it.
Who Am I?
I look in the mirror
My reflection
Small, pale
Bright eyes
Red lips
Raven hair gracing shoulders
Is this really me?
I walk into the college
Top student
Best in class
Dedicated worker
Eraser shavings and
Long nights spent in study
Is this really me?
I stand up on the stage
Concertmaster
Experienced violinist
Beautiful music
From a fierce soloist
Is this really me?
I hold you close
Shy smile
Quirky humor
Deep thinker
Always wanting to help
Is this really me?
A Japanese girl, efficient at school
A skilled musician, unique personality.
A description that could fit anyone
What is the truth that makes me unique?
Who is really me?
A.S.
*Pause* On the bright side, I’ve never been suicidal. On the down side, I’ve considered homicide quite a bit. *Rewind*
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me. I want to do this. I’m not cloudy. I’m motivated. *Rewind*
I feel like there’s a haze that’s lifting. There’s a clear path towards it and I see no other options in my scope. *Rewind*
My parents keep talking to me like nothing is wrong. I wish they’d talk to me like something is wrong. I think something is wrong. *Rewind*
Numb. I’m just numb now. Nothing hurts. Nothing feels good either. Nothing. *Rewind*
I’m not sure where my head is at lately. Days are blurring together. It’s as if a fog has settled over my consciousness. *Rewind*
The comments feel like they’re beginning to wear on me. The jokes aren’t quite landing in the right spots anymore. *Rewind*
I heard a good joke today. It stung a bit but I giggled a little. *Rewind*
Everything is fine. My friends are growing and changing and so am I. My parents have been in a mood but it’s fine. They’re fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. *Rewind*
I guess when you’ve had it good for so long you don’t really know it until it changes. Faces change. Places change. People change. I hope I don’t. *Rewind*
Another day, another smile. This one no different than the last. My face is starting to hurt though. I think it just needs a quick second to relax. This is just the beginning. *Fast forward*
*Stop* In no way do I feel ready to die. I have more to do here. I can’t let this go though. I’m not ready to die, but I’m ready for them to die. *Fast forward*
It’s not that I was born this way or that a screw fell loose in the bustle of the machinery. I’m cool and calm about this. I have a point to prove. I have a message to send. *Fast forward*
They won’t believe it’s me. They’ll search in their minds for the parts of me they think they know best and deny the reality in front of them. They’ll reject the thought of it. In hindsight, they’ll all say they saw signs. *Fast forward*
They don’t know me or my feelings. They’ve never felt this. I’m powerful now. I wasn’t before. I’ll make sure they notice. *Fast forward*
The steel in my hands is foreign but in a way, familiar. Comforting. *Forward*
Cold. I’m so cold. Heat rises though. I’m rising. *Forward*
Melting. Absolute fire. I’m drenched in sweat but my partner is still calm and cool in my bag. My conviction. *Forward*
The moments are fusing now. Head spinning. This is the time. This is my time. *Forward*
My partner is by my side. Everything has slowed. All is calm. Pressure builds slowly inside. I see them. My students. I’m here as their teacher. I must teach. *Press play*
The room is silent. I stand alone in a class of seated bodies. I’m reading their eyes. Some fearful. Some acknowledging. Some surprised. Some to my surprise are not surprised. I am a mind reader. Everyone is honest in their unwavering gaze. Is this the answer I’ve been seeking? If so, what was my question? Has it changed? Have I? *Stop*