What do I see? What do you believe?


  • Altair
  • Don't read me, I am not that good.......

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What do I see? What do you believe?

Allow me this metaphor in missing moments I sore
beyond heights transversed beneath what I want
This day is tragically scorned in this font
in my eyes it appears in crooked lines of sorts
My eyes diminish taunts in reversal of fortunes
I once yearned to haunt with my mind supporting
Me, the entity of convexed misfortune
Lost my will to be what I wanted for so long
Now I lie in bed staring up at the ceiling
a picturesque plot I see in paint peeling
dripping like blood or my eyes thus leaking
I cannot give up, I must find a reason
I care not for format, but erasing my feeling
as my movie goes into thrilling suspension
suspended ascension, yes I've fallen
deep into the midst of a woman calling
the lies, the stalling, I don't need anyone
Perhaps if I thought of this before... appalling.
I am talking to you, or whomever is wanting
me to pay attention to whatever you're roaring
I shall move on to a site unalarming
none shall find me, only see my storming
giving up on this path of accepting anyone
into my circle, I shall retract to just one
the best path is a straight line, so pardon
me for letting go and moving where Autumn
is beautiful, where trees grow plush in wanton
circumstances, yet that I find, but I'm yearning
to be that man, unique, my own Walden
With the intestinal fortitude, I'm learning
that the world isn't round or flat, it's many forms
from bent to broken, I welcome the torment
I bring upon myself, my decisions are vaulting
above the rest, even those between two lungs
my heart to test, patience, all of them.
As you read I'm sure you feel misinformed
but as I write in jest, what truth's in undertones???

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ginga commented on What do I see? What do you believe?


Altair, This is a fantastic and fanciful grouping imagery that travels along its way allowing more characters and scenes to crop up, somewhat randomly but always interesting. ginga

SavVySam commented on What do I see? What do you believe?


Your pure poetic heart and driven desire to be heard and appreciated ..is not lost on us...When looking so intently inward, the concentric spirals will often become a whirlpool of thought and emotion...at times we all share in this very human deluge of thought...hang in there my talented and gifted friend!;)

Mandi commented on What do I see? What do you believe?


interesting, very interesting.... it just flows on and on doesn't it? ?What style would you say that is? rambling--like the rose? I like the way you overlap you lines, makes you sound very high- level

ginga commented on What do I see? What do you believe?


Altair, The introspective style is quite revealing of the subject's thoughts and whimsies. Fascinating! ginga

Rhymer commented on What do I see? What do you believe?


Excellent write that draws the reader into this metaphoric write 10

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Altair’s Poems (53)

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The Wrath of My Titan Enlightenment
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Failure of my trinity...lea
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A soul is loss....seeks an endless remorse.. 10
Madness exist in her gift..... 7
The London Show at the Tate's Estate.......
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I'm Back.... 7
A Warped View of My Inner Sanctum...... 4
What do I see? What do you believe? 9
Lacking in Madness...... 14
Elemental portance in alchemic relevance.. 9
The Calamity of Conformity...
The Vicarious Rues..... 6
Within this Quill, manifest on the Canvas....Art 8
A Voiding thought is all I sought.... 4
Pushing away the loving Void....... 10
Vessels of ash, Souls thus passed... 4
The Infinite battle from Night to Light....... 5
Trick or treat in the Streets of hollowed teens..... 5
Untitled Breaths... 11
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The inevitable of lovers in dreams.... 5
If I could trap you in my vigil.... 3
I emit my lah... 2
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The crossroads of..... 3
How things change in a moment..... 4
How Angels and Human Inclinations are One...... 5
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The conquest..... 11