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I shut my eyes to see the universe In Technicolor, Only to desaturate it all with open lids – Blinking is such a tease. My head turns, My face trailing behind, As time ticks slowly past my still silhouette, Which blends into the dripping, grey sky As another shade of charcoal – Blurry and smudged around the edges Until I am limitless.   My skull refracts a rainbow, Tipped topside down By my pale, dark eyes All anyone else sees are the shadows Leftover by heavy wind.   I don’t live where I should.   My hyacinth heart grows in bone dust, Having my skin shift between violet and blue, A mottled peach – How silly everyone is With their dull minds Forcing their bright eyes To see in only lines.   I don’t mind being lost In fields of sprouting susurrations – An eyelash falling, A star dying, An egg hatching, multiplying, A spider crawling in an open mouth – I belong somewhere, Even if it’s never heard. I tried inviting someone once, To borrow my sight.   They threw up And told me I was blind.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Mind's Eye
I shut my eyes to see the universe In Technicolor, Only to desaturate it all with open lids – Blinking is such a tease. My head turns, My face trailing behind, As time ticks slowly past my still silhouette, Which blends into the dripping, grey sky As another shade of charcoal – Blurry and smudged around the edges Until I am limitless.   My skull refracts a rainbow, Tipped topside down By my pale, dark eyes All anyone else sees are the shadows Leftover by heavy wind.   I don’t live where I should.   My hyacinth heart grows in bone dust, Having my skin shift between violet and blue, A mottled peach – How silly everyone is With their dull minds Forcing their bright eyes To see in only lines.   I don’t mind being lost In fields of sprouting susurrations – An eyelash falling, A star dying, An egg hatching, multiplying, A spider crawling in an open mouth – I belong somewhere, Even if it’s never heard. I tried inviting someone once, To borrow my sight.   They threw up And told me I was blind.
This is about as close as I can get to explaining what's going on inside my head.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
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