#1
I breathe deeply as I hold my frames
To see what's meant to be seen
I close my eyes and open to a whole new world
These clear, sharp shapes disturb me
Every action caught like on security tapes
I step back
My glasses are not windows!
Not gateways to knowledge
But pathways to comprehension
I see the indecision upon their faces,
Every little thought they think
Telegraphed to my spotless windows
Their eyes trace me over
As I stare into theirs
Spotlights burning into me
Like magnifying ants
What lies within?
But as with ants I only feel scorched
And they judge who I really am.
I look away and see what I cannot, should not be seeing
A panoramic view of hypocrisy at its worst
A dying plant crushed by a coffee cup
Sallow faces of citizens
Hoping for a new beginning
But feel the beginning of the end
Awakening
Like icy water upon my flesh
The american dream?
I shudder.
Ignorance is better than wisdom
For with knowledge comes regret
As history endlessly loops on the casette player that is life
A bittersweet tale
Of forgotten love and perfect moments
Replaced with shallow pleasures
These lenses project these lessons
At fast-forward speed
I drop my glasses in the street,
And carry-on not knowing
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns...
#2
It's okay. I really like the concept. Does it have personal meaning, or did you just write it?
If you'll do crit4crit, it's in my sig.
#3
Yes, for the last five years of my life I've done everything in my power to not wear my glasses. (I can't really put in contacts) And here I was just trying to explain why. It's deeper yet, but I can't put it into words.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns...
#5
Thank you. (When I was a kid I saw some movie where a guy got his eyes gored out lol and I just don't like touching my eyes. It's not hard to do, I can do it it just takes awhile to get them in and it's not worth the trouble.)
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns...