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The Spark in Your Eyes

The spark in your eyes,
It draws my being in,
Left me mesmerized,
By the depth within.

The spark in your eyes,
They make your eyes glow,
They make your irises look nice,
But perhaps you’ll never know.

The spark in your eyes,
Are like a single candle’s flame.
The fire dances in that paradise,
Amidst the world’s pouring rain.

The sparks in your eyes,
I look at it with glee,
But then I realized,
The sparks were never me.

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A Reflection of You, or of Me

Before you I stand, just as I am,
Your gaze bore steeply within my soul.
From within your sight, my consciousness stems,
Beneath the brokenness of a gaping hole.

Our eyes are windows, so in your pupil I found
Words unspoken, yet said aloud.
The depth of soul cannot help but astound,
Faded only by your inner cloud.

I gazed and gazed, and still could not find,
The truth about who you are.
Am I looking too close, mesmerized by the details in your eyes,
or shall I search deeper within your heart?

I sought your visage to find answers,
To a question I do not know how to ask.
Will my seeking become a futile curse,
Since your eyes are hidden by an invisible mask?

Alas, I asked the dreaded question,
"Who are you that I see?"
You replied with no little hesitation,
"Well, who are you to me?"

Indeed our eyes are windows like they all say,
Yet you see your reflection in its glass the more you look.
So the images that I saw within that lay,
Were they images of myself that I mistook?

When I asked you who you are,
Am I really asking who I am?
Is looking at you a reflection of myself from afar,
Am I the answer, or am I the problem?

The name you told me of yourself,
Was it your name, or what you're known by?
The name that I knew for myself,
Was it my name, or simply an elaborate lie?

How I view you perhaps reveals more
About myself than it does about you.
For you are yourself in your inmost core,
But outside, we are known by what we do.

Do I see you as you come to be,
Or simply the way I want to?
Is this you, or is this me that I see,
What's false, what's true?

If my hand reaches out to you right now,
Would you become disappear as an ideal I made in my mind?
If I asked you to show me how,
Perhaps the answer I shall never find?

Gaze, o muse, into my eyes so deep,
Do you see the vision that I create?
Alas, o muse, put yourself to sleep,
For perhaps, you know yourself better than if awake.

We may know more about ourselves if we try,
Within each other than on our own.
We can't see our own eyes,
But we shall see each other's alone.

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A Water's Character

The water that flows on rivers,
Are the same that flows in oceans,
Are the same that flows in cups,
The same in drinks.

It takes many forms,
Sometimes peaceful, or calm,
Sometimes angry, or vengeful
Or pained beyond measure.

It brings life, it kills,
It drowns, it sustains,
That depends how you use it
So I'll be careful with you.

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cUp

C                                                        P
         space.              empty.
                                             fill it.
         fill                           it                 
             Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
    quietness. 
                            nothing but everything

             filled                         with 
               the nothingness

          need.               it needs.
                    
                         (U)

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Broken Glasses and Shattered Hearts

How long does it take to break broken glass until it’s broken beyond repair?
How long does it take for avoidant eyes to finally learn to stare?
Will it take long enough for glass to pierce my shattered, battered heart,
Or eyes that will never look that way from the very start?

Does it take a fool or a man to learn the terms of his death from life,
Does it take a corpse or a coward to learn he was never alive?*
Will there be enough time to figure out the unfigurable parts of my soul,
Or will there be enough pieces to piece it back together whole?

The eyes that see cannot figure out what remains to be seen,
If it’s hidden from the world through rose-tinted dreams.
The heart that knows that it cannot last a chance cannot help but hope like a foolish man,
Hoping that one day, there will be enough broken parts to finally understand.

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curtain

shield me from the world, my beautiful curtain,
shield me from prying eyes
shield me from the horrors of this universe,
and all their pretty lies.

the world sees how beautiful you are, my curtain,
they see how much i adore you.
they see your worth within your piece of cloth,
of flowers and textures through and through.

yet they don’t know the mess you hide inside,
they do not know the privacy you set apart.
you shield me from the world, my curtain,
but please do not shield me from your heart.

the world may just see your pretty patterns and colours,
but i want to see the home you made.
i want to see the beauty of the house that you built,
and the memories that you and i create.