Notebook of Recorded Invisibility

Notebook of Recorded Invisibility

 

 

living in my mind's rubber room

thoughts bouncing off white walls

there is writing on my tongue

but sense is a different coat of paint

 

I love everyone I love

but I don't know their names now

people take notes on me

but the ink doesn't stick

 

I am you in the bad times

I am not sure who I am in the good times

my clock is broken

the hands of intelligence stopped on a dime

 

I love you if you remember who I am

I just wish I did.

the mirror shows a stranger

I've not yet met.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/10/25

Reviews

[Jimmy Crapped Corn]

Wow, that kind of sums it up.. if you love me, please remind me what I'm like, most of my people don't even remember

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jimmy....
j.

[mae]

reading the other reviews, it truly speaks to the fact that everyone interprets things differently. look how many people you touched.
-m

[mae]

"I am you in the bad times" really resonated with me. as someone who struggles with autism, i understand mirroring those around you. i am others.
and the last stanza, just wow. really speaks to a struggle of identity. the raw emotion in this is truly powerful.
great work -mae

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind words, Mae, and for showing me how you relate to this write.
j.

[Keagen Cole]

I honestly cannot put into words how much I appreciate the emotion and thought that you portray here.

I initially saw it through my eyes as a telling of changing from composed youth to the unpredictable changes of transitory adulthood, especially on thought and personality (then again, I'm still not 20 yet). When I read some of the other reviews, particularly those mentioning the theme of age and memory loss, I started to recall that you're much farther in the game than I am (sorry if that sounded rude.) XD
Anyways, vague as it is, I love the composition and symbolism in this.

(P.S. sorry for the long, long silence on my end.)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Not rude at all, just truth. And I appreciate your insight into this piece from a younger perspective.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi J
Please don’t remind me of the phase in life… I think I’ve already entered it! And it’s not all fun and games… but I guess we can’t change it, so we’ll just look and sound ridiculous!!
Warmly
B🤣

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I've entered it right with you, Dear Betty.
Right with you.
j.

[Davidgeo]

You are not alone my fellow Illinoisian.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thanks, David.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Whether the aging process or the onset of severe mental health problems, this poem makes me think about our relationship with those we love who are suffering this agony. They are no longer who we once knew and yet we love them still for who they were. I have read this poem several times now thinking about my aunt and my sis. My aunt won’t recover, She will deteriorate even further but my sister should recover with time. A poignant write j. True love doesn’t die, even after death it stays.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your understanding words, Chris.
j.

[Jansy]

This one made me think about my dad. He’s 48, full of life and stories, but sometimes I catch myself wondering what it’ll be like when I have to walk this road with him....when memory starts to slip and I become a stranger he still loves. I hope lol. But It’s a strange ache, caring so much that even imagining the forgetting hurts. But that’s what this poem does so well....it reminds us that love can outlast recognition, and sometimes that’s both the comfort and the heartbreak.
James☆

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, both at the same time. Thank you, James.
j.

[Relic]

Reminds me of my father and all I had to go through as a care giver. This is deep, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your understanding words, Tim.
j.