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People often call eyes the windows to the soul. But what exactly do we see when we gaze into the eyes of another?


A mess of gorgeous chaos


Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start


Through these windows the truth lies
Emotionally nothing hides
Clear for all too recognize
Displayed to the world in ones eyes


Evident are anger, lust and surprise
Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise
Happiness, sorrow, and confusion
Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion

To gaze deeply is an intense moment
For the eyes are a intimate component
Although prominent noticed by all
Often the feature hardest to recall


Empty soul

Posted: May 16, 2015 in Art, Literature, Moon, Photography, Poetry, Poets, Solemn, Women

Looking at my hands stained with lies
I can’t talk with these blurred lines
Don’t know the answer
What to do what to feel
I’m crying and I cannot stop
I look towards the sky
Searching for an answer
I want to be free of this life this lie
I just want to be myself…by myself


Everyday I shed a tear for the life I need but will never have.

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  “There was a reason 
she was so romantic about the moon. 
It never asked her questions or begged for the answers, 
nor did she have to prove herself to it. 
It was always just there,
breathing, shining, 

and in ways most humans can’t understand: 

listening. “

Christopher Poindexter