"mydriasis" poems - Hello Poetry

Dilate my pupils, my love, my veins. (I'm) In sane- In sanity. Vanity of all around Found a friendship in the faucet Washed the powder down with bottled water stolen. Let me hold this feeling Until I can give it back to the sun Wonder when the world will wash away wishes with a whiteness Wholeness Stolen. Happiness. Swollen. Uncontrolled. Uninhibited. Why won't the world let me love the world with my madness My - driasis. Dilated so I can take essence in. Sin. Stolen.

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Apr 22, 2013

Apr 22, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC

september

Myriad. Mydriasis.

Dilate my pupils, my love, my veins. (I'm) In sane- In sanity. Vanity of all around Found a friendship in the faucet Washed the powder down with bottled water stolen. Let me hold this feeling Until I can give it back to the sun Wonder when the world will wash away wishes with a whiteness Wholeness Stolen. Happiness. Swollen. Uncontrolled. Uninhibited. Why won't the world let me love the world with my madness My - driasis. Dilated so I can take essence in. Sin. Stolen.

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A faded memory flayed. Layers peeled back unveiling Frayed old strings for a symphony of sympathy. A suffocated cacophony, he says. Let it be. A jaded sentinel slayed. Players reeled back, unfailing. Prayed for wings, but found empty of empathy. The scintillating epiphany she shares set it free. I swore I’d never be the victim. But I have been the whole time. Those words are wiser than wisdom. Her eyes grow wider with mine. A notion inspiring devotion divine. An ocean of new truths all spoken in rhyme. My Dryad’s mydriasis is something sublime.

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Aug 11, 2021

Aug 11, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC

FunSlower

My Dryad’s Mydriasis

A faded memory flayed. Layers peeled back unveiling Frayed old strings for a symphony of sympathy. A suffocated cacophony, he says. Let it be. A jaded sentinel slayed. Players reeled back, unfailing. Prayed for wings, but found empty of empathy. The scintillating epiphany she shares set it free. I swore I’d never be the victim. But I have been the whole time. Those words are wiser than wisdom. Her eyes grow wider with mine. A notion inspiring devotion divine. An ocean of new truths all spoken in rhyme. My Dryad’s mydriasis is something sublime.

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I start to howl when moonlight shimmers sharing my dinner with other myopic sinners Like the street lights, I'm turned on at night during the day, I merely sleep with my eyes open wide. Time rattles by like a late train leaving me in somber ash rain I'd run away if all signs weren't pointing at you my brain paints your face in the most beautiful blue. You never answered any of my questions I figured it all out, except for one last bastion 'cause one thing still leaves me reeling Are you really happy in your palace of reason? When you first saw his chiselled jaw and dark-haired beauty You told me: “He looks just like the guy from that one old movie!” You said he was only a friend, but those were bad lies he had long stolen your heart in a perfect heist. Now he's conquered you explored you and he won't ever share you His black hair and your black heart when two come together, one falls apart. It's not how you feel, it's just how you act and taking him into bed makes you stop being sad In crystalline sheets and colourful covers I wonder if love can only exist between lovers. In class I stare out the window or look at the girl next to you thinking “Why can't it be her? She's pretty, she's fun, she loves sports" But when you ask me if you look pretty tonight I'm just lost for words. You're the most beautiful demon I ever had to battle When you tell me I'm cute that's the *** talking to the kettle.

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC

johnny-q

Mydriasis (or: The Diluted Eyes Of A Man Who Wrote Children's Stories Containing Fascist Propaganda)

I start to howl when moonlight shimmers sharing my dinner with other myopic sinners Like the street lights, I'm turned on at night during the day, I merely sleep with my eyes open wide. Time rattles by like a late train leaving me in somber ash rain I'd run away if all signs weren't pointing at you my brain paints your face in the most beautiful blue. You never answered any of my questions I figured it all out, except for one last bastion 'cause one thing still leaves me reeling Are you really happy in your palace of reason? When you first saw his chiselled jaw and dark-haired beauty You told me: “He looks just like the guy from that one old movie!” You said he was only a friend, but those were bad lies he had long stolen your heart in a perfect heist. Now he's conquered you explored you and he won't ever share you His black hair and your black heart when two come together, one falls apart. It's not how you feel, it's just how you act and taking him into bed makes you stop being sad In crystalline sheets and colourful covers I wonder if love can only exist between lovers. In class I stare out the window or look at the girl next to you thinking “Why can't it be her? She's pretty, she's fun, she loves sports" But when you ask me if you look pretty tonight I'm just lost for words. You're the most beautiful demon I ever had to battle When you tell me I'm cute that's the *** talking to the kettle.

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