#watched
I dust myself off:
I'm on display today.
Or rather, God is on display
In me: His hard graft,
His craftsmanship,
His patient shaping, refining,
Giving them good reason to stop
And notice His signature style,
So to give honour to our maker.
That makes me stand straighter.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
Have you ever watched someone
look at themselves in the mirror?
It's heartbreaking.
They never see what you see.
But that's why it's important for you to be there.
To make them feel beautiful.
Like someone cares.
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 8:15 PM UTC
I liked to see him suffer
because he used to watch me.
There is nothing better than watching
a man’s feelings getting shattered
after he shattered yours.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
*"places near you..."
faces near you?
stop pretending
that they can't hear you...
you're in clear view
& they're following you too*
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
*why are there cameras everywhere I go?
what are they recording?
what are they watching?
why are they watching us?*
why are there cameras in every room?
why are they recording everything we do?
why are they watching the things I do?
& when was my debut?
(be careful, they're watching you too)
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
cookies & cachéd data,
digitally-programmed privacy paraphernalia
are carefully collecting information
following your confirmation
to allow the invasion
of all forms of personal communication
((( it’s hard to ignore the intimidation
of the internet’s alluring intoxication )))
but between you&me
life beyond a screen
never felt so free,
an anti-digital reality,
life in an unmonitored galaxy
is something only the mind can dream
# # # # #
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Though not blinded, they saw all that was before them.
For within every length did a life linger.
Never ones to trim a singular moment they just
brush each moment delicately everyday..
For if not, tangled breath would linger to dead roots.
They were methodical in there daily routine.
But sometimes no matter the care, follicles do depart
and gently fall for an eternity, expired strands fade.
Collecting on every observation, tears do fall.
catching on strands gifting moments of longevity.
They see our every moment, contemplating our
decisions, never wording, only watching our lives
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
An unblinking eye arises and hides behind the tainted clouds in the painted sky.
I see it crawl beneath the surface,
Gazing into the images I thought I had buried alive.
It's peaking through the dirt where he decadently sits,
Staring behind bars of dust with his razor eyes glaring at my wrists.
Where my innocence slept itself to death,
And cradled its soul beneath stacks of broken stems of the mind.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
Every room is empty
And every seat is bare
There's no-one home I'm here alone
Yet still I feel the stares
It follows me into my home
When I sleep I'm not alone
I shrug it off but it won't get lost
It's with me when I roam
The feeling of being watched
It gives me paranoia
I twist and turn, I feel the burn
Around my neck it coils
This weight on my shoulders
Combined with this glare
Buck and roll, duck and dodge
It's with me everywhere I go
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
You act as if you hadn't a clue
You act as if I hadn't talked to you
You act as if I hadn't tried till in the face I was blue
I did, I tried
I did, but you only sighed
I did,rivers of tears I cried
Why are you such a ********
Why is your agony dispread
Why did you not listen and ended up mislead
I beckoned you to come near
I beckoned you so I could make it clear
I beckoned you but you only looked at me with that sneer
So I let you do it your own way
So I let you become the prey
So I let you crumble in just mere days
Now i'll just set and watch
Now I'll just set while all of it you botch
Now I'll just set as you make another notch
If only you had not just listened but heard
If only you hadn't let things get so blurred
If only you hadn't acted so absurd
I sat and I watched you expire
I sat and I watched as your situation got dire
I sat and I watched as you set yourself on fire
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
i watched her lips part and smile form
i heard her laugh start and heart warm
her heart was sore and her jeans were ripped
her mouth sipped coffee from the mug she gripped
the pages from her book were bent,
they were stained where the coffee dripped
the pages from her book smelled like home
they reminded her of him
i watched her lips part as her feeble voice shook
tears filled her sorry eyes as she put away her book
she told me that she saw her life
as a page in a book she didn't intend to write
© Melissa Carlson 2015
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
You call me girl
And I call you boy.
You are you
and me, I am me.
Yet we are the same.
We are cruel,
to others, yet to ourselves.
We are bad, which is fine.
I never liked the good.
For it was boring, useless,dull.
You call me *****
I call you *****
You with your black inked skin.
devilish tattoos, and piercings.
You smile at me and I cannot help but smile back.
We are not happy, for we do not know the meaning.
But we take the little joy we get with each simple **** smoke, fight.
For that is what life is for you and me.
We have learned, that the weak are the most brave when faced,
And the strong, are the most devious.
We are the strong, for to be brave is useless.
Why be given, when it is so much more fun to take.
We were once scared of the monsters when we were children,
we once fought for the good.
But then we gave up when we saw the evil was to much
and now we smile, laugh , drink with the monsters, because,
we realized that there was no good, only the illusion of sanity.
But now we know better, for to be insane is to be sane.
We are bad.
you call me girl
I call you boy
you call me *****
I call you *****
You are wretched
and me
I am Wicked.
We are both of the evil.
We are both Insane.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
Paranoia,
I'm drenched in it.
This lunacy is so agitating,
I swear she is out to get me!
Why does no one believe me?
I see her everywhere, am I dreaming?
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
It started out huge
picking my tiny daughter up for school on the first
of many many too many days
She would hop on
sometimes begrudgingly
hopping off always joyfully
But as she has grown
that bus has begun to shrink
and become ever so small
That bus seemed plenty big enough
for her and her giant backpack
her crayons and papers
It seemed to be just right as she
continued to board with her novels
and friends
It seems too small now
Too small to hold her and all of her
dreams and ambitions
I no longer see her on that bus
but walking through some bucolic campus
sitting under shade trees sketching
Or stepping off of a busy curb
over puddles and around cars
on her way to a gallery or show
Yes, that bus has been shrinking
and I can't stop it
but I can marvel at how it has changed
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
I watch myself
watch myself
watching their dance,
my action is actioned
by panel and plan
Significant thought
to trivial task,
I find myself missing
that which I've hatched
Impromptu I can do,
in scrutinies stare,
replayed ad infinitum
pretend I don't care
When waiting has waited
and I dare to break free,
will the watcher be waiting
or will I be free?
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
The branches of the trees above,
Writing on the sky.
Writing wonder to the clouds,
And the stars at night.
Whispering sways through the wind that is blown,
Murmurings of the world, through the wind it is carried,
All this, the sound of sweet beauty.
Oh, she watched in wonder.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC