Sight
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things i never saw while awake
i saw them in my dreams
words i never heard when walking
i heard them while asleep
if you are afraid of saying it
put it down
i will read of it
i'm not quite sure how to put the way i miss you into words.
i see your face in everything around me.
your taste is a recurrent craving i can't seem to curb.
The smell of ginger bread fills the kitchen with the heat of an oven reminding me I am home.
Stepping outside is a shock wave of senses, the smell of snow in the air that the wind has left behind.
Standing at the top of this hill,
I sit, stand, and laugh at hell,
Thinking,
"What a perfect reflection we see of ourselves."
With respect,
"I know it may seem cold to say just what I see,
Look up to the sky, what's beyond
what you can see?
Are there angels
struttung,
spilling
and tripping
over themselves as we do?
See around.
Who's beyond what you can see.
Dear Michael,
My eyesight is so bad now
I actually can’t see anything past my toes
Even though its just the ground
Then I look up
And the moon is blurred
I can see the dying trees
And the blooming flowers,
The strikes of lightening
And the drizzling rain.
All through my window I can see these things.
I can see the working bees
In some places, scars are
The most goregous, glimmering things you've ever seen.
Intricate designs telling of forgotten pains
And forged of blood.
They speak to the strength of their owner.
Rocking in azure blue,
Fluorescent lights all around,
Rockets flying; left and right, lawyers sue,
The soft tender touch of a lover,The hushed whispers from one to another.The beauty of a now stranger lingers in your mind,The faint smell of Lilac lets you unwind.The taste of your tears cascading down your cheek,Her gentle kisses leave you weak.
It is foreign to me, like entering a class room for the first time. I do not know what to expect and I fear the unknowingness of it all.
Seeking
Searching
My eyes relish the world around me
Once you have seen you cannot unsee
This sight that was given to me
To see the physical wonders
Cover your eyes, and what do you see?
Is it the grass, or the sky, is it me?
Why must we make all of our judgements with sight,
When all that matters is what's wrong and what's right?
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.
If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.
But count the eyes first.
she came
she saw
she took
what she
needed
with soft
hands by
her touch
she then
approached him
he came again
she called
him in
she wanted
She, falling in love before
and he, to depart without
a bye so good
darkened Her heart from red
to gray and further to black
it was as if death
I am the cup of ramen noodles I keepforgetting to take out of themicrowave. I am the orange juice that spills on a fourteen hourinternational flight. I am the mint plant on the windowsill that only thrives
I am the one with the disability
and yet you are the one who really cannot see
The world is larger than you and I
Can you not see why minds must diversify?
I walk with my hijab- shadowed but shining
I walk fast, small silent steps, quick pace
I walk and weave through the crowded hallways
No bother to anyone, anyone no bother to me
Sight is just a window
from the room we're bound to.
If you find a way out,
would you let me know how too?
I'm on the verge
Can't you feel the energy surge
I'm almost there
So beware
25,000 points seemed out of sight
But I scored it with all my might
And that's right
It was a very hard fight!
Won't you hold me tight
In the middle of the night
Don't turn on the light
Hold me with all your might
You know it ain't right
If we have a fight
That seems to be my plight
But your out of sight!
This isn’t some side job
that you can pick up
whenever you have
extra seconds on
your wristwatch.
The nebulas of your eyes
are always looking,
observing each individual
hair tied up
like her toung in her throat
flowers skattered
like her toughts
high shorts zipped up
like her mouth every day
socks pulled high
likepuffs of smoke leaving her mouth
Watch Time Friend of Mine
Brave and cunning
Clever till the end
Watch the red, as it spreads
No matter where I go, I can't explain away,
the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way.
She's a mystery to us all,
and a puzzle to a tee,
a conundrum to her parents,
At the end of the day, when the flashback startsThe brilliant rays of the sun isall I’ll remember
Our sight is skewed.
You look through a lense
yet it is not your own;
they placed a focal upon your face.
Constantly neglecting to notice your nose,
though its incapable of escaping your vision.
what if we
were all born blind?
what if the eyes that rigorously alter out outlook on life
were taken away?
what if there was no "fatties"
no one cared how they looked or were seen as
How nice it must be
to have your head on your neck,
where was intended to be.
The contrary, however, to see.
EDIT:
How sad it must be
to have your head on your neck,
Sailing in the waters of which You wept,
You sees a Light in the distant of the cove,
a Light that Reality would refer to as
a dead end.
The Light fades,
then flares,
fades,
I think if your lips pierced mine again,
I’d fall back into old habits.
It would be unfortunately fine with me.
The way your blue eyes made my mind spin,
Sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I fly because I have no wings.
My dreams are never constant.
My hands sometimes have blood strewn across my fingers,
my head is sometimes a floatless blob.
To dream means that you care.
I write because I fight with words. I write because when I write I can be heard when there's no one else to listen and nothing else to do, not a verb else. When I write my sentences are fragmented but my thoughts are complete. Through.
All day long I fight the good fight against my eyes,
A constant reminder I'm slave to my sight.
What a shame, the content with such snide ties.
I suppose it's time for me to grow wise,
I am aware of my vision
Better yet, more like its condition
Very poor, there's little hope
I ask what I'll miss the most
Will it be the summer sunsets
Seeing its colors blend, until darkness left
There is truth to your word,
As my walls come down.
When you're around
Something unpredictable,
Something unspeakable
Even unexplained.
Yet our lips speak of it softly
Will the slightest touch burn?
To hear words as music
To see words as a life
To know words as your own,
It becomes more than spoken.
But as emotions with lungs;
The beauty in which moves our hearts.
To comprehend words with emotions
sudden realization of the sin
wondering where to begin
i open my eyes and see the difference
yet closed eyes, in my mind, knows no resistance
thats what’s important, right?
