I was in town. Anthony and I were visiting my parents to tell them about the engagement. Anthony didn't feel well, so I stopped by the old corner store to get him some Tylenol. When I was walking up to the register I stopped to pick up a snack, and that's when I saw you. You looked just like you always did, but there was a sad undertone in your eyes. I locked eye contact with you for a good 10 seconds and started to say something but you interrupted me with "She left"
I burst into tears.
I really hate poetry... by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
I really hate poetry...
And I don't want to tell you.
I don't want you to know.
I could keep this all in my head
and it could be safe there
and it would drive me to the ends of my sanity
but then, again,
feeling something's better than feeling nothing.
What We Hope to Hear, by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
What We Hope to Hear,
I'd been sitting here at the kitchen table for exactly an hour since I got the mail. There was only one letter, and inside it were all my hopes and fears. This was it. Yet, I could not bring myself to read it. Not in the past hour at least. I had just sat here nervously stirring my coffee, watching the birds, the wind blow the trees, and the cat playfully run around. Peace was all around me, and my composure was crashing all around me with every second I waited to open it. I inhaled deeply then got up and dumped my coffee out. I picked up the envelope and opened it. There were only a few words. The few words I needed to hear.
I'm coming home
The place where I feel safe. by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
The place where I feel safe.
The electricity went out half an hour earlier, and I left myself alone with my thoughts. When I inhaled I smelled my mother, my grandfather's cologne, my grandmother's lotion, the tobacco from the barn, the rain on the pavement of the streets, and my great-grandmother's foyer. When I listened I heard the dogs barking, the cars on the wet road, the crickets chirping, my mother's singing, my grandmother's promises of seeing us again soon, and the rocking chair creaking back and forth. When I looked up, I saw the stars in the sky out in the country, The helicopters above the city, the sand and the seas at sunset, the fence around the backyard, t
A package arrived for me today. One with an address I failed to recognize. However, it never occurred to me that it could be dangerous. Instead, it peaked my curiosity. So I opened it. I tore off the packaging tape and opened the flaps on the box and pulled out the brown paper cushioning. Inside was a necklace, A miniature rocking horse, an oval picture frame, and a tiny snow-globe. All vaguely familiar to me. There was a scrap of paper wrapped around the picture frame. I took it off and unraveled it. It was a phone number. I considered it for a bit then left it on my desk and went on with my day.
Much later that afternoon I picked up the p
And a story to go with it. by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
And a story to go with it.
Leaves fell from the trees onto the sidewalk he walked on. The autumn wind chilled his bones as the first drizzles of rain started to fall upon him. Not minding that, he kept on walking, and gripping the bouquet he'd bought for her over three hours ago. His mind was racing over what he should do. He'd spent his whole life here, and knew her his whole life. How could he just leave? Then, opposing thoughts jumped at him. She's torn you apart over this. Leaving is the first step getting over this and her. He walked past the convenience store, past the houses that were so similar it sickened him, right up to his front door.
An hour later, he pac
He walked out of the bathroom this morning to see her packing her suitcase. There was a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he knew this time it was it. She wasn't coming back. He surveyed the rest of the room. Sure enough, a single ticket confirmed his fears. So this is it? he thought. A few seconds later, the sound of a zipper made him turn around and face her. She looked up at him. Her eyes countered his fear with anger and the obvious nerve to leave. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead just picked up her suitcase, grabbed the ticket, and walked out that door for the last time.
I got a nice shirt and pants out of the dresser, and put them on. I was invited to a party. I got the new shoes I had just received on, and made sure I looked my best. Then, I sat down on the most comfortable couch we have, and I picked up a book. I didn't look down fro that book for hours. The only time I did was to read the text "Where are you?" not even to reply. Just to look.
Night was draped across the city. Lights of all colors decorated the buildings. It was a humble, serene night despite the rustle in Times Square, and snow fell soft across the celebration. Friends and families together alike. Wind blew lightly across their faces as they waited in anticipation. Counting down 5.....4....3.....2...1! and cheer erupted from them. Couples kissed, families hugged and were reminiscent, and above all the cheer one song could be heard.
Should auld aquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld aquaintance be forgot,
in days of auld lang syne?
She sat at the edge of her bed in the light of the dawn breaking through the window. The houses here no longer had heat nor did they have have electricity. She simply stared at the wallpaper and everything that hung upon it. Memories flooded through her mind, not just from that room, but all of her memories. She'd been sitting there for a while. In fact, She wasn't sure exactly how long she'd been sitting there. Sure, it was a waste of time, but there was nothing she was more fond of than memories. just a few more minutes here she thought. Right now, no raid, not anything would stop her from her seconds she still had here before she had to l
I was in town. Anthony and I were visiting my parents to tell them about the engagement. Anthony didn't feel well, so I stopped by the old corner store to get him some Tylenol. When I was walking up to the register I stopped to pick up a snack, and that's when I saw you. You looked just like you always did, but there was a sad undertone in your eyes. I locked eye contact with you for a good 10 seconds and started to say something but you interrupted me with "She left"
I burst into tears.
I really hate poetry... by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
I really hate poetry...
And I don't want to tell you.
I don't want you to know.
I could keep this all in my head
and it could be safe there
and it would drive me to the ends of my sanity
but then, again,
feeling something's better than feeling nothing.
What We Hope to Hear, by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
What We Hope to Hear,
I'd been sitting here at the kitchen table for exactly an hour since I got the mail. There was only one letter, and inside it were all my hopes and fears. This was it. Yet, I could not bring myself to read it. Not in the past hour at least. I had just sat here nervously stirring my coffee, watching the birds, the wind blow the trees, and the cat playfully run around. Peace was all around me, and my composure was crashing all around me with every second I waited to open it. I inhaled deeply then got up and dumped my coffee out. I picked up the envelope and opened it. There were only a few words. The few words I needed to hear.
I'm coming home
The place where I feel safe. by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
The place where I feel safe.
The electricity went out half an hour earlier, and I left myself alone with my thoughts. When I inhaled I smelled my mother, my grandfather's cologne, my grandmother's lotion, the tobacco from the barn, the rain on the pavement of the streets, and my great-grandmother's foyer. When I listened I heard the dogs barking, the cars on the wet road, the crickets chirping, my mother's singing, my grandmother's promises of seeing us again soon, and the rocking chair creaking back and forth. When I looked up, I saw the stars in the sky out in the country, The helicopters above the city, the sand and the seas at sunset, the fence around the backyard, t
A package arrived for me today. One with an address I failed to recognize. However, it never occurred to me that it could be dangerous. Instead, it peaked my curiosity. So I opened it. I tore off the packaging tape and opened the flaps on the box and pulled out the brown paper cushioning. Inside was a necklace, A miniature rocking horse, an oval picture frame, and a tiny snow-globe. All vaguely familiar to me. There was a scrap of paper wrapped around the picture frame. I took it off and unraveled it. It was a phone number. I considered it for a bit then left it on my desk and went on with my day.
Much later that afternoon I picked up the p
And a story to go with it. by Eagereyesbright, literature
Literature
And a story to go with it.
Leaves fell from the trees onto the sidewalk he walked on. The autumn wind chilled his bones as the first drizzles of rain started to fall upon him. Not minding that, he kept on walking, and gripping the bouquet he'd bought for her over three hours ago. His mind was racing over what he should do. He'd spent his whole life here, and knew her his whole life. How could he just leave? Then, opposing thoughts jumped at him. She's torn you apart over this. Leaving is the first step getting over this and her. He walked past the convenience store, past the houses that were so similar it sickened him, right up to his front door.
An hour later, he pac
I got a nice shirt and pants out of the dresser, and put them on. I was invited to a party. I got the new shoes I had just received on, and made sure I looked my best. Then, I sat down on the most comfortable couch we have, and I picked up a book. I didn't look down fro that book for hours. The only time I did was to read the text "Where are you?" not even to reply. Just to look.
Night was draped across the city. Lights of all colors decorated the buildings. It was a humble, serene night despite the rustle in Times Square, and snow fell soft across the celebration. Friends and families together alike. Wind blew lightly across their faces as they waited in anticipation. Counting down 5.....4....3.....2...1! and cheer erupted from them. Couples kissed, families hugged and were reminiscent, and above all the cheer one song could be heard.
Should auld aquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld aquaintance be forgot,
in days of auld lang syne?