Feeling inside like this
I am.
The sound could send waves
In new directions.  
Am i trying  to capture or let go?
They both make me feel
Crazy.
I can't do anything else
The roar is paralyzing me
Get me into the black hole already
I need the other side
Rage-light.
      You would be blind by now.
But i see too much
       Scratching out your eyes.
There is a misconception on my shelf
that appears when the shelves are overthrown with dust
dust drawn out by time, a misconception drawn out by lies
a misconception seen with half an eye
a single devil in disguise

Coming back when I least expect it
to take it's share from my mind
to unravel my life, to make me blind
and to forget everything i've done
to forget it all and to leave it behind

There will always be a misconception on my shelf
there with the single purpose
to erase and hide my true self
Isaac 5d
We often are blind
To the value of things
Given without a price.

People, poems
Oxygen, parents
Your body and
Wise advise.
Written 10 August 2018
She takes pride
In knowing
That her beauty
Is superior to That of others,
But,
To an aging gentleman,
The beauty of women
Is just a way to open up
A synaptic pathway
It isn't anything
To be coveted
He wants her
To share her soul with him,
But she can't share ANYTHING,
Because she has bought into
The Gospel of Capitalism
Nicky Aug 5
A fumbling brow, wondering how, I gave you so many chances
It's clear to me, my eyes now see, you just took total advantage
Rose tinted glasses have shattered, I never mattered, just a toy with whom you played
You twisted my mind, until I became blind, that's the only reason I stayed.
The wind rushes though my hair, 
Whistling it's shrillness in my ear.

The thunder gives a deafening boom,
Echoing inside my skull.

It never ends,
The crashing of water on rocks.

Like war soldiers in battle,
The waves cry out.

Desperately wanting to
Be rid of such pandemonium.

I'm unsure of the havoc it's caused,
With all the loudness it brings.

Everything is on hyperdrive,
My ears even more so.

Now the wind is coming much faster,
Causing me to loose all sense of direction.

The high pitch of an alarm is off in the distance,
Still trying to resonate above all the turmoil.

Suddenly, everything stops
And I'm left to wonder where it all went.

No nosie, no thrashing of the trees,
Complete silence - trance like even.

It's over. I'm free.
Such a light and stealthy feeling
It enters you by peeling
Through layers of your hardened skin
Then pushes past all beliefs you hold within
Before finally arriving at the porcelain cage
Which all free flowing blood call center stage
And having journeyed it settles down to rest
Yet when that person comes back around, it awakes feeling fresh
And slowly crushes everything inside your chest
Yesterday,
A blind lady was confused
And was walking into
East Colfax Avenue here in Denver.
She didn't know
Where the bus stop was.
So,
I walked with her a few blocks east
And escorted her and her dog
To the real bus stop.
Don't for a minute believe
That I was being
Generous,
Kind or compassionate.
I only helped her out of RECOGNITION
That we are all blind in our own way.
Most of us are Blinded
By Ignorance.
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
NAMANNAGARHERE LOVE FIRST TIME IN HER VILLAGE
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