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I hadn’t seen him in ages, it seemed. It’s kind of weird the way he walked by me today. I was on my way to English class and he just walked right by - literally inches from me. Usually, he leaves his class later and I never see him, but when I do, he walks along the very left side (my left) and avoids acknowledgement. I walk in the very middle, purposely texting whoever only to avoid him, but sometimes - from the corner of my eye - I’ll catch him glimpsing at me. He thinks I’m blind, he thinks I forgot about everything, but little does he know how intensely the flashbacks storm in my mind every time I see a football helmet. It makes me think of that poem I wrote - something about how the helmet symbolizes his mask. We all wear masks, but I don’t forget pain. I store it in the back of my mind and I wear my own mask, pretending to not give a damn - but I think he sees right through it...just like how I see through his.
I think he knows that I still think about him, no matter where I have gone, no matter how far I’ve ventured out into the world. I know he knows of my existence, because something changed today. And I think he walked past me so closely as a way to let me know that he hasn’t forgotten either; it's as if it was his way of shortening the distance.
Today, I forgave him, but also realized how much I miss him, and how much I really do need to let it go. The image of him has stayed in my mind, but this is a face I do not want. This is a face I do not know, because though I may see through it and whether I like it or not...he still wears the helmet.
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this hits home. it hits beyond home, it's just amazing.
i'm not a big fan of the spacing, but this is really good otherwise. prose has a way of being cliche, but this is not. you should know that. you have a gift. i agree with speak slow, it's just vulnerable and easy to relate to. the imagery is fantastic. you have a gift, you have a gift, a gift, a gift. -
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thank you, but where is this spacing that you speak of? lol
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wow, i'm used to reading prose drowning in cliche imagery, but this definitely isn't; that's a good thing.
i love how this poem is so raw and heartbreaking, in a sense. it's vulnerable and i'm sure many people could relate with this!
good job and good luck!
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i love this...
i love the vulnerability of it, the honesty it pours.. everything about this piece is beautiful =]
i really don't know what to say. my heart breaks reading this. even though i don't know the whole story behind this i'm sure i can relate, which yeah.. sucks.
that final line is awesome. totally amazing. it was the perfect finish, it blew me away.
and now yep.. i'm pretty much speechless.
i've been really crap with my favorites recently. you've made me realise how much i miss reading good poetry and prose
excellent work.
ElectricBloom
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Not sure of the story behind this, but you sure make me want to know more. You have such vivid story telling ability. Love it.
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I was on my way to English class and he just walked right by past me - literally inches from me.
-geez. i love the intricate detail of this. it seems super real to read. honestly, this line really drew me into this write.
the second stanza is just fantastic. i know it probably doesn't seem like much to you, but it's so entertaining to read. like fuck, you can just revel in this feeling.
man.
even when you're not trying to be good and just trying to be honest,
you are awesome.
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