#lenses
Little Light Leaches past Lock tight Lids
Lampshades Laid over Living Lenses
Like pulled tight Laces Looped as Lattices
Letting Lingering Lies Loom
Late nights illuminated by Lunar Lampposts
Lighting a Landslide of Lopsided Lemons
Like those Littering Liberated Lands
Lacking any Lucid desire to Leave
Loose Lip type Lexicon Literates the Last Link Left
Leading to Literal Lemmings
A Legion of Like-minded Livestock
Leads to a Leap before you Look Livelihood
Lambasted but Lucrative
Due to Lavish Liberties that Life's were Laid down for
Lacerating all Links to Larger than Life Leaders
Becoming a Ludacris Laughingstock
Just Lowly Lackeys that got Lucky
Lambs in a Lions clothing Line
Ladened with Laminated Limitations
Rooting through and Looting the Leftovers
Lacking any Long-term Learned Lessons
I Lunge and Let go for the Last time
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Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 5:09 PM UTC
Fingers on the strings
Singing the songs of heaven
Flying between clouds with our wings
Amused at this holy creation
"If only it was real"
From an old brain
"Why, does it lack the feel?"
From a fresh brain
Internalization of concepts
Painting our life with your brush
The idea of fear or even dare and courage
The infiltration of the human touch
Through the lenses of a child once in a while
When all we knew was just dream
Never questioning the impossibilities
When all we knew was just jump and swim
Corruption of our mind
Living with all these lies
These human and his kind
Unfortunately, this is just life
But once in a while through the lenses of a child
When all we knew was just dream
Never questioning the impossibilities
We could just jump and swim
The restrictions
From age and from family
The limitations
From ourselves or some other entity
Through the lenses of a child
When thoughts were pure and untouched
When all we did was just dream
Let’s jump and live the life of impossible just for a moment
For every moment...
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
We picture ourselves through filters and lenses
Faking our lives under false pretenses
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
my camera hadn't moved
but the lenses did
just like my eyes hadn't shifted
but my mind would continue
to follow
my soul
as it flew
out the window
of the padded room
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Alien to the things I see,
I have no intention to glance,
Through their lenses,
Alternative perceptions cannot clout
What I wish to seek.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
My glasses have been dyed in the blood
of my best friend, so I can’t help
it if I see the world differently.
Yes, I know it’s naïve
to look for the good in all men,
but that was what he did.
He saw a beauty that existed in darkness,
and the potential for life in the dead,
so forgive me if I can’t help but see the same.
I’m trying to live my life by this new perspective
and I may make mistakes, but I’ll never apologize
for my change in view. I see love differently now.
I refuse to desecrate his death
by doing less than my best to see people as he saw them,
so I’ll keep looking through these blood stained lenses
because that’s the world I want to create.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
My heart is a machine
Broken gears and rusted
No longer ticking
It's cold metal and busted
I see the people
through slanted lenses
Cracked and diffused
Blank stare, no senses
Touch my drunk hands,
For feelings are sot
Grab and behold
Twisted up knot
I am not human,
my heart is not real
Get far away,
it's nothing to steal
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Maybe I see life through a teardrop-curve shaped lens
But at least I don't see life the way you do
You call it being a "realist"
You frown upon the "surrealists"
Well, if you only live
For what is tangible
You will never develop a true love
For this world
Because the most exquisite parts
Of this place we call the universe
Are intangible
You say
Anything you can't feel
Isn't real
All I know is
You and I
Define the word "feel"
Very differently
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
I used to look
At the world
With rose-tinted glasses.
To me,
Everything was beautiful
And innocent, pure
How could anything
Be evil?
But the same world
I admired
With eyes open wide
In awe
Was very cruel.
It splattered blood
And sprayed black paint
Onto my twisted lenses
And the beautiful
Sunset shade of pink
Was covered with
Such horror.
I never saw anything
The same way again.
But I still haven't lost hope.
I continue
Trying my best
To look out these tainted glasses
Hoping that maybe
I'll find someone
Who's willing
To clean the lenses.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC