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Elio Velazquez Poem
I sit in front of myself,
Finding my way into my own eyes,
Searching for myself in my mirror,
Though I do not recognize this figure the light reflects,
I gaze past my trasparent face,
Looking for me,
I wipe invisible tears that never fell away,
Seeing the hidden scars appear,
Each contain a memory,
Revealing me,
Yet I paint make-up onto my body to suit society,
Showing what I desire to become,
I envy sypathy,
Since I know many have it worse,
My eyes remain dead,
I force them to enlighten,
Yet my bogus ways can’t even fool me,
I fear I am fake,
But isn’t everyone fake,
So would I be considered normal,
I don’t know,
Taking a deep breathe,
Tasting the air,
It is bitter, cold, dry, harsh, and judgemental,
I continue to stare at my mirror,
Hoping to find a piece of mind,
Feasibly an answer,
Expunging the stains on my bones,
Amending my facial expression,
Stealing an empathetic tone,
Craving joy,
Reenacting a ceased happiness,
But my kindness is often mistaken as weakness,
I can’t expect to be accepted in the world,
When I can’t even accept myself,
I fear love because I know it will never last,
I’ve seen what love can do,
I’m already dead in a living body so why would I want to die twice,
Some would say I have a belligerent life,
Or a dream life that has came into reality,
Others would argue differ,
Though it is not about what I have,
But what it can become,
Now I rise,
Place my TOOTHBRUSH aside,
Turn and walk in a slow motion,
As I stitch a smile onto my face from cheeck to cheeck.
Copyright © Elio Velazquez | Year Posted 2012
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Elio Velazquez Poem
The eye the eye,
The windows to our soul,
Utilized for criticism by our foes,
It appears in different colors of the rainbow,
Picking at our self-esteem,
The eye can be so truly mean,
Controlling our minds,
Amending us for mankind,
Allowing us to fear,
Exerting our pain through tears,
Automatically judges our pears,
And it chooses its lover from their cover,
An image has shaped its way through history,
Making it seem there is only one way a human should be seen,
Ironically it’s the sense of the five we value most,
That causes great harm to its host,
… So don’t cry,
Walk up high,
Confide in your true identity and see,
Not me,
Or what you desire to be,
But how God created you to be seen,
The eye the eye…
Copyright © Elio Velazquez | Year Posted 2012
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