BLUE

 

coiour-my-world

Blue colors my vision

with perfect precision.

It coats the sky

as hawks fly by.

Color blankets the street

and each person you meet.

Blue mist fills the air

as shadows draw near.

The blue brings us close

to what we fear most.

THE MIND’S EYE

The mind’s eye.

Portals to our souls.

Our words can hide our lies,

but our eyes can’t.

PRESENCE

I’m here.

For you.

A KEYHOLE

A thin strip of light

Filtered by our minds.

Permission granted by our eyes

To selected sights and sounds.

A narrow keyhole to the universe.

BLUE

coiour-my-world

skogafoss | roberto pavic

BLUE

It calls for me tonight.

I will close my eyes tight.

I still can see the blue.

It lights up me and you.

I open my eyes and see

what I don’t believe can be.

Mountains and water so blue,

that your face reflects it too.

ALONE IN THE DARK

I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

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

Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.

The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone, 
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the staff.

This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself. 
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming. 

A DARK COCOON

The moon passes the sun.

Morning bows out, all done.

Darkness unveils its grim poker hand

to the drum beat of the marching band.

A moment of blackness

brings fears of more darkness.

What if your life was all dark?

The sun never lefts its mark.

The mornings and nights the same,

bringing you mountains of pain.

No relief from the bleak cocoon

like digging your grave with a spoon.

Years fade and turn to dust,

your memory goes bust.

Trapped in walls of despair,

without holes for the air.

Is this living or not?

She is stuck in one spot.

Too afraid to venture outside,

a further blow to her lost pride.

She hides in the nursing home,

where she reaches for the phone.

“Help me,”​ she cries out.

No one can help out.

Lost in her dark cocoon,

where she fits like a spoon.

Waiting for death to take its flight

to a better place in the light.

FOCUS

glitchartistscollective

Mirage – Polygon1993

I need focus.

My vision is blurry.

The world appears 

as waves,

forever moving,

forever changing.

No purpose.

No reason.

I need to know why

we are here,

why am I alive.

I need focus.

TEARS FROM HEAVEN

The sun hits my face.

Clouds roll by.

Followed by raindrops.

Tears from heaven.

Between the sun and clouds

they fall.

Propelled by the soft wind.

They blur my vision.

Stop me in my tracks.

Cause me to look up.

To the heavens.

To the source.

A VISION

A VISION 

The bookstore is dark. 

I turn on the lights. 

Rows of bookcases loom tall. 

I open the curtains. 

The Florida sun flows in through picture windows. 

Bright squares fall across the floor. 

The perfect spot for comfy couches and chairs. 

A counter with stools to the right, 

where I would serve coffee and pastries. 

Book stacks to the left. 

Yes, it’s all coming alive to me. 

A bookstore/ coffee shop 

in the seaside town of Oasis. 

Little did I know of the otherworldly plans

taking place at the same time as mine. 

Plans that are in no way 

as peaceful and innocent as mine. 

THE DEAD GAME

A SPOT OF MOON

A spot of moon in my window.

A centerpiece for the blue sky.

A vision to fill my nights.

Framed for posterity in my thoughts.

A light behind my closed eyelids.

To soothe me into dreamland.

Source:meu-doce-ceu

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

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.
   
   

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

Look into my eyes.
What do you see?
Do you see a reflection
of yourself?
Do you see what I see
when I look at you?
Do you like what you see?
If not, then there’s still time
to change.
To become a better person.
What do other people see
when they look at you?

CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?

I am hiding.
I am shy.
I am camouflaged.
No one will ever find me.
Except for maybe the fly,
who insists on buzzing around me.
The sun has spotted my spots
with its rays of sunshine.
The bird is eying me with 
its black eyes.
But otherwise,
I’m safely hidden from sight.
Hidden from humans.
What am I?
Could you tell what I am?

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

blackoutraven:

Larry Carlson

What do you see?
Do you see the real you?
It can be scary at times.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

What do you see in the picture?
Do you see a flower pot?
What about a knife?
We all could be looking at the same
exact picture, and see something different.
What we see corresponds to our own
unique personalities.
What do you see?