Extrasensory Perception (Pt2)
Some of you have tried my extrasensory perception test. Nearly all have failed as you would have guessed.
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Some of you have tried my extrasensory perception test. Nearly all have failed as you would have guessed.
#acrostic Maybe there is an explanation, You all seem to demand one, Seeing all these mysterious signs, Trying to spoil the fun.
I saw an ugly couple Walking down the street I know you shouldn't judge Beauty is only skin deep They looked so very happy Utterly in love Clinging to each other, two Misshaped peas in a pod I know...
M irages in the mirror, I t's a twisted game that's played. you R eally should look one way, instead R eflections morph and change.
Disabled, imperfect and inaccurate to look through colour blind eyes...
Seconds Minutes Hours Pass Take A Step Through The Looking Glass Delusions Illusion Step Towards Confusion Tangled Web Of Lies You Got Bound By It's Ties Become Criminalised Desensitised...
When you look up at the sky on a cloudless night, All you you see is black. But when your eyes adjust and you look closer, you see little specks of light. They're the stars.
Hello again, and today is Tuesday, January 1, 2013. It's a new year and I'm probably going to keep writing the year as 2012 but I digress.
The words spill. Spill over into the room. The words all over. Some spelling doom. The words and letters are everywhere. I don't know what they mean. The letters scrambled about.
Silence prevails once again,. All you can hear is the pitter patter of the rain,. The tap that drips continuously,. The wind that howls furiously,. The click and bumps of the radiators warming up,.
The human mind. Everything we experience, everything we feel, everything we think about is all because of our brain. It is what tells us how things look, sound, feel, smell and taste.
It is dark, but I can see creation; ancient, intricate, exquisite, and magnificent. It is dark, but I can see a vast pool of evolution; death and life, sex and birth, bloody and magnificent.
I have been forged in the fires of temporary ease. It burns hot across this unfinished landscape. Let the ancient winds of a thousand unhinged dreams sweep, unhindered through my valleys.
A girl dressed in, Black and white, Short black hair, But you lack sight, Her black coat has, A dark RED lining, Her shoes tinted, where light is shining, A GREEN of grass, And holly leaves, A...
Grass isn't green. The sky isn't blue. I am not me. And you are not you. Fish do not swim. Birds do not fly. Clouds are on earth. We live in the sky. Dogs can purr. Cats all bark.
In the rain I can see eyes. In the rain I can see faces. In the rain I can see, I can see, two boys, bouncing upon a trampoline.
Never misjudge a child. Here are some examples: (Child spills coffee on tge table) A NEGATIVE PROJECTION: Ha. This will teach them never to leave their coffee around.
The eyes are a gateway to our soul,. They look determined when we want to reach a goal,. They give you away when you are lying,. The tell tale water when you are crying,.
What is reality. This is a question that has puzzled many wise men for many ill-spent years. Where does it stop and fiction begin. How thick is that division. Does it even exist.
A mirror covered with tiny cracks. Distorts the image reflected back. A distorted view on life is projected. Through the media, we are all instantly affected.
Although most people will say that a true mirror is colorless and reflects the color of anything put in front of it, these people are missing one key point: We, as being imperfect beings, cannot...
In the midst of the mist. There are fuzzy felt shapes. Juicy green carpets. Battleship landscapes. Each watery wave. Distorts anew. My petrol coloured. Point of view. Gossamer tripwires.
This is the 2nd verse of the group poem that was started by @patdolan if anyone wants to take part let us know in the comments.
I'm not a psycho I'm just creative I see what others have neglected You see a pencil I see a weapon I see a story I start creating...