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eleanor prince Aug 2018
once more
layers of casing
are torn

papers culled
windows gleam
sheets smile

the cost is high
if not see
when to stop

can I find north
after all
I’d asked

so life’s paths
once veiled
in yesterday's grime

dispatched
to the winds
reveal

another vision
refreshing as
spring rain

seeking every fissure
quietly lodged boarders
not paying rent

evicted
as another corner
begs mastery

along with
a neater place
it dawns on me

atrophy
is the order
of things

vacate for a few
short paces
and face

it all again
wrenching me
from the lulling

status quo
of my stilted
blindness
sometimes when we ask for greater clarity in life, to be able to 'see' things at a more profound breadth and depth, a cleansing of sorts emerges on every level
Alex Zhang Aug 2018
My eyes are not furnaces,
melting realities into idyllic casts
disfigured until their original forms
are but ashen memories
upon the ****** anvil.

Nor are my eyes windows
Through which I gaze
And through which others gaze back
Pure transparency
And no deception

Or mirrors that reflect
Images mimicked
Upon an insincere facade
Merely a copy
Never as beautiful as the first

My eyes are not any of these
They are pools of water
In which I see both myself
And that which is beneath
The world below the surface

Everything I see is painted me
The shade that I have made
For myself and no one else
Ugly, beautiful, personal
To me and me alone
Covered in your expelling exposure
being to near you and not quite enough
Jet through the spaces in between
the whole of me.

I like to be wrapped into the center
of your kind
and if you would let me
I would become your spine

and then we could work
a 2 for 1 a life.

and then perhaps
not so much strife.....
but then again...
Lolita Aug 2018
I want to meet aliens,
I'm fed up seeing these humans.
It's always the same old story.
Whole day is spent in God's glory.

I don't have any interest in us.
Loving, hating and fighting, all fuss.
Space and time is what matters for me,
I don't believe in God, there's no God for me.

Now, people call me an atheist,
that's what I hear everytime.
But I know I'm just a scientist,
I believe in what I see, my opinions don't mime.

I can make an atom bomb
And blow off this whole city somehow.
Then I'll ask you people,
Where's your God now?

I'm a sceptical person, I agree.
But my vision is clear; my mind is free.
Call me whatever, I don't think about it twice.
I'm happy with who I am, being yourself feels pretty nice.
Exploring all kinds of perspectives.
Flying beneath the shadows in my mind, trying to catch a glimpse I hit rewind.

But every time I try to get ahead some fool steps in to paint my vision red and every time I try to do some good, the Beast escapes and chaos intrudes.

No brakes, can't stop... a mean old bull at heart.  No brakes can't stop once the fury starts.

The other guy is busting loose again run and hide cuz he's no one's friend.

Every time I try to get ahead some fool steps to make my eyes see red. Every time I try to do some good the Beast Escapes and chaos intrudes.

Flying beneath the shadows in rewind trying to catch a glimpse inside my mind.

Rising from these ashes I've called life.... Malignant thoughts subside no pain no strife.
My alter ego when I don't smoke enough herb.
uv Aug 2018
When i look across the horizon,
Through the beauty of the muddled illusion,
Even a puddle of water looks like the never ending ocean.
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