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, atau some terrible blunder?
Am I a Lost cause, who was doomed from the start?
atau was I at fault for the state of my heart?
The director’s chair has become like my cage,
Ensnared sejak my power, consumed sejak 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, atau some terrible blunder?
Am I a Lost cause, who was doomed from the start?
atau was I at fault for the state of my heart?
The director’s chair has become like my cage,
Ensnared sejak my power, consumed sejak 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!
This is a true event. It happened on 1/22/12. I just rewrote it as a short story.
I was in the snow.
Kevin, Noah, Mackenzie, and Jake were there too.
Kevin wanted to play Ice Yeti, a game in which some people are tackled, and the others are the tacklers. I was a tackler along with Kevin and Jake. Kevin berkata he and Jake would go after Mackenzie, and that I should get Noah. I blushed a little. I like Noah. A lot. We started out, splitting into two groups. Noah was fast, but he got tired quickly. He suddenly turned around, and we collided. We were in the snow, me on bahagian, atas of him. He grinned up at me, his brown eyes shining. I knew at that moment how much he liked me too. I could see in his eyes the longing. He wanted to Ciuman me, right then and there. But the others were still around... watching. He sat up, and I was then in his lap. He helped me up, giving my fingers a squeeze, and we continued our game.
I was in the snow.
Kevin, Noah, Mackenzie, and Jake were there too.
Kevin wanted to play Ice Yeti, a game in which some people are tackled, and the others are the tacklers. I was a tackler along with Kevin and Jake. Kevin berkata he and Jake would go after Mackenzie, and that I should get Noah. I blushed a little. I like Noah. A lot. We started out, splitting into two groups. Noah was fast, but he got tired quickly. He suddenly turned around, and we collided. We were in the snow, me on bahagian, atas of him. He grinned up at me, his brown eyes shining. I knew at that moment how much he liked me too. I could see in his eyes the longing. He wanted to Ciuman me, right then and there. But the others were still around... watching. He sat up, and I was then in his lap. He helped me up, giving my fingers a squeeze, and we continued our game.
I am broken.
My body is broken.
I limp down the sidewalk.
People stare. Are they concerned? atau disgusted?
I wish I was invisible.
My family is broken.
My father disowns me.
My mother is disappointed.
I don’t know my brother at all.
My life is broken.
My Friends are gone.
My job can’t support me.
I have nowhere to turn.
But my soul is unbroken.
I still believe in good.
I still have hope.
I still think the world can change.
I may be broken.
But my soul is not.
My body is broken.
I limp down the sidewalk.
People stare. Are they concerned? atau disgusted?
I wish I was invisible.
My family is broken.
My father disowns me.
My mother is disappointed.
I don’t know my brother at all.
My life is broken.
My Friends are gone.
My job can’t support me.
I have nowhere to turn.
But my soul is unbroken.
I still believe in good.
I still have hope.
I still think the world can change.
I may be broken.
But my soul is not.