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I had a guest last night,
he crawled on top of me,
chose the best spot
to force himself in,
his eyes
so curiously mounted
on his shoulders
working their way
deep into me
Poems on the topic: eye
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Eileen walks slow
in an empty
place
breathe around her, the
world is off to four
directions, and I wait
and I listen for her
to come by branches
in forest where I'm hidden.
who she is, who
ever she will be
I wait in the corner
of her eyes.
rabbit cross shadow line in field frostcover,
marmot under the stone
coon begging in Yosemite Valley
* * *
The first eye opens by the sun's warmth to stare at it
The second eye is ripped open by an apothecary and
propped with toothpicks, systems and words
I only know there may be more because one hurts
when I think too much
The first eye is blind
there is no other
Private Dance Structures 1
Put your feet on the floor
do not consider them
consider your knees, bend them
lift one foot off the floor place it somewhere
consider touching toes, touch them any old way
Sigh, bunches of sighs
consider your complete self in a long mirror
consider your left eye carefully
keep your eye on your left eye and slide
it all the way down the mirror.
Minding the Store
a little while, you will be here -
the kittens broke yr glass swan,
that was given to you
only yesterday.
that, & our last vase.
like myself:
when i think of us
on such a narrow
edge -
we dance around each other's skin
to touch; peace,
our minds touch.
we stored all our fears in the basement,
among the books & papers we have no use for
& leaned, 1 on the other -
i found i needed you.
* * *
and now I can't even look you in the eye
August 10th, 2015
Your eyes were the sea
And just like the sea
They swallowed me
They were beautiful in ways that people wouldn't understand
But too dangerous with ways that seemed impossible
And I let them consume
And I kept sinking and sinking
Baby
You were the most beautiful way I could drown
Death
Black
Black looks like a life leaving a man’s eyes
Black sounds like the last whisper of breath
Black smells like death is coming
Black taste like decaying flesh
Black is the feeling you get at the end of it all
Blue Eyes
I once colour a white paper with just shades of blues.
I then grew up with my favourite colour, blue.
The sky is blue,
The blue Butterfly Pea Flower is blue,
And so does the tea.
I then dream of a girl,
Who had the most rarest shade of blue eyes.
I wish she was here,
Just because of her blue eyes.
I hope that girl,
Was real.
I just wanted to be friends with her,
Forever.
In love
I looked into her eye and i saw the entire universe hiding inside. I was in love. I thought she felt the same. She said I was her world but she was my galaxy.
Andy
His eyes held a million emotions, a lot of love.
His hair was a beautiful soft wavy bunch
His smile brightened up a room
But he rarley let that show
He was a gem that tried to blend
And for a moment, he succeeded
His stare was a glare, hard and cold like winters nights
But his eyes held, wanting.
Wanting of love, wanting of
happiness, wanting of a family.
So, I hope one day we reunite
For hopeless it may beI'll be here with an open heart
pathfinder
on the autumn riddled wound path
to my home, the reddened leaves
crack and falter under my footsteps,
fragile facade of beauty trembling under
my crushing abyss, sinking, fall's composed
magic crumbles under my solemn weight.
ghosts of smells i once loved fill the air.
letting the ashy air grasp my empty hands,
i feel a sincere warmth from within,
radiating, sinking in and becoming one,
unfaltering unlike the ground beneath me,
steady, fortified, safe; an unshakable foundation.
the world is still painted in the same monochrome
as it always has been; the four seasons change
just as how my feelings falter as they pass by.
but all i can have now is the homely scent
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