"astigmatism" poems - Hello Poetry

abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

"ism"

abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism

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I am from incense From water and candles I am from the three prostrations needed to enter the baai san (prayer room). (cold, smooth, watchful tapestries) I am from the pecan shells, the tree whose nuts and leaves left small hills of muddy layers I'm from ginger to contacts From Ly to Tran I'm from the headstrong and the never-wrong From mou jung! (useless) and hou gaawi! (how obedient) I'm from Nama Amituofo with Cha Lua and Taking Refuge in the Gurus, Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha I’m from Sugar Land and Bellaire, 2% milk and Pork Sung sandwiches. From Dad forcing my brother to stare at green to fight our genetic astigmatism to Mom making us chant mantras with rosary beads on the way to school In the neighborhood pool, I pushed away floating junebugs I am those moments— Chalk on the cul-de-sac

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Oct 9, 2021

Oct 9, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC

EllisDiep

Where I'm From (My Version)

I am from incense From water and candles I am from the three prostrations needed to enter the baai san (prayer room). (cold, smooth, watchful tapestries) I am from the pecan shells, the tree whose nuts and leaves left small hills of muddy layers I'm from ginger to contacts From Ly to Tran I'm from the headstrong and the never-wrong From mou jung! (useless) and hou gaawi! (how obedient) I'm from Nama Amituofo with Cha Lua and Taking Refuge in the Gurus, Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha I’m from Sugar Land and Bellaire, 2% milk and Pork Sung sandwiches. From Dad forcing my brother to stare at green to fight our genetic astigmatism to Mom making us chant mantras with rosary beads on the way to school In the neighborhood pool, I pushed away floating junebugs I am those moments— Chalk on the cul-de-sac

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I look at the sky and everything is clear I turn to the sun and am forced to remember I am human Squinting and scrunched the tranquility is gone My eyes pinch my mind and again These days become long

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Sep 12, 2023

Sep 12, 2023 at 12:44 AM UTC

xjf

Astigmatism

I look at the sky and everything is clear I turn to the sun and am forced to remember I am human Squinting and scrunched the tranquility is gone My eyes pinch my mind and again These days become long

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Im a monster who ate his foster parents like they were carrots, brain dead since the day I ate lead paint, my teacher ms.garret feed it to me when I was eight, I thought I tasted great so I told her to make me more, she said sure but you have to eat it off the floor, Till this day I still hate her, my vision was always blurrd so I always called her sir, thats double astigmatism for you, All these years I never knew the sky was blue, Yeah its true im not the best poet nor am I the worst poet, But I am an insane poet who shows it through his reckless antics that are not from this planet, spending his time wisely tryna crame it down your throat, Ok I spoke enough for now, but in an hour or two ill be back with some more poems for you

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Oct 30, 2014

Oct 30, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC

DominicSin

Idk what to call this

Im a monster who ate his foster parents like they were carrots, brain dead since the day I ate lead paint, my teacher ms.garret feed it to me when I was eight, I thought I tasted great so I told her to make me more, she said sure but you have to eat it off the floor, Till this day I still hate her, my vision was always blurrd so I always called her sir, thats double astigmatism for you, All these years I never knew the sky was blue, Yeah its true im not the best poet nor am I the worst poet, But I am an insane poet who shows it through his reckless antics that are not from this planet, spending his time wisely tryna crame it down your throat, Ok I spoke enough for now, but in an hour or two ill be back with some more poems for you

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this wasn't our first time at the waffle house sitting across from each other staring out the window at fading car lights, astigmatism placebo running rampant (or maybe just greasy windows). this wasn't our first talk about you wanting to die sometime late at night, we talked for hours the week before this, tears, sweat, and trembling lips. this was our first meal we shared together at night after hopeless thoughts in late december before your brother's wedding. this wasn't the last time we'd see each other again, or order the fully loaded hashbrowns, or talk about suicide, that would come in time. this is the first time I've thought about this memory and have been grateful for your marriage and how far you've come from eating garbage at 2am, from wearing the punisher hoodie I gave you, from drinking mike's hard lemonade, from feeling lonely and hopeless and wanting to end your life.

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Dec 12, 2024

Dec 12, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC

we-are-stories

Grease Fogs and Free Rent on Ashcroft

this wasn't our first time at the waffle house sitting across from each other staring out the window at fading car lights, astigmatism placebo running rampant (or maybe just greasy windows). this wasn't our first talk about you wanting to die sometime late at night, we talked for hours the week before this, tears, sweat, and trembling lips. this was our first meal we shared together at night after hopeless thoughts in late december before your brother's wedding. this wasn't the last time we'd see each other again, or order the fully loaded hashbrowns, or talk about suicide, that would come in time. this is the first time I've thought about this memory and have been grateful for your marriage and how far you've come from eating garbage at 2am, from wearing the punisher hoodie I gave you, from drinking mike's hard lemonade, from feeling lonely and hopeless and wanting to end your life.

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Don't you ever wonder what people see when they look at you? And I don't mean the what they think of the way your hair shines in the florescent light. Or how gorgeous your green eyes look when they are glossy from the sunlight. But how they physically see you. Because all eyes see differently right? What if this whole time everyones eyes were meant to see things in an altered way? What if I weren't sincerely legally blind, with an astigmatism of 170 in the left eye and 180 in the right? Maybe i'm meant to see everything in an altered way. Maybe God, or Alhi, or Mother Nature or whatever higher power created human life meant for us to each view the world and the people in differently from one another. For some people don't give me the slightest of a glance, But i've had some say that their eyes are so attracted to the way my blonde hair glows under florescent lighting and some who say that whenever i'm standing in direct sunlight my green eyes gleam strikingly. Some don't see me at all, and a few have seen nothing more beautiful. So maybe eyesight is just another way that we were meant to be different. Maybe we ought to stop trying to be so alike. It might lead us to something truly beautiful.

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC

kylie-jo-hushon

Just Another Modification

Don't you ever wonder what people see when they look at you? And I don't mean the what they think of the way your hair shines in the florescent light. Or how gorgeous your green eyes look when they are glossy from the sunlight. But how they physically see you. Because all eyes see differently right? What if this whole time everyones eyes were meant to see things in an altered way? What if I weren't sincerely legally blind, with an astigmatism of 170 in the left eye and 180 in the right? Maybe i'm meant to see everything in an altered way. Maybe God, or Alhi, or Mother Nature or whatever higher power created human life meant for us to each view the world and the people in differently from one another. For some people don't give me the slightest of a glance, But i've had some say that their eyes are so attracted to the way my blonde hair glows under florescent lighting and some who say that whenever i'm standing in direct sunlight my green eyes gleam strikingly. Some don't see me at all, and a few have seen nothing more beautiful. So maybe eyesight is just another way that we were meant to be different. Maybe we ought to stop trying to be so alike. It might lead us to something truly beautiful.

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i have always kind of disliked the color yellow i have astigmatism in one eye and bright things tend to blur together and give me a headache no matter the distance so i didn’t like the color yellow until i met someone who likes yellow like flowers in sunshine and has a smile bright enough to give the sun envy i always maintain that it takes eight minutes and twenty seconds for sunlight to warm me and the rest of the planet but it just takes a look from my brightest friend to fill everyone around him with warmth and after a few years of knowing him (it might be my imagination) my astigmatism is getting better

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Jun 6, 2019

Jun 6, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC

noseinanotebook

a poem about a friend

i have always kind of disliked the color yellow i have astigmatism in one eye and bright things tend to blur together and give me a headache no matter the distance so i didn’t like the color yellow until i met someone who likes yellow like flowers in sunshine and has a smile bright enough to give the sun envy i always maintain that it takes eight minutes and twenty seconds for sunlight to warm me and the rest of the planet but it just takes a look from my brightest friend to fill everyone around him with warmth and after a few years of knowing him (it might be my imagination) my astigmatism is getting better

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Inside my body the guilty seeds have rooted through all my veins and in to my heart strangling it dead. Inside my heart the anger fights to still beat, no matter the pressure it competes, its cold because its a zombie heart but it still pumps blood that reaches my brain. Inside my mind is misery, its been confused so much it yerns to shut off but somehow it can't, it won't let me sleep, too many memories and thoughts eat it from the inside out but nevertheless my rotten brain still allows me to have a spirit. Inside my soul is death, the once bright white doves have darkened and can barley lift one wing, choking on my bodies misfortune, as I sit so small in this big monstrous world thats poisoning my skin. My skin is covered in eczema, my face in blemishes it coughs on the pollution and cigarette smoke that its too exposed to, its infected but somehow my eyes still survive on the surface with it. My eyes are worn down with a astigmatism from all the rough things I have seen but they still slow me to see more. I'm falling apart, I guess you could say that zombies are real, just not the kind you can see with your own zombie eyes.

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

field-of-moons

ZOMBIE ME

Inside my body the guilty seeds have rooted through all my veins and in to my heart strangling it dead. Inside my heart the anger fights to still beat, no matter the pressure it competes, its cold because its a zombie heart but it still pumps blood that reaches my brain. Inside my mind is misery, its been confused so much it yerns to shut off but somehow it can't, it won't let me sleep, too many memories and thoughts eat it from the inside out but nevertheless my rotten brain still allows me to have a spirit. Inside my soul is death, the once bright white doves have darkened and can barley lift one wing, choking on my bodies misfortune, as I sit so small in this big monstrous world thats poisoning my skin. My skin is covered in eczema, my face in blemishes it coughs on the pollution and cigarette smoke that its too exposed to, its infected but somehow my eyes still survive on the surface with it. My eyes are worn down with a astigmatism from all the rough things I have seen but they still slow me to see more. I'm falling apart, I guess you could say that zombies are real, just not the kind you can see with your own zombie eyes.

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Astigmatism effects many around these Sylvan parts, Where word's turn to bullets, False love flies between transpired sparks!!! Arrogancys lost child mourns mercantile traits, Wherein fears art nothing but fate , Materialist confirmed to promise!!!!! Whereth art thou mender? Lover? Dutchess!!!!!! Mentality struck down, Memory foam pounds lit to green bushes!! Maunder thy jail time feeling's, Their nights goeth short to cold!!! Thine melodramas Soo grant I'm watching it all right here!!! Darling, dear, So mazed , Soo sincere!!! Mistaketh nothing, for thy monastery only can play out to thine escort lost end, Unmonogomous prelude of gratis sphere radiance!!! Countess of impurities, Traitor to mall town frivolity!!!!!

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May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

mall town shopper

Astigmatism effects many around these Sylvan parts, Where word's turn to bullets, False love flies between transpired sparks!!! Arrogancys lost child mourns mercantile traits, Wherein fears art nothing but fate , Materialist confirmed to promise!!!!! Whereth art thou mender? Lover? Dutchess!!!!!! Mentality struck down, Memory foam pounds lit to green bushes!! Maunder thy jail time feeling's, Their nights goeth short to cold!!! Thine melodramas Soo grant I'm watching it all right here!!! Darling, dear, So mazed , Soo sincere!!! Mistaketh nothing, for thy monastery only can play out to thine escort lost end, Unmonogomous prelude of gratis sphere radiance!!! Countess of impurities, Traitor to mall town frivolity!!!!!

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You're the sunlight splintering through the overcast Behind my eyes.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC

tyler-durden

Astigmatism

You're the sunlight splintering through the overcast Behind my eyes.

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Wish me away, Because my darkness can never mix with your sunshine smile, As I try to play insanity for joy the only thing that changes is the way my face looks, My poker face, Trying to play a game I'm failing at only gets me as far as hello, Or goodbye Or I'm sorry, I'm sorry for my masks, I only wear them because I can't tell if someone is doing the same to me. My insanity is my bliss and bliss has become this apology, I think I've mistaken bliss for ecstasy and I miss more than I hit because mirages are the only thing I actually see, Except for maybe your smile, With a hint of those ocean blue eyes Like the pacific tide line, I tend to find myself wishing I wasn't just one of those guys on the side lines The other side of the rainbow should I say... I guess that was my fault because I missed out when it was my time to shine so, Let me start again, Hi. I have a tendency of holding onto things that won't hold me back in return; Like your soft hands, Cause holding them gives me the hope that maybe the warmth from Your heart would maybe reach mine Maybe just maybe, And that maybe holding on would lead to our fingers being more than just platonically intertwined, That dancing with you doesn't really mean more than just friendship with me, I've mistaken my own desperation for you liking me, I'm sorry My darkness is blinding So seeing an angel take form in a blond is sight defining, Because my far sightedness mixed with my astigmatism so looking I had to walk backwards to see what was happening in front of me again, Your blinding to me The Bane of my existence is wishing for things instead of acting My tideline is a rip current I don't want to drag you down with me So wish me away, Because my past is passing into my present And I'm forgetting that the gift of today is the present, So, I need to present to you this apology Here it goes, I'm Sorry What happens now? Now this poem will wash away like me, Holding on to you is like leaving the darkness permanently, See, I have a tendency of holding onto things that won't hold me back in return, and I don't, I don't want to drag you down with me

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC

bright-promises

Wish me Away

Wish me away, Because my darkness can never mix with your sunshine smile, As I try to play insanity for joy the only thing that changes is the way my face looks, My poker face, Trying to play a game I'm failing at only gets me as far as hello, Or goodbye Or I'm sorry, I'm sorry for my masks, I only wear them because I can't tell if someone is doing the same to me. My insanity is my bliss and bliss has become this apology, I think I've mistaken bliss for ecstasy and I miss more than I hit because mirages are the only thing I actually see, Except for maybe your smile, With a hint of those ocean blue eyes Like the pacific tide line, I tend to find myself wishing I wasn't just one of those guys on the side lines The other side of the rainbow should I say... I guess that was my fault because I missed out when it was my time to shine so, Let me start again, Hi. I have a tendency of holding onto things that won't hold me back in return; Like your soft hands, Cause holding them gives me the hope that maybe the warmth from Your heart would maybe reach mine Maybe just maybe, And that maybe holding on would lead to our fingers being more than just platonically intertwined, That dancing with you doesn't really mean more than just friendship with me, I've mistaken my own desperation for you liking me, I'm sorry My darkness is blinding So seeing an angel take form in a blond is sight defining, Because my far sightedness mixed with my astigmatism so looking I had to walk backwards to see what was happening in front of me again, Your blinding to me The Bane of my existence is wishing for things instead of acting My tideline is a rip current I don't want to drag you down with me So wish me away, Because my past is passing into my present And I'm forgetting that the gift of today is the present, So, I need to present to you this apology Here it goes, I'm Sorry What happens now? Now this poem will wash away like me, Holding on to you is like leaving the darkness permanently, See, I have a tendency of holding onto things that won't hold me back in return, and I don't, I don't want to drag you down with me

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Stopping on this spinning orb, I rest a moment in a limbo room Waiting to see my eye surgeon. See him, I must. I have no options. The appointment was scheduled Prior to surgery, Prior to the removal by suction Of a lens growing opaque; Prior to insertion of magical plastic, Now clipped behind the cornea, Compensating for myopic astigmatism, Allowing me to see the whole earth And this waiting room Without spectacles, One eye alive, One eye yet blind. I have set upon a two-eyed course One eye finished, One eye waiting, "Stepped in so far, T'were as tedious to go Back as to go o'er," And though Macbeth I am not, I am stepped in And cannot retrace The course of two weeks Past or future. I am waiting in a room adjacent A place of temporary fixes... Arrested momentarily in my flight, I see a glimpse Of life-long fixations, Not a few delusions.... I am suddenly aware The sensation That I am resting here On a planet that is Only a waiting room.... That when I leave this room, I will not have left The predestined course of life, That I have not avoided Coming events Scheduled just outside, Set in motion by my choosing.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC

don-bouchard

Waiting Room

Stopping on this spinning orb, I rest a moment in a limbo room Waiting to see my eye surgeon. See him, I must. I have no options. The appointment was scheduled Prior to surgery, Prior to the removal by suction Of a lens growing opaque; Prior to insertion of magical plastic, Now clipped behind the cornea, Compensating for myopic astigmatism, Allowing me to see the whole earth And this waiting room Without spectacles, One eye alive, One eye yet blind. I have set upon a two-eyed course One eye finished, One eye waiting, "Stepped in so far, T'were as tedious to go Back as to go o'er," And though Macbeth I am not, I am stepped in And cannot retrace The course of two weeks Past or future. I am waiting in a room adjacent A place of temporary fixes... Arrested momentarily in my flight, I see a glimpse Of life-long fixations, Not a few delusions.... I am suddenly aware The sensation That I am resting here On a planet that is Only a waiting room.... That when I leave this room, I will not have left The predestined course of life, That I have not avoided Coming events Scheduled just outside, Set in motion by my choosing.

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My vision was flawed & clarity was restored astigmatism corrected giving unobstructed sight and a healthy outlook Designer frameless with compelling style & flair resting comfortably and weightless on my bridge.

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Jul 16, 2016

Jul 16, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC

allen-robinson

SPECTACLES

My vision was flawed & clarity was restored astigmatism corrected giving unobstructed sight and a healthy outlook Designer frameless with compelling style & flair resting comfortably and weightless on my bridge.

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why is it so hard to be together when we want to be even I will run away from myself but never did she - and I am he what she wants me to be tied in ourselves breathing free from this world and what it wants to see every mirror is a word showing a window and a tree a man with an axe walking in a beautiful sun-set through a sky of orange haze - dreaming about the ones gone as the night begins to wake sometimes walls become a home and the world becomes the cage if we cannot be together, my love.

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC

aviisevil

astigmatism

why is it so hard to be together when we want to be even I will run away from myself but never did she - and I am he what she wants me to be tied in ourselves breathing free from this world and what it wants to see every mirror is a word showing a window and a tree a man with an axe walking in a beautiful sun-set through a sky of orange haze - dreaming about the ones gone as the night begins to wake sometimes walls become a home and the world becomes the cage if we cannot be together, my love.

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