Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2013 j
Traveler
HAZEL EYES
 May 2013 j
Traveler
Since the days of my youth
My magic prevailed
No smoke and mirrors
No fear of hell
This part of me has never died
Hidden behind Hazel Eyes

Beyond sight the description of soul
Blacker than black, lower than low
Ignorance to cover up my wise
Hidden behind Hazel Eyes

Love and hateful molecules compress
Chemical reaction under my breath
Angels and demons cling to my side
Hidden behind Hazel Eyes

The laughter of spirits ring in my ears
Invisible beings long to appear
October moons stand still in my skies
Reflected in Hazel Eyes...
Traveler Tim
For those of us cursed with hazel eyes...
Or blessed:)
re to 07-17
 May 2013 j
els
Too much.
Not enough.
Consistently criticized
for an over abundance, or, lack there of…
individuality.

"Pretty baby," they gush.
And you learn to lend out your trust,
but as the years pass, their words become yet another…
fallacy.

So you makeup your make up
because the lies that you're buying have got you tripped up.
You are caught up
trying to trash your…
individuality.

"Just follow these 10 steps! Easiest, by far!"
No.
What it actually reads is "How others perceive you more important than who you really are."
No.
By buying that, you are letting them rob you of your…
individuality.

Too much.
Not enough.
Consistently criticized
for an over abundance, or, lack there of…
individuality.
 May 2013 j
lydia
when you look like that
you cause even the calmest waves
to become a tsunami
enveloping this skeletal city
destroying the strongest walls
drowning me in your silence
only to resuscitate me
with lips pressed against mine briefly
transcending breath
and nerve endings.
 May 2013 j
Percy Bysshe Shelley
A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.

There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel’s sound.
 May 2013 j
Reylenin Esquivel
Was it hard to stay true to your own beliefs
The strange taste collected upon your lips
Don't let it take you like everything else you own
Slowly spark the candle wax around your residue
Feel it in your bones, you would die for less than this
Just dont give in before its over, dont give up before you win
Now don't go stealing thoughts that aren't yours
I believed you to be someone but you're just another follower
A real life twitter *****, I never been blindfolded for this long before
It won't happen again because I don't see anything in you anymore
Peaceful wasn't my intention, an intervention won't prevent it, resented since the lessons stretched within your own resented presence
A matter of time before you snapped, the clocks run out and overlapped, it's said and done, Im sick of waiting, sick of cages and your traps
And I can't find the meaning to your persistence
Used to be drained of my life in order to satisfy yours
Take back whats rightfully mine, take back what I work for
After all that, you've gained nothing from stealing from the poor
 May 2013 j
spysgrandson
“Jeopardy” replaced
by ominous clouds
on Doppler’s screen
rains came!
I went to watch Jeopardy and the station was running reports of local heavy storms and tornadoes instead--we are in drought
 May 2013 j
Susan O'Reilly
29th of February, that’s my birth date

Personally, I’ve always found it great

“Really, your born on a Leap Year”

Some people practically cheer

Instead of 43, I’m actually ten and 3 bits

People’s over-excitement at this can sometimes be the pits

I’m wondering when I’m at deaths door

Do you think they’ll multiply by four?
 May 2013 j
Tilly
Seeing her face reflected; Framed, by widening skies...
  Quietly, to the puddle below her,
she drips the ask of
"Why?"
OR...

When trying to clip a butterflies wings, sometimes,
those emerald scissors outshine;
Even her,
of loving heart & open... Mind!
Next page