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Follow the Braille
IG: @faithovrdiamonds
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
This time I am going to do things differently
I'm so scared we're destined to fail
Was in a state of blind hope before
Blinded but I learned to read braille
All this feels vaguely familiar
It's only a matter of time
I'll find out you haven't changed
Not ready to accept the signs
I wish I decided with my brain
I'm in a battle with my heart
One pulls your direction
The other
Drags away cause we're better apart
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
He was blind,
but when he read the braille
of her shaven stubble it said
one thing..
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*****
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
*
*
~ ⚈♡⚈ ~
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You don't need sight to see my soul,
my love
Stroke and trace your fingers on my
skin and feel
Underneath the anticipation
of our very first night, my
dress becomes a silken
stream around my feet
I want you to touch me...
Truly touch me...
Trace over my temple and feel
the hearth of my heart; the
flames burn hot and true
for you
Stroke the pillars and feel
the cracks; like you, the
edges of my soul
are marred
Close your eyes and feel the
sun's kisses and the shadowed
whispers; my most precious
of dreams and darkest of fears
Fingers thread together,
through my hair,
foreheads kiss
lips reddens
tongues strokes
skin enkindles
goosebumps rise
See and smell my
roses,and taste the
salt of my rain
See my heart,
how crudely it's stitched
and salve my pain with
your love and truth
My body is your breath...
I am your braille
and yours alone...
During this night,
the first of many,
let us join together
and give birth to
purest love...
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~ ⚈♡⚈ ~
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
Beauty is braille
written in the fingertips.
Never reading a word upon you,
as my palms were pages.
And you were every word on them.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
if i
embrace you
hard enough,
will it numb
the knives
you stabbed
on my back?
will the blood
quietly seep
—run down my legs,
and create
a puddle covering
our tired feet
from dragging each other
up until this point?
will my arms
slowly give
and let you go;
leaving marks of my grasp
on my skin like red vines all over it?
will my face,
my tears,
my lips,
leave an impression
on your chest
creating a braille
only your blind heart
could understand?
will my embrace
be enough
for you to stay?
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
Our book of love is written in braille
I can read into our love story
But I am too scared to open my eyes to see it
Because one can daydream a story up in a minute
But we never want to face and see the reality of what it will be
We all want to look into that persons best attributes
But looks can be deceiving
So go with what you know
And stick to the story that is slowing being written
Because skipping a chapter will only leave the reader lost
And once lost it will be hard to be found again
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
I am a comprehensive manual,
But I'm written in braille.
They open me and soon realize
that they don't really care.
I cannot speak their language,
Communicate my thought
So every day that passes,
they just watch me fall apart.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
26 | 31 Poems for August 2017
These pictures sharpen the edges of blunt memories.
All I ever wanted was for you to feel my words like Braille.
But somehow you were blinded by the sight of someone else’s love.
All I ever wanted was to be the poem written on the pages of your soul.
I constantly keep reminiscing about the days when I used to feel whole.
Whenever I’m feeling low, I get high off the thought of blunt memories.
I need love and freedom – I need to let you and all our memories go.
Our love is as deep as the ocean but I can no longer go with the flow.
I may never find a reality worth dreaming about if my heart is filled with doubt.
All I have left are these pictures of you that slowly sharpen the edges of our blunt memories.
If your blunt ever lasts longer than our conversations then I hope you’ll get high off the thought of you and me.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
I can read your skin
Like a map in the dark.
And every pore,
Begging for more,
Rises to meet my lips.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
You run your fingers
down the sulci of my brain
and read my all
like I'm written in braille
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
The poison is in all of us:
Half-smoked cigarettes lay on the side of grainy gravel paths,
crinkly Dollarama bags and glass beer bottles.
We relax on trees
leaning
backs against the braille texture of bark
that tries to speak to us in a language we don’t understand.
We lean back and raise our faces
towards the sunlight dancing between
the leaves of the canopy,
listening to the tires
whizzing against concrete,
but think it similar to the smacking of waves against stones;
lean back and savour the syrupy smell of maple trees
against our tongues,
thinking to ourselves
how grateful we are for nature
as we sit in a paradise of tall trees
their branches intertwined in a space
smaller than bathroom stalls;
lean back and breathe in exhaust
and cigarette smoke masked
behind a layer of sweet antiperspirants
and coconut-scented shampoos
as the wind whips hair against your face.
We take peaceful naps against the undeciphered braille,
but the poison is in all of us
and one day this paradise will become
nothing.
A bed of dirt
blanketed by prickly store-bought
strips of grass.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
Braille understood
The power of words -
The duality,
The irony
That all can feel
When words are raised,
To we, the blind,
Through poetry.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Blood washed away
Skin all healed
My puckered flesh
Like twisted kisses
These scars
Across my body
Like braille
For the broken hearted
Fingertips
Grazing my legs
As if reading the cause
For my pain
There's no need to speak
For words
Are not needed
To tell my story
-ARI
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
A bump like braille
forming on i
slip your finger
along my thigh
to feel the words
to read my mind
calculate me
i wish you knew
all of my thoughts
consist of you
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
You say Hey
to see if I’ll say Hey back.
You take great meaning
out of it, I do it out of
common courtesy.
You ask me how I am,
not because you care,
because you want me
to care about you.
Laying your burdens
on me, because I clearly
look strong enough
to hold them.
You’ve filled every
line on my hand, and
now I really wouldn’t
have room to hold
anything because your
hand is always there.
You kiss me
just to see if I’ll
kiss you back.
You test boundaries,
you lay more than just
your words onto me,
that I try to make
into a crossword puzzle.
You plant your hand
on my thigh, my stomach,
trying to link the
the points of my body.
But I’m not made out of paper.
I am not written in Braille,
you don’t have to touch me
to know my story.
You were trying to
cover my skin with
memories of you,
and that’s why
I cover them up.
When will you learn
the point of loving
isn’t to be loved back?
I’m done trying to teach you,
you’re not my problem
to solve anymore.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
And who am I to think I should be loved
[When I’m not even sure what it means
Being me
Anymore]
So I’m tucking away the parts of me
[The Kate Lyn you know and love]
That shouldn't exist That love you
[You won’t have that frustrating child at your feet
Tugging on your shirt for reassurance
Anymore]
I’m closing off the eyes I only had for you
[Forever]
And
[In the meantime]
I’ll learn Braille
[So when you’re ready]
I will trace your spine with my fingertips
To see the name you’ve made for yourself
[Maybe you’ll even let me read your lips
With my own
But I get too far ahead of myself
By wishing that
Don’t I, Love?]
And who am I to think I should be loved
[For all that I am]
When I don’t even know what makes up all that I am
[I have yet to discover my favorite flavor of ice cream
And every stable person ought to know something like that,
I think,
Just in case.]
Who am I to think that you would love me
[I suppose that you did press your lips to my pages
Leaving kisses in the footnotes of my story
Burning away the definition of ‘just friends’]
There are four holes in my story now
[I counted]
When I tell people what happened to us
But love is more than that
[I think
That’s what I would like to learn
At least
By tucking myself away into an envelope for a while
Or perhaps into a bottle
I'd look prettier then
Knees against my chest
Watching my breath fog the glass
Taking my finger to draw hearts in the condensation
Letting it dry
Just to trace it again
Until you choose to see it
Getting drunk off my own message]
There’s more to me than the parts that love you
[I hope]
So I’m tucking myself away
Like I’ve said
[But hopefully not all of me
Because that would mean I can’t find any part of me
That cannot live without you]
Until I know the meaning of me
Until I can say I’ve left my hand on a stove for too long
[Experimenting with other love
Getting truly burned by a person that isn’t you]
I will not let my pencil be my driftwood anymore
[In this tempest we ignore]
I will wash myself up onto white beaches
Exploring the farthest reaches of my mind
[To fill those empty places I never take time to think about
With useful things
Like white roses and garden gnomes
Every yard ought to have those,
I think,
Just in case]
I’m going to stretch myself
[Until I’m thin enough to spread across a page
To be read like a book
Full of poetry that isn’t about you]
I hope you know how much it will hurt to do something like that
To let myself be put on display
[In some foreign library in a distant country]
To be looked through and seen
By eyes that aren’t yours
Because you’ll be somewhere else
[Doing useful things
Like matching socks
Or playing cards
Something like that]
I’m going to live without you
[For a while,
My love]
All those places that I’ve been wanting to see
I’ll see alone
First
[I feel that every person ought to be alone
At least for a little while
At some point
Before they can truly be happy with another]
And if you ever care to find me
[You know where]
Open me up on your card-playing table
[And if I've got white roses resting in my hair
And burns on the palms of my hands]
It will mean
[That I’ve seen all I need
And learned Braille enough]
It will mean
That I have learned what it
[Truly]
Means
To live
[Without you]
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
I want to read you
Like the fine print
In the Terms and Conditions
Written in Braille
So I can feel
Every word written
On your heart
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Its in your eyes,
Why so mercenary?
I see your mind,
And become the necessary,
Who am I?
What's my worth?
These questions I find
From birth I've been walking blind
Who were you?
When I fell behind
I keep moving forward
Try not to press rewind
One day in time,
I will find a light of mine
One night I promise,
You will see me shine.
But who am I?
And who are you?
Who are we?
Answers, I need a sign
Baby steps,
But don't get left behind
Take a right
Don't step on my porcupine
Am climbing up,
These steps so hollow,
Am climbing up,
But who's footprints do I follow?
Where does it start?
How does it end?
Tell me reverend
What happens when a demon becomes your friend?
Do you... Do you... Do you... Do you... See me? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Am at a beach,
Tasting the salty breeze so sweet,
Am at a beach
Feeling the sand burn under my feet,
I hear her voice, something charming in her voice
I see her poise, something beautiful in her poise
So am following her like she is the pied piper and everything else is noise
Am swimming after her,
She seems so alluring,
Am swimming out to sea,
destiny must be calling,
My heart is pumping,
Am breathlessly hulling,
can't stop now,
My mystery prize is stalling.
Am sinking deep
Fading into the blue,
Am sinking deep,
And can't seem to find a clue,
My lungs are full,
And my mind is walling
I find myself wonder
Will I be saved?
Can my sins be waived?
can I cheat the book of life on the very last page
After all, I never had a chance from my conception stage.
Someone drop a key for me so I can get out of this cage.
Do you... Do you... Do you... Do you... See me? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Who do I love?
Who can I trust?
Good Friends are loyal
But Family are blood,
But are family still blood?
if your DNA is mixed with hatred and unjustified love?
My love is selfish,
My love is grown,
Truthfully speaking,
Sometimes I just want to be alone,
this life of mine,
I walk on cold stones,
Just me, myself and I.
But you could be my co pilot
if you fit the role.
But I can't read you,
my vision is faded.
I can't feel you,
So I search for the dots on your pages,
Mirrors for the blind?
That won't help me deal with changes
Show me something deeper in your mind,
and I will free you from your chains and cages
Knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss
what a strange contradiction not to be missed
we only get one shot,
no second chances,
So am living it good,
like the blind man who finally understood.
Do you... Do you... Do you... Do you... See me? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
I want to see you,
But they say love is blind
So I'll have to rely on my other senses.
Heightened because of your absence.
I want to read you
But my only option is braille
So I'll, use my finger tips to trace every detail,
Of your embossed paper mind where your essence is printed.
I want to hold you,
Clutch, onto your heart like a white cane ,
Show you that nothing will ever be the same,
Once you're leading me.
I want to you to know that I need you,
Why can you see that without you,
I'll be lost and blind,
Still searching for a love I'll never find.
© Deneka Thomas . All rights reserved
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
He was sent to Aldershot for training
He would learn how to **** or be killed
The training was all done with broomsticks
When he thought back it made his blood chill.
His unit was sent down to Portsmouth
To board a ship and go over there
It was packed to the gunwales with weapons
And the rations left no room to spare.
He practiced with his rifle on the journey
Like others who’d not held one before
He’d no sense of the horror he’d be facing
Nor the violence he’d always abhorred.
It was such a small piece of shrapnel
Caught both eyes as a shell case shattered
He never saw his two boys as they grew into men
Missing out on so much that had mattered.
His wife who he loved always helped him
And a life with new interests grew
He learnt how to read the braille papers
It pleased him he’d still know the news.
But the trauma from the experience scarred him
And ire with politics grew by the day
So he took to his new odd braille keyboard
And wrote articles and letters to complain.
He could sense the new way that the wind blew
In the corridors of power in the House
There was money to be made in new weapons
And politicians ignore those who grouse.
Then again two decades later it started
Another war that would mean more dead men
The obscenity rose like a bile in his throat
So once again he took to his ‘pen’.
©JRW2014
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC