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Blind Aesthetic Oct 2015
Seeing things out of focus
Distorted views
Shadows on shadows
On walls that don't exist
Outside
The confines of the mind.
Tunnel vision
Through open fields
Blind to the wonders
That surround ones self
Happiness is
You're only lost
If others pave your road for you
Sounds of life
The echoes of death
Collections of thoughts
Meanings morphing
Changing
Losing and growing
Through individuals
Molding and defining
Based on the past
Events those of which
Are not shared
Where does the shallow end
How far do we go
Before something
Becomes more than skin deep
Walking backwards
Eyes closed
Turning around
Only to see
If the destination
Has been reached
Not knowing
What
The destination is
Scenic routes
No entry point
Mental landscapes
Lost in a shroud
Of doubt
Scent of rain with clear
skies
Life
Incomplete works of art
Eyes closed
Mind open for business
Musings
A collection of lost puzzle pieces
Dillusional
Abstract
Shapeless
Incoherent prose
The glass is either half empty
Or half full
Depending on the contents
Striving for more
Is the nature of everything.
Stagnant pools of empty thoughts
Time wasted
Following refractions of light
The abscence of light
Seeing only what others want
The future
Holds
What I chose to hand it
Blind Aesthetic Jan 2015
They say love is ever lasting.
That it sweeps you off your feet.
That it gives you butterflies
And it makes it hard to sleep.

They say love is a drug.
That it's addicting when it hits.
That it makes it hard to be without.
That you'll never truly quit.

I find that to be quite the opposite;
Except the part about the drug.
I only say this because...
Because i have been in love.

Love is a fairy tale with its ending still intact.
Not the happy every after,
But the part that's after that.

It's the part with all the problems.
With the lying and forgetting.
With the last minute birthday gifts.
With the arguing and yelling.

It's the part with the silent treatment.
And with sleeping separated.
And the texts that went unanswered.
And questioning if the spark has truly faded.

No, love isn't everlasting,
But it's a feeling you remember.
And even if the love dies down,
It never dies out but becomes an ember.
Well, you know.
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2017
"I think I still love you"
Said the branded to the brander
But it was a burning pain
Not a burning passion
That they felt
After their first love
Left their mark
And went away
Blind Aesthetic Aug 2018
Every late night dreary
As I post, weak and weary
Many a memes of dogs and more
"I should go to sleep" I say
"it's ******* four"
A spoof on The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Blind Aesthetic Apr 2018
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Take your phone and let it go
If it rings you just say no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Technology phones nursery rhyme life future
Blind Aesthetic Nov 2015
We live to die
And die for
What is worth
Living for
Blind Aesthetic Jan 2015
You would think that judging by my demeanor that life was fit, a bit pop, bubbly, all is good, feel good, real good, rainbow, gum drop, sunny side up, clouds never here, lets sit down and enjoy the never fading sunset, cheers.

But no, that's not really me, see, I struggle just like we all do. I fight just like we all do. I cry, I bleed and I try just like we all do. I travel down the beaten path often with the same people who assume I segway my way through life. No, I wish but i don't. I trip some times like you don't. I've been hung up to dry. I've let me tears fly. I've screamed at the top of my lungs **** LIFE like the rest do. Off the top of these concrete mountains but I'm careful not to fall off like some do. I've walked with a limp, asked for change for a change while I wait for my check just like some do. I look happy not because I want to hide, to put up a front and sell my good pickings. I have no shame in who I am and how I came about. I have no shame in the ladder I'm climbing or the shoes that I wear though when it comes to the latter it's not really a choice, I swear. I'm not a liar or a fake what you see is what you get.

I'm up front and what I said is what I meant, I'm up front. I dwell but I don't set up camp that's why im happy. I dislike but I don't hate that's why I'm happy. I sulk but I keep my back straight that's why I'm happy. I examine but I put the magnifying glass away that's why I'm happy. I'm happy but I'm not ignorant I know my place. I'm happy because life is amazing just look around. I'm happy because of the things we have. Check out this site, look what I found. You don't have to go far to find something amazing in this world. Just open your eyes. This is why I'm happy.
This is a slam poem I wrote. I'll get around to recording it one of these days.
Blind Aesthetic Aug 2018
In the microwave or oven roasted
A simple snack to have or full blown meal
Eat them at home or where wine is toasted
After a bag, hunger you will not feel
A calzone and ravioli it's not
Packed with flavour, pepperoni and cheese
A roll as delicious as it is hot
An oral ****** each bite'l release
Totinos Pizza Rolls, the perfect snack
Ev'ry piece what a wonderful delight
It's like Christmas when you get a new pack
I'm telling you boy, they are out of sight!
If there is one thing that I regret
It's knock off Totinos, never forget
I was bored and wanted to write a sonnet. My friend suggested I write about totino's pizza rolls
Blind Aesthetic May 2015
They got us with the candy house
and now we're in the melting ***.
Too busy chasing dreams to scream.
The Witches Brew,
made of America,
sold to those who don't have squat.
Blind Aesthetic Apr 2015
Untie the knot in my throat
So that I can try to speak
Let the air flow to my lungs
So that I can remember to breathe
If I look away in disgust
It’s from the tears that want to run
Don’t mind my smile
It’s the only wall I have
a response to a panel about domestic violence
Blind Aesthetic Aug 2015
If you're left with no point of reference
For the life you wish to live
Then leave the restless heart to barter
For the love you refuse to give
Blind Aesthetic Aug 2015
It's hard to stand on moral ground
When it's crumbling beneath you
Pushing up dust
Making it hard to see.
Blind Aesthetic Apr 2018
I want to be taken serious.
Is it a crime for me to want mine?
To be a star, to shine
Both in and outside?
Do you mind if I share my mind?

If I were to tell a lie
I'd say I don't care
That you're insane
To think that I should
Or that I would care.
But I do and I joke about it.
Because you can't pass judgement
If you laugh about it
And you can't see me struggle
With your hands wiping tears
From your face because
Man was that joke good.
But for me it's like
I'm crying through you.
Converting pain into pleasure
Converting sadness to happiness
Converting desperation to hope
Converting who I am to who you see me as.

I want to be taken seriously
I want to be me.
Life people sadness depression jokes coping venting
We
Blind Aesthetic Feb 2015
We
We lay parallel to each other
never touching,
never seeing,
never living with one another
but still lay within a close enough proximity
that a false sense of togetherness
and companionship is formed.
These bonds that are created
form the safety net
that we all come to know
though we unknowingly ignore it
and often substitute it for a harness
that is anchored to the very thing
it's supposed to protect.
Woe is us,
let us watch the waves break
on the shores of the future that we built
washing away what we let it
and rebuilding what we feel is worth keeping.
Blind Aesthetic Dec 2015
I fear for my life
because my life
won't fear for itself.
You fear for your life
because your life
can't fend for itself.
Blind Aesthetic Oct 2015
My parents told me I was dead to them
When I came out as gay at 16
They died three years later
I tried but couldn't be sad because
How can I mourn the death of those
Who didn't mourn the death of me
Blind Aesthetic Aug 2016
Sunken eyes filled with tears
Turned into wishing wells
Place a coin in each
And wish for my safe travels
On my voyage down
The river Styx
Blind Aesthetic Mar 2017
A day is a day until day becomes dusk
Then dusk becomes night
And night becomes night
And night becomes night
And night becomes night
Then night turns to dawn
And with the sun comes the dark
And the dark takes the life
And the life becomes light
As it fades with the memories
Of those who were lost
As the days turn to days
Wrote a poem for a writing prompt on Reddit. The prompt was 24 hours before a person dies a glowing symbol appears above the persons head.
You
Blind Aesthetic Oct 2015
You
You remind me
                         of water
                                           The way you fill
                    my



                                  Everything

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