Why Didn’t You Want Me?
Through these newborn eyes, I see
lilting cradle song of bitter regret
unraveled thread of my sweater
latched onto your bracelet
holding on to amethyst shadow hours
security blanket pulled away
as I scream for our broken bond
given away like powder of snow
scattered in slanted frozen air
icicles stabbing my heart
doomed to stumble again and again
through wretched tinsel streets
clutching on to fragile walls.
Why didn’t you want me?
Me and you
Through these newborn eyes I see,
What was and is and won't be,
I see when we first ever met,
Your thoughts and mine,
Weren't so far apart.
I see our passion the first time?
Our bodies moved as one,
We flew ever so high.
I see every kiss we ever kissed,
See the weight and shape,
The feel of your lips.
I see the times we missed.
The shame and guilt,
Everytime you turned your face away.
Through these newborn eyes I see.
What was, what is, what will never be.
THROUGH NEWBORN EYES I SEE WONDERLAND OF RIDDLES AND RATTLES
Through these newborn eyes
I see
Wonderland of riddles and rattles.
Love, Hate, Curiosity and Ambition.
People full of chatter and tattle.
Hopes, Challenges, Fears and Temptation.
Man comes here to conquer all battle.
Some loose and some master it all.
World beyond my little ride of saddle.
Faces of Death has brought wisdom in all.
Modern Folly
Through these newborn eyes I see lifeless bodies before me.
Persecution and carnage have unraveled.
I hear cries of help, suppressed by hate.
As my mother is torn from my clench, I scream for her embrace.
Dust settles around me without clarity.
All that's left is the ringing of silence.
Through these newborn eyes I see the hell they create.
My baby
Through these newborn eyes, I see my husband
Through his laughter, I feel my husband's soul
Through his skin, I can hear my husband's heart
Through his eyes I see him growing up and asking me the dreaded question where is his daddy?
But I could never tell him the dreaded truth he was gone , he's not hanging out with angels, he sleeping in another bed with another woman.
But now he has grown up , he looks a little different than his daddy
My baby is the one with the big blue eyes the one standing tall
the one smiling with his toothless smile, the one trying to catch butterflies.
the one who runs around the neighborhood with a superman cape and I am the crazy mom running after him with a bowl chicken noodle soup in the middle of December .
he turns around with those eyes as big as his daddy
his voice as loud as his daddy it brings me back to the day his daddy was there in the hospital and yelled to the whole world we got a baby boy
His skin is sweaty and shivers in the cold and turns around and looks at me with teary eyes and says I wish daddy was here.
Me too bud ..............
Child
Through these newborn eyes, i see
warmth of mother lap,
winking , shutting the shutters of eyelids
for a dropping moment
opening up ...
experiencing new undeciphered
stills ,moving images
trying to make sense with visionary sense
but remain insensible
pouring out reactions
of different facial expressions
happiness, sadness
meaningless for me 'but source of happiness
of reaction of others.
What I’ve Seen
Through these newborn eyes, I see light but so much darkness. I see joy but so much pain, love with so much hatred and friends who are double faced. I've seen death with so much life and breath with so much sorrow but one thing that remains the same is the truth I have learned to look for. With experiences comes obstacles; with obstacles comes pain; with pain comes strength and with strength comes victory. Although there are different ways to see the world, through these newborn eyes I see through lies with honesty and simple mindedness with curiosity. Not everyone will be able to see things the way you do but with these newborn eyes you'll learn because to you, everything looks new.
Through Newborn eyes
I am told this is vision and then I hear a familiar sound speaking from an oval space on a living being. That must be Stacey - somehow I she seemed more beautiful through my blinded eyes yet she sparkles in real life as well. Her voice it soothes me and those colorful - I touch her,
Eyes, so wondrous with tears falling from them, nose so soft and lips so warm and alive...her skin soft soft and strong. This is not the first time I have touched them or her but it is the first time sight and touch. They are so magically alive. Pulsating with life. She kisses me and I am transfixed by her beauty, just as I have always been. Physical beauty has nothing on the aura of beauty felt within. Yet, her physical beauty excites me...
The walls are colorful, I inquire, like a child, what is this color and that one? "Blue, red and white." she whispers. The sound of her voice...I feel her neck as I gaze at the veins I have kissed and caressed. I want to make love to her right now and to see her as she delights in me.
Her breasts I touch and she allows me...the doctor and nurse retreat, I cannot speak I am in a daze...is this a dream or is this my newborn eyes seeing love and life at last?
She walks and locks the door, I unbutton her shirt and she leans to me - I see her face so close to me - I can feel the heat from her love that she has always had for me. I am seeing life and love and I am in life and in love.
Such bright lights, he shirt parts and I place my finger tips upon her nipple, I kiss one, I kiss two and I place my face against her chest.
Alive, alive with my newborn eyes.
She whispers, "Lets go outside, there is so much to see."
I whisper to her, "I am afraid."
"I will hold your hand." She whispered as she button up her shirt.
We walked and I saw other faces around me - they all had what I was introduced to as, "Smiles." I felt warmth coming from their eyes as their lips turned upward and they waved.
She held my hand, I was shaking and my teeth were clattering.
"Take a deep breath, the world is waiting on you."
The light outside was overpowering, I put on the sunglasses they gave me to wear. I had felt the warmth of the sun before only now I could recognize it on sight. There were cars just as I imagined them, trees were much more beautiful then I could have imagined. The colors! I could not name them but they were amazing! So exciting and full of life!
"Everything is so beautiful..." I felt tears falling from my newborn eyes. She kissed me and I looked at her and realized - there is no beauty in comparison, to the love I have felt and now, I see through my newborn eyes, such as the beauty of love in my lady's eyes.
Newborn
Through these newborn eyes I see the parents that should have been mine. I clench my fists as I watch from their eyes. They stole the life I should have had. I feel my hands getting hotter.
"Stupid baby," I mutter.
I suddenly feel heat at my feet. I look down and see the ground on fire.
"Crap." I say and try to calm down. I make it out of the house, the smoke burning my throat. I may immune to fire, but I'm NOT immune to the smoke and ashes. I collapse to the ground scream.
Luckily my parents are at the hospital. Sadly they are there with their newborn, the one who doesn't have powers. My parents won't have to deal with teaching them to control them. Not like they did with me.
Through those newborn eyes I saw the parents that should have been mine.