Two poems by me :)
Eyes
Upon a glance they convey perfect beauty,
Without help they define:
Happiness
Sadness
Hopelessness
Fear
Whether happy or sad they cry
Whether loving or mad they see
Without our permission
They tell everyone:
Who we are
How we are
And what we think.
You see,
These eyes of ours,
They tell us a story,
A story of happiness and sadness,
Of friends forever,
And friends forgotten.
Through our eyes we emit our soul,
The glossy film being a looking-glass
Of which we let ourselves escape.
It was within the fractions of a second
That our eyes met for the first time,
That all these truths became evident
To me.
Sleep
I can't sleep.
It's on my mind again.
You know what,
Or you don't.
I lay,
yet the transcendence
into sleep
does not come to me.
I lay
in the darkness of my room
awaiting the sleep these
tired eyes
Need.
and yes,
they Need.
what images
cause my brain to stir?
what is it up there that
allows no rest?
Frisbee playing,
excitement of events to come,
perhaps.
But I do know that sleep,
the activity in which
all I have to do is
become unconscious,
will not come.
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