by Faithless Watermelon   Dec 3, 2011

They can't feel me and they don't know me.
They allure and detract but only slightly.
Chasing inexorably and compulsively,
glowing with the beauty of perfect identity.

There is no way to steel yourself entirely
from the galaxies brimming with lightless depth
that resonates with you and through you;
that only they can relay with nothing but view.

In a blink of time uncertainty is winked to life,
but they so often only reply with intense truth.
Pallid and undesired or devilishly admired;
known or not a million words have transpired.

Unable to lie yet made of stars and puzzles.
Hungry for attention or dying for ignorance;
they're colored and bright, I want them, I love them.
They're confusing and right, I have them, I need them.


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  • 10 years ago

    by Ebony Hope

    Eyes are wonderful things. You really take them to a whole new dimention in this piece though. The way you started is so gripping and the end is paralyzingly fabulous. 5/5 without a doubt.

  • 10 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    I really liked this poem. Maybe it was the flow of it or the diction, I can't pen point what exactly I just liked reading it. Nice work. -Nik

  • 11 years ago

    by Whatever works

    Wow i loved this
    especially the way you ended it
    you need them , i interpreted as needing someone els's eyes.
    but really good poem

  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    The ending really struck a chord in me- I loved how you made such colorful and intricate examples of the eye and going beyond what I would have ever observed, it brought a lot of images in my mind, and wanting to understand that depth too. Really uniquely written with character- your love and admiration for eyes is brilliant and illuminates this whole piece is a fresh way.

    "glowing with the beauty of perfect identity."

    I like how you brought together these words in this first stanza......excellent choice and I can't say anything else but it was thought-provoking and beautiful. Eyes that hold our identity :)

    Take care.

  • 11 years ago

    by BlueJay

    This piece seemed odd at first but after the first couple lines it began to make sense. There is a lot of amazing description as well as a great word choice. Excellent piece.

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