Word Not World Series
Ep.5 : Double feature, a lot of eyes.
Hello and welcome to my series called Word Not World Series, an episodical poetry anthology inspired by the words you requested from a picture I posted on my Instagram story. The most recent installment featured this beautiful picture below:
Art: Picture #1 - Van Malder /Picture #2 - Unknown, found on Pinterest
Perspective
(Word: Framed)
I am restrained from changing in your eyes,
like a caterpillar stuck under the spyglass stunted to metamorphosize,
my “ugliness” unbecoming,
and unknown from obscuring the truth with your theories.
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The Creation of Sin
(Word: Unnatural)
Then, there was Sin.
Her unravelling was swift, with every beat of her broken heart
another crack in her mortal shell,
the splinters of a shattered psyche twisting into the pulp
of her matter, twisting and twining,
threading together the tatters
to animate
a body strong enough to recover
from such damage;
a thing that makes your stomach twist
or the night quiet if you came upon it,
one that you was mutated
with some remnants of human detectable,
four legs, two arms,
manicured claws, and eyes,
so many eyes set around her head like a lions mane,
or a halo of iris glaring at all sides of her,
her breath a horrible his as she bares her fangs in the darkness
hungry to consume the righteous.
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Catacombs
(Word: Catacombs)
A house is only a home by the people who make it,
and I am no exception,
built up body by body,
exhuming their stories
and dipping into the font,
collecting the eyes
the lips
the ears
of those who lived life in the elements
naive to their mortality
so the world fills with the knowledge of what made it.
Hungry for knowledge of life above the catacombs,
funeral by funeral,
I grow by the stories of those who
haven’t told the truth yet.
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Eyes
(Word: Eyes)
Your eyes are portals to past lives,
the rings in the family tree,
delving into the dreams ancestors forgot,
family business.
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Gardens
(Word: Tulips)
The garden holds memories of nymphs,
speaking their dead language on tulips.
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(Word: Eyes)
In the eyes of an angel,
I saw her past, the reasons she prays,
the little girl smiling at me through the fogged windows,
asking me if her dad is watching her fly too.
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