Among the poems I have written, this poem is one of the closest to reality. What I'm trying to say is that I have the habit of watching details among passing people. Watching people walk, watching people do things, watching people smile, watching people make mistakes, watching people handle problems, watching people live the best of their lives. In return, I receive the most passionate longing that I can feel, the ineffable urge to wish upon an impossible fate, the uncertain desire to live with the chance of perfection. This conflagration hurts me in the most silent and deleterious way possible, leaving the darkest of ashes in my hand and the most depressing of memories in my reality. It feels that way, and the truth is, I've watched a lifetime.
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A view of joy:
From the hill of the cheek
To the open of smile
To the detail of sketch
And to things for a while,
There I capture joy,
Into the eye
Into the brain
Into the love,
The stroke of pain
A view of gloom:
From the swing of the hand
To the wisp of the hair
To the sobs of the tear
And the cries everywhere,
There I capture gloom,
Into the eye
Into the brain
Into the love,
The stroke of pain
A view of action:
From the gesture of mouth
To the posture of stand
To the gossip that talk
And reactions uncanned,
There I capture action,
Into the eye
Into the brain
Into the love,
The stroke of pain
A view of reflection:
From the gaze of afar
To the forest of peace
To horizon at dawn
And the dusk of the seas,
There I capture reflection,
Into the eye
Into the brain
Into the love,
The stroke of pain
A view at the middle:
From the west, where I find
To the east, where I act
To the ties, to the bounds
And d'sire, split a pact,
There I capture confusion
Into the eye
Into the brain
Into the equator of pain
A view unknown:
From the days that affect
To the nights that release
To collection of hearts
And to things that don't cease
There I capture reality
Into the eye
Into the brain
Into the universe of pain
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
