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Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
Ego
You stand proud with your inflated ego
Looking over everyone as if you stand for something
I pull the plug and smile
As I watch your flailing arms flop to the ground
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
When an angel gets their wings
A flightless bird is born.
It's when I think of these things
That my belief in god is torn.
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
I met Grant when I was 13 years old
He’s never sure of himself or of the things he does
I avoid him when I can, but I don’t have it in me to say goodbye

James is a liar, but you wouldn’t expect it of him
It’s hard to say when we met
when I ask it’s always a different date

Grace is one of my best friends. She’s impulsive
Always doing things on a whim without thinking of the consequences
I met her after breaking up with a girlfriend four years ago

Steven is lazy and just doesn’t seem to care
People say he has a lot of potential if he put effort into what he does
I don’t think he believes it though
I’ve known Steven all my life

Rachel comes and goes
She’s very detached from the world and doesn’t like being around people
She always has a meticulously painted smile on her face to avoid questions
I got to know her three years ago, but I think I met her before then

Malcolm is James’ brother I’m pretty sure
He’s cocky, abrasive and passive aggressive, but I think it’s just an act
I met Malcolm shortly after graduating high school


Stephanie doesn’t know how to keep in touch
She is always forgetting to keep contact with the people she cares
She doesn’t mean to, it just happens. She’s good friends with Rachel
I’ve known her since I was young, seems like forever

These are my friends and I’m sure you’ve met them before
If not personally maybe through other friends or by different names
Each one is a link in a chain that grounds me
Everyone has devils that they face but after so long eventually they become friends.

This is a response to another poem for my creative writing class.
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
what is beauty if not the setting sun?
Or the blooming of flowers in the spring?
What of waves dancing across the ocean?
Or of the songs that all mockingbirds sing?
Are people capable of acts divine?
Capable of beauty replication?
Or in the eyes of Gods are we but swine?
We were not destined for such creation
But, it's your hand that paints the setting sky
You're the warmth that lets plants flourish once more
Your heart is the beat that all things go by
The conductor of its musical score
You are life and all that there is to see
All that is known and lies in mystery
Hi Mrs Dowd it's Carlos from your creative writing class. Adding this here just in case you come across this in a google search.
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
The dark circles under my eyes
Are like the rings inside of trees.
They count the days since
I last had a good nights sleep.

The darker the circles
The deeper the thoughts.
The circles overlap resembling
Layers of melted candle wax.

Maybe I should stop watching.
My piece of mind burns.
Sparked by fear,
Fanned by the unknown,

This fire still burns.
As I stare out the window
Watching; night fades to day
And day fades to night.

I add
another circle.
With hope that
there'll be no
more.
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
I was too far from where the storm’d take hold
To smell the rain before the pour and before the cold
A wind carried on the lips of a widowed wife
Smelled of rain and loss of life
With a sense of foreboding, I asked the question
Tears formed before she made mention
Immediately a storm so ferocious
Took hold and I stood there motionless
How could a star that burns so bright be self-extinguished?
How could one’s own value of life be so diminished?
Nights are darker and emotions are worn
Your life forever I will mourn
Blind Aesthetic Jan 2015
Dandelion seeds
Carried by winds to new lands
A new place called home
A haiku I wrote for my creative writing poetry class.
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