Post by Dewey on Dec 27, 2004 10:47:22 GMT -5
Disclaimer: The song, Missing, belongs to Evanescence, and Albus and Minerva are property of J.K. Rowling.
By: Dewey
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She knows what you speak of. She knows of what’s between the lines of speach. Somehow she knows of what you so dearly wish and long for. Through all her years of living, she’s never experienced anything quite like this before. She just wishes to be anywhere but home, anywhere but to be alone. For, you share a hunger, she and you. As you wish for a family- a lover and confidant, she desires for not the reverse. She wants nothing but the other half of her soul, someone to have a shoulder to cry on or share the most extraordinary of nights with displaying but the ardor felt between the two. She wants someone to love her as she is- but a simple woman of principle- and invoke in her some sleeping enchantment waiting to be rekindled. . . . . But if you love her as believed you do, tell her, for the sake of goodness, tell her, you goddamned fool!
She’ll leave, never for you to see the beautiful face, the elegant figure, nor the smile that only you could ever grace upon her soft, lightly mauved lips. You’ll never see that again, and neither will they. Never again will they get to aspire in the skill that is shared with them- with you. Never again will they get to see the twinkle in their fellow collegue’s eyes!
Shall we begin, or shall we continue this unremitting path to eternal woe?. . . . .
Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
Maybe someday you’ll look out,
And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:
Isn’t something missing?
I lay in bed this dreadful, autumn morne and think of only the most horrid of thoughts. I know not of what is to come, dear Albus, and I think, ‘What is this? Tis this the lie I live? Is this but the shadow drought up for my entertainment?’ And, my dearest acquaintance, you are but a stranger to me.
I’ve screamed, I want to leave. You have ignored me for the last time. You are my best friend and the greatest lover I ever have known, but. . . . is that it? Is that all we’ve got going for us, my brave knight? Our petty differences, I pay heed today. I hear whispering in my head; am I beginning to befall ignorance? My lips are raw from but the night before, my head falls back. This obsession- I begin to stare upward toward a white ceiling- is overtaking me, beckoning me to submerge further in only to plummet to the endless stone bottom. My mind laughs, yet my body weeps for what you would never realize is missing.
You won’t cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?
Distancing myself from you has not possibly worked so as to this day. I need to be further gone before I dig in too deep. You have asked me, "My dear professor, is there something you wish to tell me?" and I shake my head in the negative. You leave me be, for the time being. You always were quite the irrational one, with your idiotic ways.
In a way, I’m dead. . . . . . dead to you. Should I come back will be your decision. My fate rests upon you, my dear, gallant fairy-tale character. In a way it’s what you are, a fairy-tale hero; someone who acts the part in every way, that never lets down the so-well-built-up facade. You’re always feinting the job, I spitefully reflect within my witty mind. You’re always running around saving everyone- everyone but yourself. Did you forget to save yourself, you spineless bastard, or do you refuse? Do you forget what you're missing, because I don’t? Do you notice that I leave- that I left? I shake my head- I cry no tears for you- I must not be up to a superhuman’s performance measure.
You mustn’t lie awake as I do at night and pine for me. I see it in your eyes you don’t. . . . . Ah, those glowing blue orbs of time spent. The thing that first drew me to you so. I read it in them you don’t see I’m gone. I’m not listening to what you say! For (and I shake my head at this), I am not worth it. I am not worth your troubled thought or lost time. You are above such austerity which is me.
Even though I’d be sacrificed,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?
My eyes are lolling and my brows furrowing in frustration. Do you see what you have done to me?! Whenever you come near, my heart races and my breath comes in deep, shallow rasps. I’d forfeit everything I know, everything I live for, if you would just come get me. And if you were to save yourself and to say you love me, I would come back to you. But you don’t miss me, you don’t know I am long gone from this place.
I’m walking down a dark alleyway, I sense fear in myself. People pass, gloomy persons they are. I reach for you and you’re not there, where have you gone? And then I remember that it is not you who has gone, but I. I’d willingly die to hear you whisper those three words to me that have yet to leave your tongue ever- for any woman. Yet, you go off and fight in your world and I’m left to hope you return breathing. I am left walking in this world alone and I hear a sinister, whispered question in the lane, whistling with the zephyr into my ears. . . . .
Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out:
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?
Another voice- your voice- whispers: ‘How could they? She is but the last remaining pawn in our game.’
Realization struck these tears on these cheeks and I begin to recite with the wind, the words appearing from nowhere:
And if I bleed, I’ll bleed,
Knowing you don’t care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t something...
I open my eyes and see that it was all a dream. Just a dream, nothing more or nothing less. You’re still beside me in your bed, your chest animately rising and falling. I cry, but this time they are tears of happiness. I had never left, you had never forgot me, and I won’t ever doubt you. So many tears; they leak through my eyes and land splish-splattingly on your beard and face. I lay back and think maybe nothing’s missing after all.
But maybe. . . .
Even though I’d be sacrificed,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?
__________________________________________________
**shrugs** Thanks if you made it this far. . . . . .
Kathy.
By: Dewey
_______________________________________________________________________
She knows what you speak of. She knows of what’s between the lines of speach. Somehow she knows of what you so dearly wish and long for. Through all her years of living, she’s never experienced anything quite like this before. She just wishes to be anywhere but home, anywhere but to be alone. For, you share a hunger, she and you. As you wish for a family- a lover and confidant, she desires for not the reverse. She wants nothing but the other half of her soul, someone to have a shoulder to cry on or share the most extraordinary of nights with displaying but the ardor felt between the two. She wants someone to love her as she is- but a simple woman of principle- and invoke in her some sleeping enchantment waiting to be rekindled. . . . . But if you love her as believed you do, tell her, for the sake of goodness, tell her, you goddamned fool!
She’ll leave, never for you to see the beautiful face, the elegant figure, nor the smile that only you could ever grace upon her soft, lightly mauved lips. You’ll never see that again, and neither will they. Never again will they get to aspire in the skill that is shared with them- with you. Never again will they get to see the twinkle in their fellow collegue’s eyes!
Shall we begin, or shall we continue this unremitting path to eternal woe?. . . . .
Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
Maybe someday you’ll look out,
And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:
Isn’t something missing?
I lay in bed this dreadful, autumn morne and think of only the most horrid of thoughts. I know not of what is to come, dear Albus, and I think, ‘What is this? Tis this the lie I live? Is this but the shadow drought up for my entertainment?’ And, my dearest acquaintance, you are but a stranger to me.
I’ve screamed, I want to leave. You have ignored me for the last time. You are my best friend and the greatest lover I ever have known, but. . . . is that it? Is that all we’ve got going for us, my brave knight? Our petty differences, I pay heed today. I hear whispering in my head; am I beginning to befall ignorance? My lips are raw from but the night before, my head falls back. This obsession- I begin to stare upward toward a white ceiling- is overtaking me, beckoning me to submerge further in only to plummet to the endless stone bottom. My mind laughs, yet my body weeps for what you would never realize is missing.
You won’t cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?
Distancing myself from you has not possibly worked so as to this day. I need to be further gone before I dig in too deep. You have asked me, "My dear professor, is there something you wish to tell me?" and I shake my head in the negative. You leave me be, for the time being. You always were quite the irrational one, with your idiotic ways.
In a way, I’m dead. . . . . . dead to you. Should I come back will be your decision. My fate rests upon you, my dear, gallant fairy-tale character. In a way it’s what you are, a fairy-tale hero; someone who acts the part in every way, that never lets down the so-well-built-up facade. You’re always feinting the job, I spitefully reflect within my witty mind. You’re always running around saving everyone- everyone but yourself. Did you forget to save yourself, you spineless bastard, or do you refuse? Do you forget what you're missing, because I don’t? Do you notice that I leave- that I left? I shake my head- I cry no tears for you- I must not be up to a superhuman’s performance measure.
You mustn’t lie awake as I do at night and pine for me. I see it in your eyes you don’t. . . . . Ah, those glowing blue orbs of time spent. The thing that first drew me to you so. I read it in them you don’t see I’m gone. I’m not listening to what you say! For (and I shake my head at this), I am not worth it. I am not worth your troubled thought or lost time. You are above such austerity which is me.
Even though I’d be sacrificed,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?
My eyes are lolling and my brows furrowing in frustration. Do you see what you have done to me?! Whenever you come near, my heart races and my breath comes in deep, shallow rasps. I’d forfeit everything I know, everything I live for, if you would just come get me. And if you were to save yourself and to say you love me, I would come back to you. But you don’t miss me, you don’t know I am long gone from this place.
I’m walking down a dark alleyway, I sense fear in myself. People pass, gloomy persons they are. I reach for you and you’re not there, where have you gone? And then I remember that it is not you who has gone, but I. I’d willingly die to hear you whisper those three words to me that have yet to leave your tongue ever- for any woman. Yet, you go off and fight in your world and I’m left to hope you return breathing. I am left walking in this world alone and I hear a sinister, whispered question in the lane, whistling with the zephyr into my ears. . . . .
Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out:
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?
Another voice- your voice- whispers: ‘How could they? She is but the last remaining pawn in our game.’
Realization struck these tears on these cheeks and I begin to recite with the wind, the words appearing from nowhere:
And if I bleed, I’ll bleed,
Knowing you don’t care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t something...
I open my eyes and see that it was all a dream. Just a dream, nothing more or nothing less. You’re still beside me in your bed, your chest animately rising and falling. I cry, but this time they are tears of happiness. I had never left, you had never forgot me, and I won’t ever doubt you. So many tears; they leak through my eyes and land splish-splattingly on your beard and face. I lay back and think maybe nothing’s missing after all.
But maybe. . . .
Even though I’d be sacrificed,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?
__________________________________________________
**shrugs** Thanks if you made it this far. . . . . .
Kathy.
