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Lacey Clark Sep 5
There is a 12-year-old girl, peeking through binoculars across the water, who has discovered quite the peculiar woman - from her choice of spoons chose by weight to the scientific sorting of underwear, ranked by softness and saving the rejects for the end of the week.

Knowing of the intensity of the dark cloud she recently emerged from would have overwhelmed, perhaps crushed, that 12-year-old girl. Maybe it’s why she has a visible bond with the environment.

she's a somewhat skittish woman, seeking solace in the nooks and crannies, such as listening to recordings of the soothing hums of airplanes through her headphones while pacing through the grocery store.

Just as in her youth, she eats every bite slowly, taking hours to finish a bowl. She clings to her solitary adventures and guards the secrets of the woods,
much as you once did.
What perspective is this told from, anyways? Lost track..
dilshé Aug 2021
Art is one portal of a canvas

that grants man a chance to glimpse

through its window into another

reality, possibility, absurdity

forged by the creativity

of another human mind,

anothers blazing passion

or twisted interpretation of the world.
Flipping through nothing
But empty pages
Made me realise,
You see much further
With an open heart
And iridescent eyes.
Are you looking or seeing?
Bhakti Saravade May 2021
Don't know how big our life is,
Don't know how far our feelings stays,
Let me dip you in my love,
Let me show you my deepest secret,
Let me know the reasons behind all your moods,
Let me know you sometime,
Let me just enjoy the long rides with you,
Let me understand you,
Let me change your perspective, of that drawing you made in your heart,
Until we fall apart,
Just let me love you....
Love has no boundaries or limitation, love has to be selfless and free without any time obligations.
Spriha Kant Oct 2020
In a wordy battle with trivial dogmatic mentalities , I win by sandwiching my perspectives between my upper lip tubercle and lower lip tubercle.
Hammra Sistur Sep 2020
⠀⠀ my neighbor
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( ancient and
⠀⠀waters­ her
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀porch flowers
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀from an iron pail
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ n
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ t
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀­⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i observe
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀we share this moment
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀different perspectives
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ seeing the beginning
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⠀form
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⠀from the end
A Aug 2020
Caught her off guard in the car
I snapped a picture
She didnt notice
I laughed
Off into space she stared
Somewhere lost in her head
I think her mind is gone
She's in the zone
Her imagination is so fascinating
I couldn't even begin to fathom
What she might be thinking
She's friends with all her demons
Must be some dark angel
I'm watching her blank faced
No emotion
No expression
No vibe
Where's her energy at
I wonder if she knows I'm looking at her
So calm so content
With just complete silence
It doesn't even sound quiet
Shes off on another planet
When she gets back
I'll forget it ever happened
Some moments don't need pictures to be remembered
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