#windowstothesoul
*Eyes..."the windows of the soul"
revealing all i am and are...
Layers of emotions
that show every battle scar.
With a phrase or harsh action
they may show such grief and pain.
Some often ignore the signs...
and just attack again.
They speak to you, succinctly
and can be an open book
If you would only take the time
to take a deeper look.
They soften when they fall in love
and sharpen to a lie
And tighten when duress is near
and narrow when they spy.
They widen when the wonders
of the world come into sight.
Then close when darkness falls
and just embrace the night.
They flinch when they are startled
and they smile when joy is near.
And lubricate themselves with tears
when losing someone dear.
If you should pay attention
to the billboard of the eyes.
They often tell the truth
and seldom falsely advertise.*
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
The poets all lied.
Eyes are not the window to the soul.
If that were the case,
All humans would be empaths,
And we'd be free from plague and war.
After all,
It's easy to gaze through the glass.
Eyes,
Are the manuscripts of survival,
And it takes a trained researcher
To decipher the ramblings
And recounts of a life lived in full.
Every glance.
Every dart.
Every blink.
Every tear.
Every eye writes words of trauma,
And histories of realities,
Which one cannot understand
As simply,
As one can stare through the pane.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 12:28 AM UTC
People always say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Does that mean we see people with our souls as well?
We stare at other souls with our own-
Knowing there is something beautiful trapped inside those windows,
All the while being trapped behind our own.
Some are darker than others-dreary with no hope.
Other's are bright & welcoming, nothing to hide behind-transparent.
Like a moth to a flame, we are drawn in.
Window to soul, soul to window.
We peer in trying to catch a glimpse of the true colors of a person.
I guess we are all peeping toms in the end.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
What do you see?
An ocean of green and blues waves
Or a blank, distance grey?
Magnificent and vibrant colours
Or just green decay?
Do you see me like I see myself?
Or are my eyes brighter than anyone else?
Can I trust you to look into my eyes
Or will you just see the ugly me I claim to be.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
If the eye's are the window to the soul
Don't look into mine it's dark and it's cold
I've been bought, and I've been sold
Where I've gone you don't want to go
In this skin is nothing but a dust bowl
There is absolutely nothing left to console
I will forever, never be whole
Until the universe decides I've paid my toll
Just leave me alone in my darkened hole
Cuz in the depth of pain is where I stroll
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
Looking out my car's side window
I can see the world outside
Mesmerized by all these pictures
There's nothing this world can hide
Opening the pages
of a passing history book
I think of distant lands and dreams
And quickly close my eyes to look
at the slideshow that's been prepared
.....by my memories
I take a little snapshot
every time I blink
I capture it so instantly
when giving one good wink
and I am captured by these
quickly passing pictures
of my life
And I already know
that my trips been worth the ride.
Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Should’ve cried myself to sleep last night—
but the tears only came this morning… I guess
my eyes were too tired to stay open for the pain.
Funny how revenge always looks red-eyed;
bloodshot visions staring back through mirrors
that haven’t slept in days.
They say, “the eyes are windows to the soul,”
but what if mine already closed for business?
All ready to go to bed – lights down low,
curtains drawn; heart in bed before me—
too exhausted to open up…yet somehow,
the morning still slipped through the blinds.
I’ve opened my curtains to it.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC