Look at my eyes, what do you see
I can see hidden tears unshed
Tears of pain and miseries
That always wet your saddened bed
Look at my legs, what do you see
I can see tired and timid legs
Too afraid to move towards your dreams
Instead of moving towards it, they fled
Look at my tongue,what do you see
I can see a tied tongue
Hesitating to state it seeings and feelings
Tis good to be silent but sometimes wrong
Look at my hands, what do you see
I can see the power to change your destiny
For it is written on your palms
In letters only you can understand
You can change the tears to a joyful one
You can start moving your timid legs
You can be the owner of your tongue
Your hands are not meant to be folded
Categories:
seeings, anxiety, change, confidence, fear,
Form: Free verse
"They see."
So I'm told,
As if I'm to know what that means.
Just another thing said,
Without need for all
the head.
"See?"
The preponderence of "sight" slipped into mine,
And slithered back out from between my teeth.
I'd assumed too much: pondering precedes neither the sights nor sight.
Into us they go -- the sights -- whether we pondered the light.
What procedes such un-prepondered precedings:
Productions of sights predicted in seeings?
"Say what you mean."
I wouldn't dare it before a three headed dog.
"They are holes for the light, and holes don't do verbs."
"They don't see, then, you see."
This is worse.
Categories:
seeings, confusion, introspection, metaphor, satire,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Slither
me slips me beasty heart
beneath a piece of guise,
and pens some page of wisdoms
to place before they's eyes,
and with they's gaze diverted,
me dons me cloak of thief's,
and slithers in and steals they's love,
and leaves thems only griefs.
me slimeys up the way theys moves
about they's drudgy lifes,
and causes thems to kicks like bugs,
all caught in stuffs and strifes.
me sees this murky-mucky,
and glees it close to breast;
me knows me must continue thus,
or becomes like alls the rest.
but me sorrowfuls am becoming,
as guise weighs heart likes lead;
it darkens up me seeings in,
and fouls insides me head.
now me greeny eyes does leakings
with only leastest nudge,
and from me slitty portals
comes oozing weeps of sludge.
Categories:
seeings, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
How many times must I break within my own self to recognize I have given away my soul? What truth are left untold for the ever knowledge hungry mind to behold? Will one be able to complete this test? To be able to relax and take that long awaited rest? The lonely hearts relentless every looming emptiness. Nervousness over questions regarding entering freely seeings now I proceed soulless. Stolen for one to menys personal bliss, leaves only pointless broken promises upheld by senseless fairy tale nonsense. Day dreaming of permanent euphoric bliss. Frivolous empty prayers returning from this hopeless brokenheartedness. They don't hear the broken, empty, soulless wish. So lets make sure someone finds this and cross your fingers the bullet didn't miss.
Categories:
seeings, leaving, loneliness, lost love,
Form: I do not know?
She went to bed as normal
To enter her reoccurring dream
Being visited by who
Its not too long before she screams
Her body becomes so bloodied
Scratched by seeings unknown
Claw marks not of this world
She's all alone feeling so disowned
She opens her teary eyes
Faceless images front her sight
Being in this reoccurring dream
To scared she lies in fright
Scaled humanoids over her body crawl
In an eerie fascination
Its like she's become an experiment
To find their realisation
She drifts even further
Panicking she gasps for air
In her bleeding aspiration
Her dark eyes open in deadened stare
In momentary shock
From this reoccurring dream she awakens
Is it just a matter of time
She becomes their forsaken
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Categories:
seeings, fantasybody,
Form: Quatrain
In dreams i have seen this place,
And some reason i don't know my face.
I see the fields white like cotton,
No one heals, no ones stopping.
I see the place where i grew,
I see the face that i knew,
Pain strides for everlasting doom,
Rain subsides the gaping wound,
Mounds upon mounds of scorching regret,
Perfume the air toward the sunset,
Beautiful pink clouds bring the relief,
Nightfall begins with the belief.
Death has come to take me away,
In his casket goodbye to today.
So graceful is the clouded air,
So tasteful is the mounted stair,
The imagination brought forth to reality,
Now so beautiful i see the brutality.
The brains and minds of fellow beings,
Becomes my heaven, become my seeings.
Categories:
seeings, visionary
Form: I do not know?
This a reunion of the human
choosing Love this a movement
What Is Black
Beauty to Behold
Poetry Expressions
Reason for the soul to flourish
Blessings know indeed
True to Ourselves
As we Live amoungst equal beings
no sequel seeings this is No time
For Judgements This Hyprocital System
Is Living a bidding Life Give Thanks
Riddin strife Givin Life as we Breathe
Live IT Light The LIfe thay we Lead
Prayers and Blessings And Well HEalth
Categories:
seeings, art, devotion, peace, people,
Form: I do not know?