If you're angry, you don't have to write a poem dealing with the cause of your anger. But it needs to be an angry poem. So go ahead... write one. I know you're at least a little bit angry with me. And when you're done with your poem, decipher it as if you'd just found it printed in a textbook and know absolutely nothing about its author. The results can be amazing...and scary. But it's always cheaper than a therapist.
Jay AsherCould be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know
Jay AsherI sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.
Jay AsherI want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!
Jay AsherYou can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.
Jay AsherI didn't feel physically sick. But mentally. My mind was twisting in so many ways. (...) We once saw a documentary on migraines. One of the men interviewed used to fall on his knees and bang his head against the floor, over and over during attacks. This diverted the pain from deep inside his brain, where he couldn't reach it, to a pain outside that he had control over.
Jay Asher