I'd slept for most of the flight.
Rion was there to meet me, like he promised.
He'd hugged me, told me it would be fine, that I'd be fine.
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I took on the job of his personal assisstant, and I made a point to remember everything, from the way he liked his coffee to the way his escritorio needed re-organizing every few days.
I was a VERY dedicated assisstant.
He helped me with everything; he stood behind me silently as I endured my first morning sickness, and when I went into labour, which was five hours hace he dropped everything to be there for me.
I am now struggling with the most painful thing I have ever endured.
I'd gone into labour two weeks premature. I'd been rendered unable to move, gripping the marble countertop of Rion's spotless modern kitchen. I'd sunk to the ground, biting back screams. No one would hear me, and the phone was too far to reach. I'd endured this agony for five hours, so por the time Rion came home, I was too far into it for anyone to be able to help me with any form of painkiller.
It was going "all natural, and it can't be helped", so the doctors had said. Sounds way más attractive than it really is.
I only screamed once.
The Man With No Eyes Collection (4): Lately
I thought I lost tu before tu 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 tu 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 más grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the título 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 tu before tu 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 tu 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 más grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the título 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.
What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids o teens just like the disney cine and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.
I really admire people who succed with escritura a book,drawing comics o anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil falda and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable amor as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil falda and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable amor as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
tu couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all tu want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
tu wish tu could help them,
through the pain,
but tu can't,
tu can only watch,
from the sky.
tu can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
tu put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
tu may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one más thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring tu happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all tu want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
tu wish tu could help them,
through the pain,
but tu can't,
tu can only watch,
from the sky.
tu can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
tu put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
tu may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one más thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring tu happiness and peace.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
