Your eyes look out at me.No thoughts echo in my mind nor words speak aloud to me.I hope these are okay, Pris.Best wishes,Annie
He said, "Well, blow me over the head," so I did.Well, all blood and eyes I am.
Three chickadees on my head.Two trees on my eyes.I ran out of cantaloupes today.
Before I wake, your facefractures, eyes multiplyto see every secret thing
That was the night he tore out their eyes, left blood on the violets.
the line break is between their and eyes. No idea why it isn't there.
is this what i seethis is a world of knowingand knowing, made entirely of eyes
You guys are amazing! From the sensual to the lyrical to the surreal to gore. I love it!
look within the broken glassand see me looking outof yesterday
Avid admirationPatterns perceptionNullifying into nimbus negatives.
These are all really craative and good!
Two minds in one alone in the darkspawn the roaming eyesof yearning.
Jim, I like!
The roaming eyes are a symbolin an art piece I did. I wonderif they are used that way elsewhere. The eyes that arenot tied to the obligationsof your one body...
Eyes like benedictions like snakes like holes in threads invert a dream andwhen we runwe start at the other end of sleep
She told me I'd been born wearing a caul.
You guys are coming up with some great ones!
the negative diagonals back throughher history, first kiss, first yearbook,new notebook blinking its bright white empty first page.xx.www.salvagingit.blogspot.com
Hi anonymous,I went to your blog. It's good. I hope you keep writing in it. You're now in my 'blogs I follow' list below my links list.
Your eyes look out at me.
ReplyDeleteNo thoughts echo in my mind nor words speak aloud to me.
I hope these are okay, Pris.
Best wishes,
Annie
He said, "Well, blow me over the head," so I did.
ReplyDeleteWell, all blood and eyes I am.
Three chickadees on my head.
ReplyDeleteTwo trees on my eyes.
I ran out of cantaloupes today.
Before I wake, your face
ReplyDeletefractures, eyes multiply
to see every secret thing
That was the night he tore out their eyes, left blood on the violets.
ReplyDeletethe line break is between their and eyes. No idea why it isn't there.
ReplyDeleteis this what i see
ReplyDeletethis is a world of knowing
and knowing, made entirely of eyes
You guys are amazing! From the sensual to the lyrical to the surreal to gore. I love it!
ReplyDeletelook within the broken glass
ReplyDeleteand see me looking out
of yesterday
Avid admiration
ReplyDeletePatterns perception
Nullifying into nimbus negatives.
These are all really craative and good!
ReplyDeleteTwo minds in one alone in the dark
ReplyDeletespawn the roaming eyes
of yearning.
Jim, I like!
ReplyDeleteThe roaming eyes are a symbol
ReplyDeletein an art piece I did. I wonder
if they are used that way
elsewhere. The eyes that are
not tied to the obligations
of your one body...
Eyes like benedictions like snakes like holes in threads
ReplyDeleteinvert a dream and
when we run
we start at the other end of sleep
She told me I'd been born
ReplyDeletewearing a caul.
You guys are coming up with some great ones!
ReplyDeletethe negative diagonals back through
ReplyDeleteher history, first kiss, first yearbook,
new notebook blinking its bright white empty first page.
xx.
www.salvagingit.blogspot.com
Hi anonymous,
ReplyDeleteI went to your blog. It's good. I hope you keep writing in it. You're now in my 'blogs I follow' list below my links list.