Emily Dickinson Poem I Am Nobody 소설 & 이야기

Dear no one Today I was walking home from school when Colton and his friends walked up to me and started laughing at my nose saying it looked funny. He said I am too fat with a big stomach and if I ever wanted to be their friend, I had to change that and stop eating. Dear no one Today is probably the second day I am starving. God knows how much I want to loose weight. Perhaps a few more days of this and everything will be alright. Dear no one Sometimes I just want to disappear and evaporate. To vanish, is that too much to ask. Nobody even noticed I was not eating and today I walked into the kitchen and ate four slices of Sandwich. I'm probably some big dark hole that consumes everything w

Sky says as she jesters with her hands to me. I took a couple of deep breaths before I began to read my poem out loud. Gathering my nerves before I speak. Lifeless Lost and alone left empty without a home. Watching as the wind blows, chattering through hollow bones. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. A girl once set to sore left with oozing pores, born in a world torn in two. Amber eyes stare into the starry skies, locks of blonde hair ripped from a head now bare. A face that once held so much grace, revealing split flesh tattered like mesh. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. Tears shed out of so many fears, crying in the da

“Because you’re not skimming. You’re listening.” She looked back at the book in her hand—Shire’s Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth. “I’ve always liked poets who don’t flinch,” she said. He stepped closer—not crowding, just closing the distance. “I’m Amir,” he said. “I own this place. Or rather… it owns me.” She laughed softly—surprised, genuine. “Adeyemi.”

he said. “I mean it is not like anybody will step forward to save a nobody like you,” he added with a mean chuckle. The tears stung at the back of my eyes. It felt silly, my need to cry because he had called me a nobody. I should not care, I already knew that fact already, I already know that if I ever needed help nobody will stand up for me, I already know about my status as an abandoned child, as a nobody so why does his words hurt so much? Why do I care what he thinks? I tried my best to keep the tries from falling, but I knew I had lost that battle when my lips began to quiver.

Sharee gritted her teeth. “Who are you?” She demanded again. Her voice was less irritable this time but it was still cold. The darkness did not move. Instead, a soft chuckle drifted from it. “I am Nobody. But one who may be your last, depending on how much you are willing to offer.” Sharee trembled, but she did not say a word. Just then, the torches flickered as a faint breeze passed through the courtyard, but the person standing beyond their reach did not step forward.

Not for her. I tilted my head slightly, meeting her stare. “You seem to think highly of yourself, Amira. You must be mistaken if you think I need to rely on anyone’s pity to stand where I am.” Her smile faltered, but only for a second. “Don’t play innocent!” she snapped. “Everyone here knows what you are. A pathetic little nobody who used her face and body to climb her way up. Don’t think we don’t see through that act of yours!”

I say, to no one, to everyone, to a version of myself four thousand years gone. I keep walking. ~~~

"You think you're so important now, but mark my words—nobody will listen to you. You are nobody." I clenched my fists, refusing to let her words shake my resolve, my nails digging into my palms like talons. "You're mistaken, Lady Asher," I said, my voice steady, though my heart seethed with anger. "I'm not just a nobody. I've fought for my place here, and I will continue to do so."

Her words waver from emotion, the loneliness wrapped around her like a shroud, cloaking her from the world. “How can I help? I’m a nobody.” My declaration has her smirking with amusement, her brows raised in challenge. “You’re more than you understand.” She tuts, holding onto her thoughts for dear life. “But I think that’s all for now. We have time to get to know one another don’t we?” “I guess,” I answer, Summer tilts her head, curious about the sudden dismissal. What isn’t she telling us?

And to her horror, she had agreed. “You’re distracted,” Dante’s voice cut through her thoughts as he spun her elegantly. His dark eyes bore into hers, searching. “What is it?” Amara swallowed hard. “I was just… thinking how surreal this is. A few months ago, I was nobody. And now…” She let her voice trail into something that sounded wistful, convincing. Dante’s hand tightened around her waist. “You’ll never be nobody again. Not while I breathe.” His vow was fierce, raw. The intensity of his words cracked her already fractured resolve.