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ZT Dec 2015
Why can't you see
That by your side
There was always me
Poetic T Oct 2015
darkness conceals much
grace obscured in shade
glimpse unseen beauty
Gaye Sep 2015
Sand castles and the noise of the water hitting the rocks,
Shells and the sand grains that carols the summer dusk,
There was laughter and memories and the endless- restless sea
There was him walking on the coast with prayers on his lips.

He doesn't know who he is, he was in quest of peace
He had a scar which haunted him, but was lucky-
To dye it with music and holy rites and endless dreams
He’s the holder of the thread of his kites today and he’s flying.

You’ll not rot and rust and return back heaven like dust
You’ll sing the songs, long exiled master pieces of yours
You’ll heal insomniacs, meaningless souls and corrupts
You’ll be what you always wanted to be, a happy man.

You were a stranger yesterday and today a pal
Tomorrow you’ll be remembered for the footprints-
Melodies, conversations and your 200 year old piano
You’ll be missed someday, but today you’re my friend!
DM Aug 2015
I smiles a lots in my room
The reasons, of smiling
slowly fades the shades
opened, the doors of paradise

I might be insane
Truly I, still sane, but
Someones watching my back
I smiles for gratitude

You might not, seeing
Nor I'm not, seeing, but
Its prevailed besides me
24 hours 7 days of Years
Smile everyone.
Its a cure for crumbles heart.
Smiles brought in peace.
Never underestimates the power of smiles.
Cat Fiske May 2015
Everyone has those days,
Where they just can seem to pay attention,
Where all they want to do is look out the window.
For me, Its everyday,

Everyday since I could remember misspelling my name at the top of my paper,
That went on till I was in third grade,
Its funny how I can write it so simply now,
And how the spelling of my name,
Used to be the least of my worries.

I remember when I used to jump around all the time,
Not ever being able to calm down,
Now I have that restless leg syndrome,
Whenever I’m called on by a teacher,
My anxiety kicks in,
But I still have to sit there uncomfortably,
And answer their question,

Honestly, its not fair,
When people think its all an act,
I wish they would see how I struggled,
When I’m unable to ask for things I really need,
Because I’d rather take a zero then let someone make me feel,
Less then,

More than I already do,
When I am the awkward one,
with my “friends” in the conversations,
Not being socially acceptable,
Because sometimes I talk when I shouldn’t,
Or don’t always get everything,

But when teachers don’t even want to try,
And understand you,
And maybe help you when they're supposed to,

Why do they expect me to keep trying?
When I’d get the same results,
if I just gave up.

This is what happens when you have an unseen disability,
Because no one believes it's a really thing,
So everyone gives up,

Everyone thinks kids use it as an excuse to be lazy,
But anyone with it,
Know how hard it takes to work for something,
And then watch it mean nothing.
Link to video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0xqhZo1Xvw

this poem is the original narration for the video I made, I ended up not using the entire voice over, but it was in mind the entire time during editing and filming. it was written after I made a storyboard. I entered this in a film contest, it didn't get selected like one of my other ones. this is my favorite film though.
Friends, lovers, mothers, love;
the things i've never understood.

My life a pool of now murky water;
it's beauty i've never seen.

The fear of experiencing this pain;
a damp blocking out all's true and good.

I wallow in my endless fears,
terror and melancholy awaits in tomorrow.
She screamed her lover's name
begging Him to set her free,
Oh and Jesus took her home when He heard her call.
Smoke and fire
and ash and tears they disappeared for Joan.
The fire raged to find another living home.

It found it's home inside of me
Oh but the flames have learned  to not be seen
And I call His name to  rescue me
             but
                  He
                     doesn't hear me.

What if I 'd had a vision
Led an army off to war
Would you list to my cries then
Would you settle up the score?

See I'm just woman
Nothing beautiful to see
Jesus tell me what the difference is
between Joan of Arc
and
me.
I find and lose my faith over and over. She burned and fire consumed her, my fire is inside. It's taking my life slowly. Her last word was "Jesus" and he set her free. I cry out but he doesn't hear me, that's the difference.
Why are you depressed,
my friend?
Why won't you talk to me?
Why can't we go back to the old days
where we always answered?

Why won't you tell anyone,
my friend?
Why are you so down?
Why are you unseen?
Why can't we be closer again,
the way we used to be?
iamtheavatar Feb 2015
the unseen beauty
lies in the eyes of the blind
—though no sight at all

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
My first ever haiku!
Rockie Feb 2015
Am I invisible
Or simply not there?

Am I invisible
Or simply not seen?

Am I invisible
Or simply ignored?

Am I invisible
Or simply hated?

Am I invisible
Or simply
     not
             liked
                   at
                      all
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