#stares
my empty couch
just stares at me
wondering why I won’t sit down
since you left
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 9:30 AM UTC
“Do you think we’ll ever be ok?”, she asked
“Depends what you mean by ok”, I replied
She then, gave me a look that spoke a thousand words and said, “okay”.
Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 7:53 PM UTC
Long distance stares
Blurry, nondescript
I've been leading you
Into an abyss
Saw your smile turn
Into a frown
When I'm around
If you look deeper
You'll see the mask I wear
Is only for you
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 11:19 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, old scars don't hurt anymore:--\
you think the stain is stained
maybe your pain is pained
the reason not the same
my mind not like before not sane
close to the ear
hearts too near to cope a fear
love you not stares been for the lot
natural expression without a but
really boring lacking a plot
-------ravenfeels
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
Hunger.
His eyes watching down his prey.
Stare so deep it reaches her insides.
Scoping through , searching to find the movies in her mind.
She blocks it , placing a wall , the light comes bouncing off the glass window and back to the wide eyes staring. Shook.
“Nice to meet you.”
He caresses her hand with a sunflower kiss.
Leaving her with his musk scent lingering behind with another movie.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
we've been here before
tongues tied
blank stares
you always stare back at me
with no gleam in your eyes
i've been trying to align my chakras
finally putting my wisdom where my mouth is
i don't think i can do this anymore
back and forth
running from you
running back to you
i will always find you wherever i run
to west palm
to the warm sunset
to the soft crashing of ocean waves
to the yellow flowers i see by nameless corner stores
to the rain during spring and fall
i can't hold back
let me go and i'll let you go
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
Here I share my Mood.
Now enjoy this mood...
This way I'll seize the moment.
With it I'll go on and choose.
As My Mood Blossoms Into a Rose..
I see You have many levels.
Its like viewing into your many windows.
Share this Glance.
Dance with this Chance,
Consider the gift of this chance.
Sparkles in my soul makes glitter in my eyes.
My Hopes they are gems ready to glow float and rise.
It may catch you by surprise, But to me it's no surprise.
The Gifts within my heart such delicacies.
[email protected] fine interwoven textures,
Hard to reach levels, such a place of intricacy.
Yet so many more places of creativity, idealistically.
A adorable, lovable intricacies Internally.
Who Is, S.H.E@Rose. Just a Glance Of_H.E.R.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
What was warranted could not be
more out of lingering fingers reach,
but vainly was the goal still paused upon,
teased with the view of what each wanted.
But stagnant were there endeavours
for but a centimetre,
a vastness that could not be gauged by touch
yet palms were placed.
An innuendo of what could be but was not,
there love was undeniable but their reality
was a vacant space in their hearts.
And they sat back to back on this
immovable obstacle,
mourning the need to be in the grasp of another.
No tears were shown to the other but in solace
they fell like monsoons on the ground,
all emotions were departed from there clouds
of white that blinked upon time and then stopped.
They never gave up on the motions that stirred
within and even though time
is finite and what was unforgiving
in there needing was no longer.
But time is no friend to love, and bones were
all that was evidence of what once was.
Gazing with empty sockets eternally
gazing on the other.
But where that which kept them apart had now
parted hands of white,
now clasped within each others touching.
For an eternity where in the echoes of the past
which could not be obtained
was now holding on in death.
Vacant puddles stare into each other
and where there was two singular
now they are silently holding on to each other.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Even the deepest of stares
Are mostly earnest and placid
Never deem a man rude
From an innocent habit
Perhaps within you
They saw something they once cherished
You see staring is rude
But it’s also ancient tradition
For those who have lost a beloved.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
on that late night
i saw the train
with all its lights
as it began to rain
i seemed alone
but i saw you
so i wrapped my head
in caution tape
with a feeling of dread
and using my heart as a drape
i picked up a rose
and pricked my finger
as i stood and froze
and you started to linger
i couldn't escape
the sudden stares,
the sudden glares
i was left to hesitate
while paranoia did the same
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
Out there somewhere
A Martian stares there
What's out there
Way over there
You may share my poems
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
her spirit
is there
today with
her dime
that fear
her face
like Nefertiti
but in
a garage
that fit
her sleeve
these peeves
roar her
suffrage but
shakes her
clams in
a menagerie
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
There’s a marred reflection staring back at me.
I wish I could tell you what was wrong with it.
Its blank gaze and happy expression say everything’s alright.
The pressure builds and sweat beings to seep
The mask begins to slip, but I dare not show the underneath.
I need this face to present to others
For I need their acceptance to feel some worth.
But it’s only what they considered worthy in their eyes
So I’m beholden to their stares as I shift to conform.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
Be thinner be smarter
Be the perfect daughter
Smile and laugh
Such a piece trash
Just agree
Give in to their lying
Your hopeless, but dont stop trying
No one truley cares
Don't ignore the stares
Stop holding teddy bears
Run your fingers through your hair
Your an adult now
Fix your self up now.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
i caught it.
that quick look,
as if i
were off limits
to you.
mini-storms
inside your head,
looking,
admiring,
seeing
what no one else did.
you saw me
catch your stare,
those soft
grey-blue eyes
looking away,
your secret
revealed.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
I am a pariah. Some see me as a joke, some see me as a mystery, some see me as a hot mess. But they all see me and refuse to stop seeing me. They unforgivingly gape and gawk at me.
Everyone has their own version of the story, and I cannot tell you how many times I have been told that my version is wrong. They seem to forget that after all, it is my story, but then they remember, and then they stare.
The few people that I have left continue to attempt to explain that this will all blow over with time. It has been three months since the incident occurred. Three months of staring, stories, and acting as if I’m not hearing their versions. As if I’m not hearing them call me a **** As if I’m not hearing them say that I liked what he did to me. As if I’m supposed to sit there and act like their condolences are genuine and fake a smile, just for them.
At this point, I am unsure if they are even staring anymore. I am uncertain if it is all in my head, or if this is what my life will be now. I am unsure if I will ever be able to be just looked over again. I am unsure of myself and my choices and my thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine anymore.
Sometimes I wish that I could implode and make a colossal scene, but then I remember that it would just make the stares last longer. So I sit there, stuck, having to take the stares and hear their stories and listen to my uncertainty. Because after all I am just another one of their stories, and subsequently I will eventually disappear again.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Stares burn through me
Conversations stop
Whispers spread
Rumors start
Sitting in the back of the room
Nails gripping into my skin
I want to scream
It flashes back
Can I go to the bathroom
Check under the stalls
Slip up cry, go away
Clean makeup
Walk into the room and sit down
People stop and stare
Class starts again
I don’t
Watching the clock high on the wall
Waiting for the hand to move
Grabbing books
Running
They are all talking about you
You need to come back
I will be there for you
It will be better
I'm forced to come back by others
Cold cuts through me
I can’t breath
I see them
I can suddenly breath
I smile back at them
Others look
Oh no
Stares burn through me
Conversations stop
Whispers spread
Rumors start
It will all go away soon sweetie
They will stop talking
Just trust me
Please
Walking the halls once again, again for them
The same cold rips through me
It is not better
Not at all
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
*Will I ever find you?
I do not chase now
I'm on my own
I left my desperation into the woods.
I am more of me, who stares to be still
quietly observing to its brim.
Will I ever find you darling?
To pour out my love but not too much
so as not to bore you out.
I would not empty myself to you
but to love you each day cautiously
one day at a time.
Will I actually find you ever?
You would grab me into your arms
and not leave me ever no matter how hard.
You would understand my poetry
and say nothing but give me love.
You would converse with me for hours
about art, poetry and new stuffs in life.
You would be angry and fight but holding me tight.
Oh! how I wish I could have found you by now
I just need your shoulder to cry.*
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
What did I do to get those stares?
Why do you guys look at like I'm a freak.
They whisper and stare at me when I Board the bus.
I'm just like you guys.
I came back for the Love of the Sport.
Not to be a Nuisance.
I came because I love the sport. I don't care if I don't play.
So Please don't give me the look why am I here?
and Ignore me like I'm not there.
I know I got cut from the team. I know I don't have my Serve.
I know I seem weak.
Like I can't do my Job.
But I'm trying my Hardest.
I want to please you guys.
I want you to see that I'm here to help.
The stares and whispers are breaking me.
I'm going to have a breakdown.
Because I know you guys don't want me there.
I know why Stick around somewhere where you aren't wanted?
I want to show them I care enough. That I am strong enough.
I Just wish that's how they saw me.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Is it so wrong to want to kiss you
While other people may be watching?
Lets not care for the stares
And just get lost in each other
Nothing complicated
Simplicity is key
Know, I love you
Known, you love me
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
I caught her staring at me again
I can't quite place
A name to the expression
she has when I catch her
looking
but it's different from when
she doesn't know i'm watching her
watching me
from the corner of my eye
She never brought up the 'notes'
even the one I wrote out of rage
I don't remember putting it
into her bag
But is she afraid
curious
spiteful
disgusted
What name can I for a fact
put to the face she makes
when she stares
And when I catch her
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Having a disability
Doesn't mean you're helpless
It means you show the world
You'll work that much harder
To fulfill your dreams.
Never mind the countless stares
The many whispers
And those who lack faith
That things will get better.
The journey isn't meant to be easy
But with a dose of
Courage
Love
Support
and Determination...
You shall survive!
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
If we were soldiers
and our "love" the war
Why, there was nothing we were fighting for
Just empty air
and shouted threats everywhere
with awkward, distant stares
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC