I refuse to give in to sight!*
Lauren Ashley
Lauren Ashley
Jan 21, 2011

Save me from the morning light
I am unwilling to give up the night
For the loss of my dreams
To face reality as it seems
I refuse to give in to sight!

Words expressed through sight.

It starts with a glace...
Was it's occurrence by chance?
Words expressed through sight.
Emotions yet to be seen in light.

What runs through thoughts of both?
one could only hope to quoth.
What eyes can show on the spot.
Sometimes words describe, not.

Longing  for company is seen.
Fluid conversation, that's the dream.
Will affections be shyly lent.
Or would conversations flow, as meant?

To know some one is there.
To know you are not laid bare.
What intent is there to love?
To have someone to think of.

Nov 11, 2013
A quiet and very interesting person, she does not talk much but she has so much going on in her head.
in sight of ships,
Daphny Ryan
Daphny Ryan
Mar 24, 2013

I've enjoyed my time well spent,
gliding fore ward,
gaining perspective and understanding

beneath willow trees,
in sight of ships,
here before me in this world of opportunity.

Miss Hannah
Oct 4, 2011

When I close my eyes
I can't see the words
or the pictures
or the birds

I miss the people passing by
and the cars
and the planes
and I don't see the clouds floating through the sky

I don't see the sun
and I don't see the stars
I don't wonder if there might be life on mars
I don't see the moon
and I don't see the wolf
as it sings it's lonely song

I don't see rows of corn
flashing past my window
or the children
or the trees
or the stuff in the shop window

But when I close my eyes
and try not to think
I see splashes of color
and flashes of memories
Long since past
And that's when I realize
My eyes aren't the only way to see.

Alas, the sight becomes clearer,
Timothy N. Stacey
May 24, 2010

As the moon shines I see nothing,
No lights, no people, only darkness.
I wonder if I have become blind,
With eyes wide I stare.
I wish for light, but receive only shadows,
They tower over me and I fear,
Why has this happened? Is this a dream?
Nothing has ever terrified me more.

Through quaint eyes appears a figure,
Have I awoken? Or is this still a dream?
I become frigid, stiffened with distress.

Alas, the sight becomes clearer,
Wider still my eyes unseal,
It is magnificent, beautiful, and breath-taking.
The sight is you.

Timothy N. Stacey (Oct 09)
Skye Applebome
Skye Applebome
Apr 5, 2013

It's difficult to see through tears.
I would know.

Sage King
Sage King
Oct 28, 2011

I remember
When You were You.
Well, it goes to say that you are still you
But you are no longer You.
Unless you is in reality You
And You was actually you.
And I was blind.

sensing that his sight had been restored,
Meagan Moore

In this way the dross is removed
No one knows yet exactly what they are
This does not mean
that certain human kinds are real
while others are not.
The world I am talking about
has been created
to reflect
each person’s deepest image
of themselves.

One spring morning three years ago,
sensing that his sight had been restored,
he emerged into the light of day.

Unseemly are the open eyes
  That watch the midnight sheep,
That look upon the secret skies
  Nor close, abashed, in sleep;

That see the dawn drag in, unbidden,
  To birth another day--
Oh, better far their gaze were hidden
  Below the decent clay.

still allowing me plenty of sight
HR Beresford
HR Beresford
Apr 4, 2011

my eyes close
and I see a spectrum of forgotten things,
my subconscious unfocused,
so as to not remind me of things I told myself not to remember.
my eyes open
and my pupils shrink from the light
still allowing me plenty of sight
pulling with them everything I told myself I would not forget

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