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O’ eyes! You bore the echo of the Throne,
And gazed as if the stars were all your own.
Majestic eyes, whose silence made me whole —
You gazed, and in that gaze — you kissed my soul.
You Kissed My Soul 15/06/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Your face is a stone slate
I feel my heart begin to palpitate.
A swing of a fist,
the crashing of metal.

My eyes are black.
Not like the night sky, speckled with stars
or like obsidian.  Just black.
Just mine.

I try to follow yours
To track your mind,
but the clocks look wierd and time seems to bind.
A dream like trance you've locked me in blind.

The things you have done in your life.
You may have never noticed my strife
or affliction by caused by your carelessly swung hand.  
or maybe
you had me at your feet
and you never looked down to see

It pains me to not be understood
but I niether care for being percived.
And part of me must always grive
for the girl that could never be.
  
But please,
Don't look me in my eyes,
for you may see what you pretend doesn't exist.
f 2d
maybe sit with me for a while,
no need for a plan, or even a smile,
the world is used to waiting, just let it spin,
we'll exist together, only understanding for within,

you don't need to fake your brave,
or speak the words you always save,
some people are only aware of what they see,
not you, not me,

i've realised saying barely anything,
isn't the same as meaning nothing,
I've learnt the language of eyes,
because it's the soul that replies.
I have played this game before.
My accolades adorn the walls.
This pull-push dance is tiring.

This time,
when I see myself
being pulled into the whirlpool—
I let it.

Drown me, baby.
Show me how love works.

I’ll wait for the little things:
the stolen glances,
the awkward silence.

I hope you are the other end,
your arms stretched out.
I want to run to you
and tell our daughter:

This is what love is.

I will tell her—
someday, a man will come.
And when you set out
to write about sorrow,
you will smile,
thinking of his warmth.
These growing feelings were inexorable
As could be,
We were taken by surprise while
Our feet were soaking in the shallow tide.
We missed the sign of the creeping twilight, and
The span of the galaxy sprung on the horizon;
I swam with the innumerable stars ever more,
Engulfed in those boundless pools of obsidian eyes.
if black was romantic
My victories are none
In this looking glass of mine
Only these faults remain
To drown me in their endless eyes
"hier encore, j'avais vingt ans"
standing still in your kitchen with red walls
watching you make coffee in that small moka ***
while whispering the songs we danced to the night before
beneath that turkish lamp your mom bought a long time ago
and your lips met mine as charles aznavour sang along
tasting of the red wine we drank all night long

"mais j'ai perdu mon temps"
while waiting for something more
holding onto that empty mug in my hands
now cold as the kitchen floor we once danced
that one night in october many years ago
yet our silhouttes are still spinning around
as you hold someone else in your arms now

à présent, j'ai vingt-deux ans
standing far away from your kitchen with red walls
watching you make coffee in that same moka ***
while whispering how you never felt this way before
beneath that turkish lamp you lit up a long time ago
you take a sip from your cup as you look into her eyes
those big coffee-brown eyes, just like mine
Your eyes are a pretty green
I know you don't like looking into mine
I don't like looking into others
Your eyes make it easy
They don't cut into me
They aren't mad
They look sad mostly
Even when you smile
But they are the prettiest green I've ever seen
When I came over you and I didn't need to talk
We did, because that's how people should communicate
Not with faces
Or with hand holding
With eyes
Your eyes said everything
Have I mentioned? I love your eyes.
I'm glad you caught on to my hand so fast
No one else did it right
Only you.
I wish I could do the things you want together
Listen to you talk about your loves
I love hearing your interests.
I love you
And your pretty green eyes
That only I am able to notice
☀💜🌙
For my special someone
I'm glad you don't hate me
Sarah May 29
‘Freeze’ brought us to a stop
under a warm spotlight.
I turned to face my partner
and saw these hazel eyes.

Eyes that had felt distant,
dodging my very presence.
Uncertain, I looked at them -
prepared for rejection.

But they wrinkled at the corners
to match an unexpected smile.
Paired with a long sigh -
a ‘phew’ that filled the distance.
Melting away the tension
and inviting my heart to soften.

I found myself engulfed
in these hazel eyes.
Shielded by sharp lashes
as if to protect for a while.
A guard let down
allowed mine to drop into ease.
A wide smile emerged
and claimed my face.

It was pure magic,
to finally feel seen.
But magic is short-lived -
it was soon time to say goodbye.
I crinkled my eyelids,
pushing this moment to a hidden room.
A room only I could visit
when loneliness strikes.
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