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Laura Palmer Dec 2014
look into my eyes
and see the monster inside
Klara Nov 2014
You have to stop looking at me as if I am the only thing your eyes can look at and you'd go mad if you were to look somewhere else because when it comes down to it all you do is run away and leave me behind with my skin burned by your stare.
everything from my diary entries is originally written in Dutch not that it matters just throwing it out there :-)
Ezra Nov 2014
Sometimes I think
We speak different languages
Yours is so thick and harsh and punc-tu-a-ted,
And mine, mellow and soft and op-en-heart-ed.

When we walk around, people stare and glare,
Looking at some interracial couple
From the nineteen-twenties'

But you know what?

They're just freakin' tone-deaf;
Our harmonies are way too
Avant-garde
AMcQ Nov 2014
Sounds echo;
distant...
mundane...
My eyes are aware
but not looking.
No focus.
No sight.
I've stepped out
and no one even knows

I wonder where I went...
Jen Jo Sep 2014
Are you an overachiever?

They call us the cool kids.
But they look straight into our eyes with that stare.

That stare.
Smells like jealousy. But sympathy it is.
Please don't sympathize overachievers.
Frustrated Poet Sep 2014
Before I thought of doing it
My neck cradles itself sidewards
A strange glimpse
Stood out with radiance
And I knew it was different

I catch myself looking at you from afar
Your eyes meet mine
Is it just coincidence
Or an accident that happens too often?

Our glances hold messages
Of undefined feelings
Words become fathomless
For our eyes manifest.

Your eyes wandered through the crowd
And mine roamed around
We both know
This is just an excuse, a distraction
Not to seem obvious...
Until they locked
And I swear I won't let this moment pass

Oh, your eyes
Inviting me to see
Bidding me to come closer
Wanting to let me know you deeper.

I'd look at them all day of course;
Because of all the eyes staring
I only care for yours*.
Martin Feussner Aug 2014
You sit
You stare
You breathe
You wonder
You blink
You imagine
And then,
You realize...
Salomé Albrecht Aug 2014
"Amy's eyes are the color
of loneliness
If loneliness were a color"

So they said, but who were they anyway
to judge a girls face

I had thought until the very day
loneliness caught my eyes
and held my  stare

My heart sank and I was apprised
Of the loneliness trapped
in those young girls eyes
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