"sightlessness" poems
You articulate in swift flight, confidence soaring,
plenitude of words, justly convincing.
Floating on breathless wind between here and there.
Fumbling with sense, coherence of purpose
between twisted bed sheets, whispering pillows;
In the freeze frame static of moonless nights.
I feel the yearning burn towards hoping truth
in a splintering fire against which I warm;
crackling up all your feathers, and concord.
In the daylight you scatter ordinance together,
recklessly aspiring to repair undoing damage:
Wings stunted irrevocably through flailing flighted dreams.
Unknown weighted obstacles glide courageously in hurtled silence,
sideways across the cool air of this post-nested room;
Waiting for gold and diamonds to appear, glorified.
The slightest movement uttered punctures you,
a soggy blown balloon squirting off these walls-
dexterity lays useless on this love-laden floor.
I stare at you spewed inanimately,
like splattered spaghetti in a fitting rage,
across the boards of our echoing abode.
Depths of sightlessness reveal tentatively:
There exists no place for a soul
on the unstable face of the dead.
Oct 25, 2009
Oct 25, 2009 at 2:29 PM UTC
It’s been said that infatuation makes for a fast spiral down to
sightlessness. But do you say the blind cannot see? I bear no
mind to mere optics for I need not the sense to possess the
sight. I have your radiance with me, branded to the backs of my
lids for I cannot help but have you always until the next time
I look upon you. With a clutch of my hand you have me at
your will. You present this present with your presence and I
shall honor this with my eyes, never to shield whilst I have
you before me. Consumed I become as you lay me down
beneath the leaves. Take all you will from me for I shall
remain exposed to your desires.
My gaze wandered up and found the leaves on fire. There
was no smoke; there was no fear for we had been the fire
all along. The flames of yours and mine together had
consumed the air of our yesterdays, leaving nothing to look
back on and ceasing the urge to look forward; we were here,
existent, ready to ignite once more. This surge required
naught save for the breaths of yours and mine to chance;
your breath compelling this sealed backdraft longing for
indulgence, growing wild with every touch, every scent,
every taste of your delicate tongue as it wrapped in mine.
The embers knew nothing of destruction but rather renewal
of that which I had longed for.
I once believed it foolish to feel the same with another
synchronously. A belief I now find fault in for just as the
two flames who dance incoherently; once they touch they
become unified in their brilliant engagement, creating a
distinct cohesion that most will undoubtedly remain unaware
to. It is that moment, that paradise we search for. A sensation
that last a moment but for those without sight, a single
moment becomes the ultimate reality of eternity; a single slice
in our whole of existence which we stay hungry for. So look
no further for I am close at hand. We have already set this
world ablaze and altered the realm of our tomorrows. It is now,
in this very moment where we shall get a taste of eternity and
there will never be anyone more adequate to share this paradise
with other than that who makes me sightless.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
Human Incubation
The world painted us with mud and it harden
She allowed us to see beyond the cracked dirt
Even though millions denied their own worth
She recognized that our path belong to us
Everything in us is beautiful even when life is ugly
She didn’t permit us to play victim
Our wickedness is only a distortion due to self-hatred
She promoted love through pain
I know sightlessness can still bring forth opportunity
She knew change was absolutely essential to move foreword - FK
Rest easy Maya Angelou.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
I feel like i can see
after a moment of sightlessness.
Delighting in the little things
Like an unexpected smile
An all encompassing hug.
It fills me up and i float
On a cloud of meaning,
A little less that i don't know.
If nothing makes sense anymore
At least i can muster a smile.
I want to listen to the wind sing
Dance as it blows the figs and leaves.
I want to fly,
I could almost step off a ledge.
Drawing on strength from within
Absorbing pain from without.
I shudder from the pain of the oppressed
Unable to step out of jail
Shackled to hopelessness
Stuck in a third rate jail.
You hold the key to Destiny
If only you could cut loose your fears
Of failure, rejection and doom.
You need a friend to believe in you,
Share your dreams.
Go out to the highest point you can find
Rage at the world.
I am here! I belong!
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
My soul aches,
Like a brain suffering from tumor.
My soul breaks,
Like that of a new day,
Telegraphing my tears along with dolor,
Sormoning the beams of the sun each day.
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So I sought this healer amongst waters,
Where birds sings and monkeys dance
Along the boulevards of blindness,
In a great hall of fame and great matters.
And herds converged, minds convened
Only with the Polaroids of sightlessness.
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Like a drunkard she prays,
Welcome! Welcome! she says,
To an abode of hypocrisy, jealousy, blasphemy and misery.
The therapeutic healer, healing in agony,
Dealing in the paradise of nightmares.
With me your fears shall fall like that of a lost boy's tears
And your pain meet the sweetening balm of my embrace.
She would make a good gift in heaven,
But even a better bribe in hell.
Balogun David {drunk poet}
Drunk Poets Society
© 2017
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
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Oh! wicked vicious blindness,
pleasant part of darkness,
Softly called sightlessness.
Your symbol is blackness,
Oh! wicked blindness.
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Bearing the least resemblance of white,
Stagger and stumble becomes ultimate,
Best friend turns to be the dark night,
Lightlessness's the only thing you await.
Oh! wicked blindness.
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The very moment they become blind,
Then, sight declined, death affined.
they begin to see the never seen,
For them, the seeings go no theme.
Oh! wicked blindness.
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My only saviour is the Ear,
No ground for delight in ******
why?. Sorrow is all I hear,
In both physical and spiritual.
Oh! wicked blindness.
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Hello! To all the sightless fellow,
Known and Unknown in sorrow.
With you, I do feel the pain,
With Maker, we'll break the chain.
And the lightning sight, we'll regain.
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To hell with the wicked, vicious Blindness..
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Okoye Chikamso (Mr_Focus)
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm done being broken
The unrequited love I've spoken
The nights where the only love I felt was in the drugs I was tokin’
The days I spent making others happy because I was jokin’
But in reality I had gave up hope and just needed someone to listen for a moment.
I'm done being broken
Cause im not
I'm more than the scars
The bruises
The road rash from cruisin’
With those who pushed me out
Cause when I doubt
God reminds me
“Come and find me”
“Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”
Weak, we thirst for things of odd and in this sightlessness; all these flings rally tattered love upon you.
I'm done being broken
The unrequited love I've spoken
The nights where the only love I felt was in the drugs I was tokin’
The days I spent making others happy cause I was jokin’
But in reality I had gave up hope and just needed someone to listen for a moment.
Just listen
Sense what your missin’
And make it your mission
To make life your ***** and end the wishin’
Cause we're done being broken
So here's to hope and your soul being awoken.
Cause we're done being broken
The unrequited love we've spoken
The nights where the only love we felt was in the drugs we were tokin’
The days we spent making others happy cause we were jokin’
But in reality we had gave up hope and just needed someone to listen, for a moment.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
What genius evening keeps secret and moribund...
His foot falls echo the chill of November deep
Tapping, clapping, wrapping
His man heavy fragility in wool
How distant and suddenly wide is the night.
What shrewd skills fear casts--a mask,
That evening keeps him wary, attentive as wax,
For Shadows shed no comfort for this lamb,
His rhythm once lord of the dance.
Pulsing toes as eyes flash to every creak, whispers;
The Depth of sightlessness made paranoid
by twisted twilight shapes, shifting, nerves frozen with haste…
His weakness, not knowing, a pallid winter on his face.
Even now the slow climb upon his back
Carried by the slip of a breeze laying waste,
A soundtrack of dead leaves and black.
His foot falls stomping to clash and map
A stroll as reality saves nothing sincere, when fear
Deepens in his bones resolve to panic...
What genius a weapon: dark flights of fancy
And the conditioning of youth to preconceive,
Strange and delicate spaces between the ears
Defeated before finding a sure foot
Before reaching a well lit street
Familiar and familial suburbs of a mind
Diminished by the subterfuge of fear…
His foot falls turn a corner
And the sound of concrete and conflict
Disappear…
SUBTERFUGE
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Advance, one step, alone in time
Composing, soft, a feral rhyme
Plucking soul, from here and there
Dispelling forth, the bleak despair....
Hold thy arm up to the light
Effortlessly, quelling fright.
Bray thy challenge, to the foe
Tapping white cane, as you go....
For sightlessness is born a death
Especially, should self pity quest.
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 1:40 PM UTC
And as I feel your presence
Receding behind me,
Unable to turn around
I freeze
Unable to take a step forward
A step away from you.
And yet you continue to recede
My nonchalant facade
Fading away with you
And I close my eyes
Knowing when I turn around
You'd have disappeared
Leaving darkness in your place,
Sightlessness
Soundlessness...
Lost to a place
Where I can't reach out
And sense your warm memory.
So I don't turn around.
I don't let my emotions flow,
Slowly opening my eyes
To the sight of a grey
Barren world again.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
I close my eyes
massage my eyelids
see impossible impressions
of the pressure
become spherical
abstractions
distorted shapes
rippling in the void
of sightlessness.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
There's a beauty in darkness that isn't always noticed.
When you become void of one of your senses,
when the water of sightlessness hungrily rushes your lungs, and you acclimate yourself to the fact that the fear can only last for so long,
you will be freed from the burdens of sight.
From the overbearing pictures of the outside world
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC