BRIGHT EYES

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BRIGHT EYES

Bright eyes look out at me

from a jungle of trees.

Leaves rustle in the soft wind

or from some movement within.

I must get out of here.

I can not take this fear.

I am lost in the green see.

This isn’t where I want to be.

I left the party to open a closed door,

and here I am about to hit the floor.

I’m surrounded from each side.

There’s no place for me to hide.

A creepy plant is bowing to me.

It wants to take a bite out of me.

How did this party turn to hell?

I can now hear the dinner bell.

I’m sure it is ringing for me.

Dinner I will now come to be.

THE MIND’S EYE

 

 

The mind’s eye.

What can you see in a person’s eyes?

Can you see a glimpse of their emotions?

Maybe a little sadness with

a drop of anger thrown in.

What about happiness

and a sparkle of laughter?

Eyes are portals to our souls.

They accurately reveal

who we really are.

We can hide in our words

and facial expressions,

but we can’t hide our eyes.

Liars are said to look to the left

as they recount their false tales.

So the next time you’re speaking

with someone,

check their eyes.

See if their eyes

match their words.

I bet they won’t.

NIGHT FEARS

 

Who sits on my shelf

each and every night?

Who casts long shadows

on my shelf and wall?

Not there at day

but only at night.

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

A hooded figure,

its face lifting to me.

The hood falls back

to a face as dark as night.

Eyes shine red,

burning a hole right through me.

Source:

A QUIET SPOT

In a quiet spot.

On a soft chair.

In the sun’s spotlight.

I will read a book.

Eyes wide open.

Mind set to explore.

Sunlight streaming in.

I will read a book.

Hands trembling.

Tears falling.

Sun warming my body.

I will read a book.

Source:

THE BIRD

 

The bird waits.

Sitting on its perch.

Eyes to the wind.

What is he waiting for?

Will he know when he sees it?

Wait.

His wings are spreading out.

About to take flight.

He lets out a screech.

He’s looking…

He’s looking at me.

Time to go.

LOST TO THIS WORLD

Wrzaski. by narva on DeviantArt

 

 

I’ve seen what I should’ve have seen.

My eyes won’t close for sleep.

My heart refuses to stop racing.

My tears have dried up.

My blood boils hot and steamy.

I’m lost to this world.

I’ll soon be one with the next.

THE DEAD GAME

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FACELESS

 

What are we without our faces?

Without our distinctive features.

No eyes to see the morning sun.

No mouth to sing a lullaby.

No nose to smell baking cookies.

We would be mere strokes of color.

A dripping rainbow of hues.

CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

Coyote(Canis latrans), Nevada. [2048×1931]

Source: http://i.imgur.com/v7b4qLU.jpg

 

He comes in the dark night.

Before the morning light.

Grey is the color of his large eyes.

He can see as far as the crow flies.

He is a gorgeous creature of the night.

He is much too scary upon first sight.

As I courageously draw near.

He backs away to disappear.

HIDING BY BEING GREEN

 

I’m hiding by being green.

On this leaf I won’t be seen.

My orange eyes are watching you.

But yours can’t see me in the dew.