blind

a poet need

I thought of

what skills

I need

to be a good poet?

Is it truth, or words?

Which one shall I breed?

All that matters

is that I’m trying,

to make

your blind eyes read.

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Will We See Again

Will this night ever end?

Will this darkness ever bend?

Can these clouds above be ever torn,

To let shining light be born?

Can we be rid of this blinding blight?

Can we be again granted sight?

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Within My Own

A being sewn with fine broken lace and without any eyes

Worn and torn, thus broken and weathered by years of many lies

Clings onto the forgotten but once noticed shelf just once more

Before the time comes to be shattered by the reality and the floor

 

I dare not speak of the past and the tunes played

But to mention the emotions that filled up this now empty room ,and warmed the hearts of many, once important but now meaningless

Comes now the cold and wicked air of the fallen and betrayed

 

She begs me now not to go back,

But I must travel the past once more

The confidence was there but now today I lack

because I fail to recognize when to shut the door

 

What was now alive is long gone, and dead

As we sing for another day, while someone else loses their head

The unspeakable and unmentionable becomes now our vision

We ignore and feign ignorance to proceed with our own decision

 

Greed is right behind my shoulders

I say that I must not become like the rest of the world

I try to kill the dark behind me but wait another day once more

I ripped the happiest moments from the book of memories

to hold it dearly, but it blocks my path today as huge boulders

 

As you try to lock the door

Something whispers faintly but ever so determined to your ear

"Do not dare forget, but do not be sore."

"The present dies, but a future born does not represent fear"

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Helen Keller

I'm not a Cinderella that goes crazy for her fella
I'm not a Mary Kay girl, cause beauty fades too fast world
And knowing what I'm worth, shouldn't come inside a bottle
And superficial styles are made for superficial models
But I'm your Helen Keller with the eyes that cannot see
The black on white, the ups, the downs
In Braille so come and read me
Between the lines, love so entwined, A story with emotion
Cause for your love, I'm not above
A simple blind devotion.

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What It Is

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see

 

What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?

 

I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong

 

and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand

 

This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind

 

To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame

 

Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.

 

So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door

 

And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..

blinding power

what a sad man,

up on his throne brought up so high to not see his own flaws,

his own mistakes , he will fall,no one will remember him,

they wont remember his house or the cars he drives .

in the end his throne will fade, he will fall,

emotions fray he will flee only to be stabbed by reality, realizing he was blind the hole time .

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tags:

Desert

Folder: 
Love

Sunlight blinds you

Burns my eyes

Hard to think this

Is Paradise

It’s far too bright

For us to see

As I am cooled

By a breeze

Diamond sparkle

From the sand

Rainbow light

Across the land

Desert beauty

But still cool

For my wonder

The sight is fuel

I look at you

You look at me

In the shade

Of a palm tree

That we’re under

I gaze in wonder

I can’t believe I have the power

To hold the love of this desert flower

All alone we are together

Will we ever leave?

Never

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Blind love~realized disguise~rap of life~line~time

aches & pains sever the line.

the train i've been tryin' to ride,

came off the tracks.

so here I am,

i'll just sit back on this dirt ground,

the air is thick with fog, while the sky cries,

there's a blue & black cloud bringin' me down..

 

money burning all around, while you starve & whine-

out of food now.. without love you've spent too much time.

i'm not a mother fucking slot machine,

so quit shoving in your two, three, four, five cents,

i'll spit it right back out!

 

while you're at home, feeding your addictions..

greed, alcohol, drugs & sex.. 

i'll be taking care of all these convictions.

you're not good at fuckin manipulation,

cause in your words I can taste it,

the lies you've coughed out,

fucking corn syrup, cough syrup,

preservatives, fucking sick shit. 

disgusting scent, you reek of dishonesty.

 

I never believed in you, cause you never believed in me.

i'll be gone before you can count to 3.. 

never again will you see me..

 

blind, kind, innocent blackness seeping into your mind..

darkness consumes, your night is full of gloom.

into the heavens you cannot see, 

because the pits of hell have taken over,

run away, lest it devours me.

 

sorry I couldn't help you,

the rope you tied around my neck got worn & broke.

so to this i'll take a toke, 

the sheets were torn,

your eyes bled melting plastic,

& your heart withered in scorn... 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

unusual of me, but I was really feeling some rap music today... & felt inspired. so here's the product. not that great but it speaks for me.

4.11.13