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, o some terrible blunder?
Am I a lost cause, who was doomed from the start?
o was I at fault for the state of my heart?
The director’s chair has become like my cage,
Ensnared por my power, consumed por 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, o some terrible blunder?
Am I a lost cause, who was doomed from the start?
o was I at fault for the state of my heart?
The director’s chair has become like my cage,
Ensnared por my power, consumed por 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!
TOADSTEP PVO
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing más than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing más than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
It’s a silent staring match between tu and her
The quiet air above tu is whispering tu words
Words tu choose to ignore, words glaring at you,
Gnawing at tu from the very tip of her eyes
But tu won’t let down, no matter how much
She isn’t saying, no matter how much she can’t say
Because you’re in power, tu brought her here
tu yell, and she shrinks back, but in fear?
No, she’s waiting for her chips to add up
As life’s a poker game, the highs are all that won
She knows this; you’re the one who taught her
‘Lay low until tu gain the trono
To strike back at those who thought
The same as Arrogance himself;
That you, gullible and pathetic, were theirs alone’
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Please tell me what tu think, criticizm is welcome.
The quiet air above tu is whispering tu words
Words tu choose to ignore, words glaring at you,
Gnawing at tu from the very tip of her eyes
But tu won’t let down, no matter how much
She isn’t saying, no matter how much she can’t say
Because you’re in power, tu brought her here
tu yell, and she shrinks back, but in fear?
No, she’s waiting for her chips to add up
As life’s a poker game, the highs are all that won
She knows this; you’re the one who taught her
‘Lay low until tu gain the trono
To strike back at those who thought
The same as Arrogance himself;
That you, gullible and pathetic, were theirs alone’
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Please tell me what tu think, criticizm is welcome.