We keep our eyes shut
in fear
of what we might see
of ourselves...
we keep our ears closed
for fear
of what we might hear
our heart says...
when our hands shiver
when our mind hesitates -
we know
we know
what we do not want to know...
Snakes don't close their eyelids
'Coz snakes can't close their eyelids.
Fused, the eyelids keep the eyes open
From birth to postmortem.
Perhaps, as the rest of the body rots away,
The eyeballs would lie there forever,
Twinkling like forlorn stars.
Scared of the vacant look of death,we
Scramble to pull down our dead's eyelids.
Perhaps, if we didn't,
they would light up stars
In somebody else's eyes...
My ears are rattled,
Pained by the volume,
Plugs to prevent damage,
The silence is deafening,
Not a sound can be heard,
Not a word nor a laugh,
Left for me to interpret,
The silence is deafening,
Not a thought is uttered,
Not an emotion expressed,
No tone of voice,
The silence is deafening,
I look you straight in the eyes,
Express how I feel,
No reaction is given,
The silence is deafening,
Kind and loving,
Generous and nurturing,
Hard-working and wise,
Good with elders and children,
Laid back and funny,
Loyal and honest,
Close to her family,
Confident yet modest,
Communicative and patient,
As personable as one can get,
Sweet and diligent,
Can get along with anyone,
Never takes for granted,
Appreciates the little things,
Doesn’t become complacent,
Loves me for me,
Big creatures.
With smaller eyes.
Solid creatures.
With see-through eyes.
Cold creatures.
And happy eyes.
Warm creatures.
Dead eyes.
Silent creatures
Stern eyes.
Fuzzy creatures,
murky eyes.
Crowdy creatures,
Enlightened eyes.
Hollow creatures.
souless eyes.
Focus. Flashlight. Snapshot.
Life treats us unkind,
we all suffer from no might,
there's no escape... no, there's not.
Hiding and seeking,
playing games when we were young,
showing each other tongues;
When our eyes should be shut, we were peeking.
When we should be peeking, our eyes are now shut,
our tongues have changed into fingers,
that magical feeling that lingers
is gone with lots of hiding, yet no seeking. Cut.
I could use a million different things to describe you
I could use all the cliches
but they won't do you justice
your blue eyes don't look like the ocean
rather like the colour of the certain lake from a childhood memory
your brown hair isn't like sweet chocolate
it is the exact colour that makes my heart well up to big in my chest
you're so much more than descriptions
or any poems could relate to
there is something about you that isn't like the other people in literature
your eyes are a different blue
your hair is a different brown
your laugh is a different sound
nobody will ever understand the magic that you propell
for simple words could never be you
The teardrops run down,
And fall of her nose,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes
You can follow the tracks,
From her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
And her eyes tell a story of anger and pain,
You think that she's happy,
But look again,
Her smile is now painted,
She's a master of disguise,
But you can see it all,
Just look into her eyes.
I lie awake
Hoping, praying
You will turn to me
Look at me with those loving eyes
But you never do.
Every time I hope
It never comes true.
I don't know why I have restless nights
Thinking maybe, just maybe
You would hold me tight in your arms again
I don't know why
It affects me
Or why you affect me
The way you do
But the truth is
That is only the tip
My eyes looked into yours.
Was I accidentally falling for you?
Little did I know that I was.
Your dreams ran into mine.
Was it a coincidence?
We were very similar.
I never thought I would need you so much.
Who knew that your time would change all of mine?
I never planned for these moments with you.
she has little
innocent demons
inside her eyes,
and they recklessly
play with matches.
--I've never seen sparks so
pretty
eyes go thinly
of time and the coming
light backing up on us and
crawl of circumstance: people
everywhere
displacing air as if
belonging to them
and I
displacing air as if
belonging to me.
outrageous dream of
symmetry / crack
but close to the place
where vision stands: the walk
the run
of signs, crumbling habit.