"veiwed" poems
Your eyes shine brighter
Than the milky way veiwed from Shenandoah
And twinkle more
Than all of the attacks and special effects in anime
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
She ended are chapter and i started the page pouring the soul in the cracks of a illusion .
Covering over are truths to erase are lies does the sunset hide all its beauthy?
Do rains flood lands to bury the wrongs once shown clearly as scars bleached by sun now decayed within darkness.
You can never own a moment claims of the vain are but attempts to hide the harsh reality.
I never let her see through my eyes as i will not allow you to know the man beyond the page.
Whatever you imagine is far more than what i will ever be .
Leave me hollow to fill in the expectations .
I wrote her out
she walked away
The story is a creation .
Life inspired me in some other way.
Nothing hides your pains better than a simple mystery.
She read my words when at that moment she abandoned remorse.
Art is best veiwed from a distance.
Edges best remain sharp .
And the reader a excepted intrusion.
Nobody wins today
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
Wake, eat, sleep.
wake, eat sleep.
A documentation of my current existence.
Emotion has become a foreign word to me,
Replaced with simply nothingness.
No longer is the red which would burn my body,
when I saw him with her, smiling smiles of honey.
Gone is the blue, drowning me in her sadness
when I thought of all the people who have turned their backs on me
decided they were finished with me
those who were supposed to love me unconditionally.
"Goodbye" said I to yellow who would drizzle me in her warmth
when I veiwed the light shining though the trees
as birds sang , voices ringing with her colour.
For now I fly through life on auto-pilot,
never stopping to feel the sun kissing my cheeks so sweetly,
never stopping to feel the wind nipping my nose so harshly,
never stopping to feel.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sent away from the creature whom I lended all my affections
The world embraced a dreary monochrome
Shaking on substances I tried to forget
On a stage clothed in black and red
Soul running out my nostril, now it can never speak
Education is terrifying throughout timelines in which we feel tormented through hollow images of souls veiwed in hallways
And the ruby back of me, when remarks you can both discover and see
Smelling isolation with apathy
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
Wait, pause, dont panic;
Not all mirrors reflect the soul.
There's beauty hidden deep within,
Every beasty thing that exists.
And ugliness is a trait of beauty.
Unseen and unheard in fairy tales.
Everthing made of star dust,
Has something magical within.
All snow whites are not fair;
And every prince isn't charming.
Nothing other than the black.
Could satisfy the moonless dark.
Every ugly, earthy seed contains;
An unborn beautiful flower.
Until it doesn't die of suffocation;
It doesn't reproduce beauty.
While cherishing the beauty of the flower
Why ignore the cause is the seed's sacrifice?
Would it be still an eye treat;
If the seed hadn't died a terible death?
Arnt abstract arts masterpeices;
Like the others present in the gallary?
Dont trust mirrors
They only reflect the phyical appearance,
Not the beauty of the soul.
Everthing is beautiful;
When veiwed from different angle;
From different point of veiw;
Not the one which we are accustomed to see from.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC