#opaque
It is as if I were
Truly, marching, numb,
Blind despite standing
On a pillar above the sun,
Bathing in an ocean of
Clarity, clean, dumb
A kind of understanding
Or a stellar love, a unison
Dripping in slow-motion.
It is as if I were
Well fastened to a past
Faint, absent, steady,
Found elsewhere once more,
Begrudgingly opaque,
As sequestered and cast
Paint spent uneasily
Around canvases ashore,
Erosionally awake.
It is as if I were
On the verge now,
Ready to step onward,
Dare, envision, try,
If but for a moment
In an urge somehow
To unravel the skies afar
Care, abandon, fly,
And not ever lament:
It is as if I were.
Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 11:48 PM UTC
As one villanelle can make us awake;
Where thoughts may not at all be planted,
Because dreams are never opaque.
Life saves us with sudden break;
Having the gut to take new chance,
As one villanelle can make us awake
Not every core needs to break;
And we fight with our own realities,
Because dreams are never opaque.
Midnights tempt you to create mistake;
But some live daytime like lifetime,
As one villanelle can make us awake.
Each day passed has no retake;
Facile is to fantasize while sleeping,
Because dreams are never opaque.
For once let us all not fake;
Agonizing is what we must accept.
As one villanelle can make us awake,
Because dreams are never opaque.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
You are like the moon
Pure and opaque..
Can be described as nothing but a giant flake.
Desirable enough to cause many heartbreak.
You are a beautiful dream from which i never wanna wake...
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
I can see all things
You are transparent, O Lord
All things are opaque
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
there's always a way out
it might be vague at first
possibly opaque
but, at the end of the day
you will look back
at the dark tunnel behind
and you won't believe that you were there
once
...
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC
Know how it feels?
'tis impalpable, flows through I,
just like the clouds flow
thro' the blue sky.
Know how it seems?
'tis solid, visibly opaque,
just like the clouds above
in the blue sky's wake.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
Weak and sensitive and delicate and fragile.
I’m weak, the skimpy walls I’ve built around my mind
Are easily destroyed, never enough.
I’m sensitive, any little jolt or knock sending waves of
Hurt straight to my soul.
I’m delicate, a priceless China doll that can hardly be
Moved from the shelf for fear of irreparable cracks.
I’m fragile, needing someone to carress my heart, not allowing Anything to seep inside and break me.
But I’m supposed to be strong.
I’m supposed to have indestructible walls,
Tough skin,
An invincible, courageous presence,
Everything I need within myself.
But I don’t.
I just don’t.
Yet I lie daily to preserve this invincible image,
This confidence,
This strength.
And society believes it,
They welcome my transparent strength,
Seeing it as opaque,
Because they don’t want to deal with what is
Underneath.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
The views from Qing Xiu Shan are very nice
and I am feeling better than I did this morning
the Yong River winds through green fields
the breeze fills my lungs
my thoughts rustle like bamboo leaves
a southern tranquility rises in the distance
covered by the opaque morning
this is what my mind's eye sees
as I rock my little girl to sleep
kissing the forehead
that will never be without a kiss
until my lips are still
like the peaceful day we yearn for
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
*Drawing pictures of any opaque scenery
Instead of your smile.*
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
The past hurts like an ocean made up of opaque glass.
And you asked me to exist within the shatter-jagged fragments.
An amphibious creature,
Breathing the pain through shredded gills.
Numbed, bruised and bleeding.
Wounds are what they called them.
Battle torn from a thousand different edges.
Don't you feel them?
The watery shards wedging into your sides,
Piercing your lungs of the will to exhale.
I feel it, like rough hands upon my neck;
Tearing through my flesh.
Slipping down my throat.
Till I'm choking on red.
You asked, and I confessed.
My passions, the black and the blue.
Inhaling the wine-water,
I want to save you.
Even with an ocean of glass standing in my way.
I want to save you.
Swimming and swimming, until this agony bled away.
I wanted to save you.
Even though I knew I couldn't.
I wanted to be the one to save you.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Opaque is thee,
Dull, dark and soundless night.
It creeps up my spine,
Proving the fright.
Dark is the girls eyes,
Who stands and waits.
Preventing all to pass,
Even her mate.
Opaque is the eye-like windows,
On the upper floor.
Where the ghost of old.
Hunts for his score.
Dull, dark and Soundless night.
Free me from his ebony wings,
Free me from the inside.
Break these habits,
Of opaque demise.
Where the dagger may yet wait.
To end thy life..
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC