Poetry

My eyes

It is my eyes

that tell me

you look beautiful

but my mind

insists

on knowing

what lays beneath

the chemicals

that hang

off your skin

25

Cry

When i look

through these bars

of your disign

when i feel the sun

through the window blinds

when i smell

fresh air

when you open the door

i bow my head

and cry

alittle more

16

Truth

When it is centralized

and compartmentalized

when it is chained

behind closed doors

when it is brutalized

and stigmatized

then their illusion

has now

become yours

100

Flame

We are given

fools gold

and like a moth

to a flame

we fly

42

Look

Look at me

tell me

What do you see

is it something

that you want

is it something

that you need

Look at me

tell me

do you believe

if you wish

to be you

then come with me

12

Safe

Do we not live

in the ruins

of past pious words

do we not tread

the polluted waters

of today

do we not try

to keep afloat

while we hide the fear

of drowning out here

looking

for a place

thats safe

77

The hand

It is the hand

that holds me

it is the hand

i touch

it is the hand

that calms me

it is the hand

i love

17

Deny

Do you know

where you go

when you sleep

with those hollow eyes

that deny the rights

of the thoughts

that had a dream

56

What is it

Tell me

what is it

that you hide

behind that broken smile

that you keep

beyond your harts reach

that you found

that breaks your vow

of being

what you think

89

When

When self delusion

is stripped

from your bones

who are you

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