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I lost myself when I couldn't see,
For the world was blurred for me.
I couldn't see past my fingertips
So I couldn't see you, just a hop, skip,
Jump away from me.
I lost myself when I was blind.
I couldn't see that you were mine.
Instead I tested and tested you
And couldn't see, you were testing me too,
To see if I was yours as you were mine.
I lost myself when I lost my glasses
A blurry world filled with the masses.
Shoving strangers, weird looks
Everything I had, it took.
My sight was first, then my legs
As I stumbled on, again and again.
I reached out with useless arms
Hoping not to come to harm.
I lost myself
When I lost my sight.
I'll find myself
When I see what's right.
When before my eyes I see
Your silhouette before me
Holding out your arms
To which I may return.
And discover that my sight had not gone
I was never blind.
I just couldn't see
Because you were not close to me.
For the world was blurred for me.
I couldn't see past my fingertips
So I couldn't see you, just a hop, skip,
Jump away from me.
I lost myself when I was blind.
I couldn't see that you were mine.
Instead I tested and tested you
And couldn't see, you were testing me too,
To see if I was yours as you were mine.
I lost myself when I lost my glasses
A blurry world filled with the masses.
Shoving strangers, weird looks
Everything I had, it took.
My sight was first, then my legs
As I stumbled on, again and again.
I reached out with useless arms
Hoping not to come to harm.
I lost myself
When I lost my sight.
I'll find myself
When I see what's right.
When before my eyes I see
Your silhouette before me
Holding out your arms
To which I may return.
And discover that my sight had not gone
I was never blind.
I just couldn't see
Because you were not close to me.
Literature
Millions
How do you tell the story of how a million people felt?
It's like trying to put words on infinity. The telling never ends; once you've caught a thread, you find that it is inextricably bound to countless others, an incomprehensible chain of emotion, a tangled spider web, shuddering with our nympholepsy. Even pictures only tell a thousand words, and a thousand pictures could never hope to come close to the words we lacked. The media's well of words ran dry how could you say it? Activists grew docile and listless what was there to say?
Our misery was collective, but as a collective we were splintered irreconcilably, individ
Literature
The Movement
We are the stardust
Of the broken
And the damned
We are the followers
Of angels
And of sinners
We walk alone
In fields of gold
And fields of green
We are the dreams
Of all the dreamless children
But, they say
I am different
And they say
We are not the same
Look up
Watch the sky
And listen
To all the cries
Of the alone
Who shriek in vain
We are part
Of a movement
Changing the world
In a matter of words
We walk alone
In step with others
Our brothers and sisters
Though we do not know
Today
We link arms
Away, away, away
We go
Illuminating the night
With the daylight
In our souls
Today
We form reality
Today
We form the world
In a matte
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
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I'm not certain about this one. It's an attempt at rhyming, which just doesn't come naturally to me sometimes.
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I like ti! You're way better at rhyming then I am. I rhyme for maybe half the poem and then I give up. I really love this one :3