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Phase, Lock, Disengage
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Outlooks on Life & People Changeling conspiracy like he proved from birth.
Eyes like that should be a curse
Depth like the shine from morning day sun
A look fresh as a day that has just begun
Beveled minded, his wisdom unshaken
Soiled his hands from meeting makes end
Studied daily for repentance out of shame
Always wondering if he'd ever be sane
The truth was they were the made crazy
And showed it upon their own making
For so long he played with their lies
Until finally one day, opened a third eye
Hues of auras infected his mind
He couldn't believe for so long he was blind
I do not think any more is
I do not think any more is needed to be added, unless you feel in your heart you could add more. Beautiful writing here, I sense deepness in it, and it's very...hmmm..sublime, I suppose. I loved it.
Maybe it's just me.
well I just don't think the title lives up to it... maybe I could just change the title. I don't know I feel like it need something...
EricaMay
Well, I've reread your poem
Well, I've reread your poem multiple times, and to me, it seems you're going for a deep blockaded and mysterious mind sorta thing, so for the title, perhaps something more mysterious but at the same time capturing light and peace, for at the end of the poem he is no longer blind...Hope that helps.