SIT ALONE IN THE DARK

SIT ALONE IN THE DARK

“I sit alone in the dark.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.

Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND

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   DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND
   
   A room full of books.
   You can feel them with your fingertips.
   But you can’t see a single word.
   Your senses are sensitized.
   Every single noise is amplified.
   But you can’t see light.
   Or colors.
   You are blind.
   In a world full of color.
   Your fingertips lead you.
   Your senses guide you.
   Darkness is your only friend.
   
   

A WINDOW

A window to the world.
A window to beauty.
To snow-capped mountains.
To swan-filled lakes.
To pounding waves of the ocean.
To fields of flowers.
To adventure.
To romance.
Open the window.
Open your mind
to the possibilities.
Wake up your senses.
Can you see the rocks
along the shore?
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
Can you feel the hot sun
on your face?
Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?
Can you taste the salty air?
I can.

A FACE

A nose.
A mouth.
Two eyes.
A face.
What does it add up to?
Does it reveal the person inside?
Can you feel his heart?
Enjoy his humor?
Feel his pain?
See the world
through his eyes?
A person is not
the sum of his parts.
His parts add up to
much, much more.

NIGHT WALK

plasmatics-life:

Night Walk - {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}

A walk alone in the dark.
Feel the cold.
Smell the trees.
Hear the snow falling.
Watch the stars sparkle.
Engage all your senses.
No interference.
No voices.
No noises.
Only clean, fresh air.
And you.

THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

Feel it.
Smell it.
Experience it.
Nothing like it.

NEVER STOP

Lift your face to the sky.
Pump hard with your feet
as you soar higher.
Higher than you can by
merely standing on the ground.
The world has so much to offer.
So much to see, hear, and feel.
Places to explore.
People to meet.
Never look down.
Just keep reaching
higher and higher.
Never stop.
And never give up.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

acrylicalchemy:

Midnight Dancer (Take Me Away)
Michael Carini | Acrylic on Panel | 60” x 48” | 2010

Life is beautiful.
The colors and patterns to be found.
Textures abound from soft to rock solid.
Sounds radiate through the air
from strands of music to soft cries.
The tastes to be experienced from
the different foods across the world.
If you take the time to see, hear, and taste,
the possibilities can be endless.

MEOW!

I’m watching you.
I see and hear everything
you say and do.
And I have a great memory.
Cats are all powerful and all-seeing.
Remember that.
Meow!

THE MAJESTY OF NATURE

gothdollysedits:

✙.¸¸. ✶ ✪ *☽ ✪ ☾

The majesty of a thunderstorm.
It could be destructive.
It could also be beautiful.
Sit back and watch.
But be careful to watch from a safe distance.

drxgonfly:

Winter Magic (by DreamValley)

Nature brings us sweet magic everyday.
Everyday of our lives we can see, hear,
and smell this magic.
We just need to open our eyes, hearts, and minds.

So simple.
So perfect.
So artistic.
The beauty of nature.

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Beauty can be found everywhere.
Even on dirty, city streets.
All you need is your imagination
and anything can be accomplished.

THE DEAD SEE, HEAR, AND SPEAK NO EVIL

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

THE DEAD hear no evil,
speak no evil,
and see no evil;
however, they do much evil.
Come and visit THE DEAD GAME.

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LISTEN

detestably:

A beautiful castle.
It stands alone and deserted.
What stories could it reveal to us?
How many lives have passed through
its majestic halls?
Has there been dancing in its rooms?
Or have sadness and death pervaded
its stone walls?
Go inside and listen to its story.
Listen to the sighs and whispers,
emanating from its dark rooms.
What do you hear?
I can hear both sadness and joy
mixed together in its soft sighs.
All you have to do is listen.

HEAR THE MUSIC

HEAR THE MUSIC

statues-and-monuments:

statues-and-monuments
Paris Opera House by Michael Maniezzo 
Paris, France

Even when it’s deserted,
you could still hear the music
and the sounds being played.
Close your eyes and imagine.