#transparent
tails of shadows
seen through the eyes
walk past these walls
in timeless presence
underneath my skin
resting words
filling the rooms
caught in my breath
behind these thoughts
slowly closing in
ghost in the wind
possession of the mind
holding my heart,
in dust I remain
transparent before you
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 6:47 PM UTC
Sometimes I don’t feel invisible at all, I feel too visible, like I’m standing too tall.
Everyone can see me, yet none truly gaze, a ghost in sunlight, lost within the haze.
My voice drifts softly, carried by the air, but no one catches, I parented to not care.
My laughter echoes, then vanishes away, a fleeting spark in the brightness of day.
I stand in crowds, yet alone I remain, a window with no face pressed against the pane.
All eyes may glance, but none truly see, the quiet storm that swirls inside of me.
Yet in this paradox, a strange beauty lies, a soul that wanders beneath open skies.
Invisible to most, yet alive in the light, a secret flame burning softly through the night.
I’m here, I’m loud, yet quietly fade, a living poem the world cannot braid.
Too much, too little, both lost in sight, a soul that shimmers in plain daylight.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
My sternum hums at 2 AM
A frequency only my ribs can hear
I press my palm against bone
Feel the vibration like a trapped bird
My lungs have learned to fold
Origami organs making space
For all the air I forgot to breathe
For all the words I swallowed whole
The skin between
My thumb and index finger
Thinned from wringing hands
Now transparent enough to see
The blue rivers rushing beneath
My jaw clicks when I lie
A tiny betrayal in the hinge
Mouth opening before permission
Closing around unsaid prayers
My throat holds a third option
That lives in the space between
Swallowing and screaming
The bruises on my thighs
Developed their own language
Purple hieroglyphs explaining
What my lips refuse to translate
My heartbeat learned Morse code
Tapping messages against my ribs
SOS but nobody's listening
Or maybe nobody knows
How to read it
My stomach contains knots
That aren't metaphor
Actual twisting
Like rope trying to hang itself
My eyes have started unfocusing
As if looking at something
Just beyond the edge of vision
Something only I can see
My body is a house
Haunted by its owner
And I keep walking through rooms
Wondering who keeps
Breaking the glass
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC
You treated me
like you couldn't
SEE ME,
You
IGNORED ME,
You
LOOKED RIGHT
THROUGH ME,
You
AVOIDED ME,
It was so PLAIN to
SEE,
You couldn't
CARE LESS
ABOUT ME,
YOU JUST DIDN'T
WANT TO BE
WITH ME!!
I find it
INCREDIBLE,
You acted
as if I was
INVISIBLE!!
WHY DO YOU DO THIS???
You just didn't care,
as if I am
TRANSPARENT,
or not even
STANDING THERE,
But That's OKAY
I will let you BE,
and find someone
who will actually
SEE ME,
I find it REMARKABLE,
In this,
I do BELIEVE,
I will find someone
SPECIAL, and
who will
LOVE AND SEE
ME!!!!
TO YOU I'M
INVISIBLE,
BUT TO HIM I'LL BE
VISUAL!!!
SO, GO ON AND LEAVE,
SINCE YOU FELT I
MADE YOU
MISERABLE!!!
B.R.
Date: 07/04/2023
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
I will never know whether it's meant as praise or disapproval when friends tell me I'm being too transparent.
Conversations over coffee leave me wondering if they’ve ever truly known love—the kind that leaves you vulnerable.
Maybe they haven't grasped how terrifying it is to be misunderstood,
To deliver the wrong message,
To drop hints, only to have them left unexplored by someone too direct to see their meaning
Have they realized how a hint of opacity can blur everything, turning what was once clear into something unrecognizable?
How a single careless moment
or a slip of the tongue can lead to loss?
Isn't it a greater shame to leave everything to fate,
To let life unfold without intention?
In their eyes, am I foolish or brave?
Nonetheless, all I know is that pride is a heavy weight.
So I say;
I can only breathe when my words are laid bare,
Stripped of pretense and hesitation.
There is something freeing in that honesty, something necessary.
I love when I love,
Why hold back?
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
I drink it
straight
I write 'em straight
to the point
bold, curvy, squiggly,
pressured or light
and oh
so transparent
Liquid courage
inked in my vessels
soft introductions
******** bodies
the outros
are mostly
unexpected
but they all
deserve a cigarette
afterwards
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 5:54 AM UTC
– – –
Death
is not a wound
that heals,
it is
an amputation that
remains.
– – –
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Were we lovers
Or only good friends
I still don't know
Although in the same timezone
But somehow always in different seasons
We seem to miss one another
Like ships passing in the night
You seem to be doing well
Or so your pictures say
One never knows with you
Using your smile as a guise
But your eyes give you away
You are more transparent than you think
Wrapped in cellophane you are
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 7:53 AM UTC
it feels foreign to be so transparent
ancient walls built up to protect my sleeve
which is home to my heart and my peace
the walls comfort me, I can still hear the canaries
they sing in lullabies that heal my child inside
I slowly unravel my life's work to see the canary fly
the yellow hue makes me think of the sun
I smile looking at how grown I have become
I smile knowing that I am worthy of love
I smile just because
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 12:14 PM UTC
i cast no shadow
beneath the white sun
amidst the sea of swaying green
and my skin is see through
and passes through
the blades of grass
like a projection
a hallucination
in no one's head
am i
even
real?
there is no colour on these sickly bones
but i feel the warmth of red
seeping through my transparent mind
am i
even
real?
i feel like a ghost
with no grave
a ghost that has not died
just yet
a ghost
trying to look for
something
for anything
for everything
while having
no eyes.
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 7:13 AM UTC
crystals stuck in fields
people believing the things
they wish were real
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 10:47 AM UTC
Transparency... yes, no, maybe
Like an open book
Yes, that's me!
Love me or hate me
wish everyone would just say what they mean
Hard to keep faith, when the truth can't be forseen
From now on I'm going to say it like it is,
Or not say it at all, "It is what it is?!"
Only say if it will help??
Otherwise, it's not good for your health
by health I mean sanity
There is such a thing as brutal honesty
Sometimes the truth hurts but lies can consume you
Your heart, your mind, your soul
Stay honest to yourself and your heart will be full
you will not feel as if things are out of control
Sometimes the consequences can't be seen
But it's hard when you really want to say something
and holding it in doesn't feel right
Sometimes it's simply not worth the fight
Perception, it's a funny thing
some say honest, some say mean
I say be true to your heart and the rest will fall into place
Sometimes it's the "long game", slow down, it's not a race
Kristy Robertson
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 8:21 AM UTC
Her soul cried tears for a past none could see
They were transparent to everyone but me
Held as close as I could trying to ease her pain
She broke my heart as if nothing to gain
Simply so she could remain suffering in silence
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
Transparent and Dark
The old venue reaches across the boardwalk,
its magic long evaporated,
a victim of neglect and storms in equal measure.
There are windows. high and void of glass,
the sashes lacking paint.
Rot is plentiful.
There are windows, high and dark,
perfectly clear, with nothing to see
save the perpetual night inside.
You stand below, knowing this is what others see
when they look at you,
transparent and dark,
overwhelmed by neglect and storms,
strangely unwilling
to succumb.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
Looking out at the vastness
I see so much
This world is more transparent than the last
I saw so little
How can anything create thisness
I'm not sure where this vastness came from
Remembering thoughts surrounded
Surrounded by chatter and emotion
Surrounded by color and words
Is this remembering?
”The Vastness”
Brian Hill - 2019#80
Inspired by intelligence in general...
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
Her Imperious Canticle rewarded
From the butterflies of monarchy
Mermaid scales are her bouquet
An ombre is the debut
Crystal corals are the stars on her face
Below pink rings that scale a tune
Which the winged beauties will charm in too
An amazing debut for the see through
Of a dynasty that glows in the prism moon.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
I am a ghost
Destined to hover
In the lives of others
Always unseen.
I am transparent
So that you may see my truth
But instead you're aloof
To my advances.
I am a tiny moment
In your existence
Met only with resistance
Or disregard.
I am a ghost
But I am not scary,
Just wary
Of fading away completely.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
Once felt solid, even when I was warm.
Comfort by you , kept me solid.
The love we grew, was bigger then two.
The world felt right, when your all I had in sight.
Now my warmest days , are as cold as ice.
You remember that fight .
The one that tore everything , even the core you built in me .
I drip to the morning sun , wasting away
All the pain that has won.
You see through me like I'm the transparent one.
And I fell to the ground and shattered ,
When you said you were done.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
i don't think i like nice people
i feel guilty around them
like my past stains me still
and they see it all
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
Were it not for the secrets kept
To selves deluded with self importance,
Eyes not blind, the mind made less, yet
The witness of your thoughts an ignorant
Real Life / worldly emergencies
The thieving of Green, and all currency
Not cared or shared with the broken, lost
Streets’ breaking News have indifferent claws.
Not concrete or laws, where love can’t last
Regret no stains, taints, no fragile glass,
Still, Transparency is the king’s masterclass.
Were it not for the secrets... mess...
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
i am the dark nights and the pouring rain,
the leftovers and the wine stains
i am the cold weather and a forgotten dream,
the 3 am coffee or your 3 am screams
i am a ghost or an empty feeling, or
i might be hanging from the ceiling
i am in the corner or right next to you, or
i could be lying six feet under you
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC