As a child looks at a small bug with a magnifying glass,
Kelsie Cameron
Jan 25, 2011

Who is watching us?
How far does the chain go?
As we look at bacteria with a microscope,
As a child looks at a small bug with a magnifying glass,
Who is watching us?
Are we the bugs under the magnifying glass to others?
Sometimes I wonder
If such a thing is a possibility.
Will anyone ever know for sure?
Do the bugs under the magnifying glass or the bacteria under the microscope know we are watching them?
Or do they go on with there lives unknowing of our presence?
Are we as unknowing as them?
I wonder,
Who is really at the end of the magnifying glass?

I wrote this a while ago. I edited it to my taste, but most of it is unchanged.
Gabriel
Gabriel
Sep 3

Underneath the microscope are all the fissures, cracks, and faults.
Trying to find the density of what things matter to us most.
Yet not all aspects have a visible measured weight.
Some may never tip a scale while others make our whole world shake.
We cannot change the way the seconds beat the clock.
Nor can we know the length of a road our feet have never walked.
Stumbling over mental cracks that turn to fissures facing faults.
Are we at the edge, or already falling as we try to magnify what matters to us.

I am not examining your flaws
Nor restraining you with obstruction of laws
But you seem to believe you've broken something
Becoming troubled and overcome

I hold no Gavel
Not even an ill thought
Time is forever changing
Our rights and our wrongs
You have not been sentenced
Nor are you judged

I only require patience
and a natural flow of occurrence
Stop fighting the current and let go
The sands may shift
but that's something we cant control

Jay Ash
Jay Ash
Aug 26

A gift from granny,
but running down the corridor at school, you fell
you shattered
harmless pieces of glass

but sharp
oh so sharp

and so six years ago,
with a small cut on the hand

you started a habit
that i'd never break.

I have lost something
sacred.

It is still alive out there,
in the infinity
of objects untenable
and unforgettable.

I thought
I heard it call my name
last night
as my eyelids finally found each other.

This absence knows me too well.

It won't let me
take my mind
off my mind.

If I could only measure
like my strength, then
I would know who
I really am;
and, I suppose, sleep
even less.

Alas, I've found
that
I can't wander
as easily as my mind.

I wish to float
away
from gravity
and other discussions just as grave.

How can I
keep my enemies
closer
than this?

A book once said
that
self-reproach is a
dangerous
thing.

I never read that book,
but
it surely read
me.

My grandpa mapped his life with this magnifying glass
Olga Valerevna
Olga Valerevna
Aug 24, 2012

Lately when I wander I step on shards of glass
I don't know where they came from or how long this will last
I take them out in pieces and place them in a jar
A puzzle to be figured out once I'm up to par


Meanwhile in my pocket rests a blackened frame
A trinket with a handle that's making me feel sane
I grip it with my fingers and hold it in my palm
And give these eyes a cover with my own salty balm


A gift I once received so I could go explore
It took away my fear to walk through any door
By it I saw clearly, my vision was repaired
Until I dropped it on the ground and thus became impaired

...

He tells me to walk backwards and trust my every step
My memory will guide me as long as I will let
Now I don't mind the piercings from the shards I pass
My grandpa mapped his life with this magnifying glass

Among the many things my grandfather keeps in his nightstand drawer, you'll be sure to find a magnifying glass (or several). This is so telling of his curious personality, one that I feel I've inherited from him.
Sleepy Sigh
May 25, 2011

Let’s not go chasing ants today.
The grass is gone
And dirt won’t burn anyway.
Why not get to work with me
And let your memory go out to the yard to play?

Let’s stay away from the familiar doors
And antique halls
Whose windows open only to walls, anyway.
Let’s ditch the dollhouse unopened,
Still in the box.
You and I have business in the life-sized world.

Bin the old plastic flags,
Still furled in bags, let them go to the ground
In triangles over G.I. Joe caskets.
Stuff your red lunchbox with as many
Kens and Barbies as you can
And let’s bury them in someone else’s playpen.

We should burn that old forest down
Where we used to do magic,
So no one can cut down the trees
And make planks or papers -
Because it would be a bitch to find them,
(Not to mention climb them) but
I suppose you can’t go torching forests.

Still,
Chuck that cigarette in the bushes.
Maybe something will catch.

magnifying her Beauty
Joan Karcher
Joan Karcher
Jul 14, 2012

Surprise shadowing
   the Sun's unknowing
pain; Capturing wonderment
    indicates reassurance

                                                    ­              
                                                                ­     The unknowable Star
                                                            ­            kissing the Earth
                                                           ­          birthing her descendants,
                                                    ­                     singing longingly;
                                                      ­                magnifying her Beauty


                                        
                     ­                                                                 ­                                        Alas,
                                                                ­                                                                 ­     Obliterating affliction
                                                      ­                                                                 ­    Prohibiting pain
                                                            ­                                                                 ­       with maniacal ciphering
                                                                ­                                                          of experimental earnestness

I had fun creating these poems using the X-O-Skeleton on http://www.oneletterwords.com/weblog/?c=TicTacToe =)
when studied with a SONIC magnifying glass.
Arturo Fuente
Arturo Fuente
Aug 26, 2013

guild monsters
thrown cloud mailbags
from their uplifted
braincells spooning
plates of spaghetti.

the sign on this brown vine
corrupts the mind
when studied with a SONIC magnifying glass.

Like an ant under a magnifying glass
Ironatmosphere
Ironatmosphere
May 7, 2013

He walked in with a bounce in his step
Miniature trampolines strapped to his shoes
Unaware
Of the fact that
His presence hurt
Like an ant under a magnifying glass
On a really sunny summer day

 
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