#eyelashes
What is it about loose eyelashes
That prompts wofty wishes;
Are they heaven’s kisses
In disguise?
We all want to lift our eyes
Above the cloak of disguise
Even if it may compromise
The facade, and authenticity’s surprise.
This world is concrete;
In Western buildings and consumer-trodden streets,
In the here-and-now, we can flee
And dismiss lofty things as absolute.
But we are meaning-makers,
We are constant risk-takers.
We are pursuers for magic’s sake,
And may our quest we foolheartedly take.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
I'm kissing the shells
of her eyes, the little hairs --
prickle: be careful!
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 2:05 AM UTC
My dear, you sway with the nervous passion of a thousand
winds.
Tell my why you are so anxious, when you carry their wishes on
your eyelashes?
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:33 AM UTC
Tears sit on my eyelashes
Heavy breathing
and
Hearts beating
Fill my ears.
They're mine I think.
No one else is in here.
No one else realizes that I'm in bed
Sobbing into my pillow
Listening to sad songs.
No one cares.
Why would they?
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
My eyelashes are shooting stars,
least appreciated for their beauty.
Much trusted for their
'Wish fulfilment'.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Lone your stupor sits.
What reverie
you declare,
ambrosia never stang like this
since last the rain came stinging.
Ah but puddles my dear,
what fun!
I'll watch your splish splash
but let us not forget
the protection glass affords.
I fear large numbers.
I confess,
it's true.
It's not the hands per se,
rather the eyelashes
and how they remind me of teeth.
They chew me up
with a glance.
Still, what good
could one decimal eyelash hope for
faced with Napoleon's specters.
I'd wager on scarce.
Even so, eyelashes chewed through
my thatcher.
I'll have to buy
a new one.
One that isn't so fond of how the Swiss
process milk.
Not that it's desired
but it's still nice to have a tally
in the loner's column,
now and again.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
as i brush the mascara
on my eyelashes,
i notice the rain outside,
gently hitting my windows.
it’s a beautiful thing
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
flower petals
seem to travel
on the wings of birds
on the outstretched arms
of the wind
fluttering like eyelashes
like the rustling leaves
of dying trees
down to the ground
at your feet
if only
i could get to you
just a little faster
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
voices to me they cried
my tongues tied to an pole
vice like grips on my mind
hammer and nails
she is
an
viper
her venom
trying
doom
on
me
shaking here
these chains
tremble
hair
of
an
lions back
bear love me
she feels
from
hibernation
she caught me
dream walking
between
her
teeth
my
deaths
voices
to me
?
...
..
.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
And like someone took millions of years to create you;
Those eyes,
Hiding secrets somewhere under those eyelashes
and rest,
in a split of a second
spilling all the kindness left for the human kind.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
he does not know
how soft his lips are
how tender pressed against mine
how the corners of his eyes crinkle
when he shuts them to put his face onto mine
how my lipgloss leaves sparkles on his nose
how his eyelashes tickle my cheekbones
all these little things he does not know
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
If only I could tell you
how much the spiders
on my eyes appreciate you,
then the sentences that hang in the air
would be pinned to the ceiling
and the cigarette
would still be unlit
in the corner
by the lamp.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
eyelashes damp,
i listen to the music
and my thoughts
and the wonderful words you've sent
to me
to try and calm me
but all of it is so overwhelming
and tears rush down
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
Ah! how the memory of
those pretty green eyes
enlighten my senses
making them parallel to
round ***** of safety.
Ah! how those eyes
regurgitate and bounce
pupils widening whenever
my eyes meet their gaze
wavering and moving from
person to person in an intimate crowded group setting.
Ah! how those eyes
which resemble soft moss
or the slick flesh of kiwis
stare at mine catching like how
flypaper catches mosquitoes
accidentally but intentionally
awkwardly but inventively
and ultimately intentionally.
Ah! how the memory of
those pretty green eyes
throw me off balance
when they lock into mine
and for a good ten seconds
merging a little too long
unnoticed by the crowd.
Ah! how those eyes
are like ghosts in my
memories so valid and
plausible they seem to
drift yet knowing they
will be seen tonight
creates a fidgety hope
splintered and shaking
within this hubris heart.
Ah! how those eyes
are framed by the
curliest of lashes
so cute they bloom
ripe smiles within this
here empty chest cavity
which seems to be defeated
at the moment but somehow
waiting to witness
orbs of stegosaurus skin
shelled and shellacked and unbuckled am i
at just a smack.
Ah! how those eyes
are like a slap
to my psyche.
Every part a swirling mass
of unabridged uncertainty.
And no matter how it seems
those irises of gold and green
will always be downright dainty.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
always is there one stuck in my eye
distorting my vision
causing pain
requiring the time for removal
but by the time i've eradicated it
-it sometimes takes ages-
there's another to take its place
why is there an endless supply?
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
i see
eyelashes
that you
can't.
they lurk
in the corners
of my sleep
deprived eyes.
fuzzy blurs
that struggle to
pull my swollen
eyelids down.
they frame
the entire
periphery of
my world.
sometimes i pull
them out because
they won't stop
dragging me down.
i don't know
if your
eyelashes
look like mine.
but i have always
imagined
that we're
all the same.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
My top and bottom eyelashes
Get tangled up in a twist
When we kiss
You ring me out
Like a ***** rag
All my feelings gushing
Out
Into your drain of a mouth
You spin me around
Little tea-cup, equipped with a steering wheel
I want to throw up
You make me sick, nauseated
With this thing called puppy love
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
If your eyes could speak
The way you batted your eyelashes robs me of my insanity
I try to pull myself away from you
But your beauty just throws me intro frenzy
Darling, my curiosity is piqued
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
I've had grit in my eyes
for so long.
I've had sleep stuck in my
eyelashes for so long,
refusing to sink and rest.
This is the kind of grit that I cannot wipe away
not the kind of tired I can sleep away.
I've so tired for so long.
When will it go away?
It will go away, right?
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
I remember it all as The 1975 played
Eyes dancing in the smoke of your wilted cigarette
Tangled in the bed comforter
Our lips pressed together
Carving novels from the sweep of your eyelashes
Your hand on my leg sending lightning through my bloodstream
Kneading contained desire into new shapes
Though room was frigid
I could feel my cheeks getting crimson and heated
As we pressed closer
Skin to skin
Whispering unspoken truths through laced fingers
My lipstick wore off on your neck
Around the bruises I left
Time waving goodbye as the sun slowly rose
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
**Holding me with the color of her skirt**
*Catching me with nets of her eyelashes*
**The time now is ripe for my villainy**
*Yes I've long been to the kindergarten*
**It's now time for my evil wicked plans**
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
There are butterflies
painted on the ceiling,
and moths clinging to
the light fixtures.
I pluck out my eyelashes
and make the same wish
on each one.
She holds my hand
and kisses my lips
and leaves me
gasping for air,
and I wonder if she's
just as confused as I am.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC