#myopia
the voyage of innumerable miles
furnished strength, of a thousand sails
guiding each yonder the reach
off to a boundless expanse
of the new tomorrow
in countenance
with arms outstretched
to tolerate contentment
to acclimate to the average
and want for far less
smiling
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
The crunching sound of glass under the sole of my shoe.
The gentle bend as the metal frames twisted unrecognisably.
Fragments littering the cement around me.
For what purpose did I need them.
Walking away.
Dread and edrenaline mix together.
Jumping at my own shadow.
Yet no longer having to look at the world.
No longer having to see it.
But still stuck inside it.
Standing behind the retina.
Behind the same distorted lenses.
Shame.
Longing.
Blind.
Lost.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
In a land where convenience furthers
Not perseverance, and 'ignorance is bliss',
Is amiss, as it's far more than "Godliness",
It being, "All", and n'er is perceived,
The universe of a grain of sand, as it,
Like love, grasped, Just falls from their hand,
Even the hollow of belief
Is an unattainable goal,
For the path less traveled
Is more travailed, n'er sold.
In their opine,
Their best, "skol".
reality
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
My eyes can trace the next steps
carefully caress the footprints
As they're within several feet
and at the distance
My vision can't be beat.
But the steps seem to travel further
Wuthering winds blow dust over them
and my vision becomes blurry
I'll lose sight of them soon
If I don't hurry.
Myopia is so commonplace
Commenting on its existence
seems silly to me
But I'm a slave to my glasses
Without them, I can't really see.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
It is suffocating
to have to see the world through a glass
through a glass
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
She glories in how projected her butts are but forgets how minute her brain works.
The length of her fingers and nails gives her confidence but she doesn't see how short her life is.
She gallops from door to door wherever wealthy men dwell but never bothered to get the the key to the door leading to the life after here.
She pities the churchy lady for not catching fun, but deep down her, she has no joy herself.
The fragrance of her perfume still could not conceal the odour her character produces.
She is wise at getting all she can now but never thinks of securing the future after life here.
Her elegant physique and graceful skin is her choice asset.
Walking with straight neck and wobbling **** to lure her preys, she forgets the day she would need a walking stick.
She indeed is myopic in her thoughts.
She flouts the morals of her society just to please herself.
She constructs a world she can't sustain.
Like a missionary sepulchre, her outward beauty glows but within her are the wiles the wisest of men can't resist.
She trades her beauty for pennies.
She's a **********
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC