Out Beyond Ideas of Wrongdoing and Rightdoing, There is a Field. Meet Me There.

Out Beyond Ideas of Wrongdoing and Rightdoing, There is a Field. Meet Me There.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Those Hazel Eyes



The color of one's eyes is a reflection of their personality,
for me, those hazel eyes, reflect my individuality.
behind closed lids, I view a world so serene.
But looking around that's not what I see.
No one is patient, no one is kind,
No one is loving. It's all in my mind.
I wish I could repress the feelings as closed eyes.
Because those are the moments, my reality ignites.
My eye's tell a story, that no one want's to engage.
A story I need answers to,
A story of rage.
of sadness and worry, of strived love and emotion.
A Story of affection that no one seems to notice.

The color of one's eyes is a reflection of their personality.
for me, those hazel eyes, reflect my individuality.
As my eyes continue to close to a world so serene.
flashes of love, happiness, and togetherness come flowing through my dreams.
I wish for it to last, for it to never slip from me.
But that's another story, another page, another stream.
So each day I continue my journey, in hopes that it will finally last.
longing that my journey doesn't continue to repeat it's past.

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for stopping by and I am in awe at how your blog is progressing!! It looks amazing! I love this poem too...very though provoking!!

    XOXO
    Kiki

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  2. awww thanks Kiki for the kind words and stopping by, I love stopping by your blog :)

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