Eyes can't see is what is unwanted,
Eyes can't see pain,
Eyes can't see sorrow,
Eyes can't see hate,
Eyes can't see darkness,
Eyes can't see themselves,
And most of all eyes can't see truth.
Eyes are blind to the world unless guided,
Guided by friends and family,
Guided where you want to go and do,
Our eyes are our own,
And to decide what to see is completely up to you.
The one single most important driving factor for an artist,
Is not because the need to it's because they want to,
Their emotions take hold and there they go,
And in their art they express their emotion,
Let it be every word in a poem,
Every line in a novel or short story,
Every stroke of a brush or pencil,
Their emotions wait until they can bleed out into the world,
Unleashing the controversy of the works,
Awaiting the opinions of many,
But the only one that matters is the artist's.
I have a simple life not much happens other than disappointment. I don't know what texture is smooth, soft, or rough. My "life" is a pit of complete emptiness, no one sees me. I'm here in this world. Few glance when I yell but they don't see me, they say they thought they heard something but it was nothing, just in there head. But I am something. Just a whisper you can barely hear me but I'm there. Day after day I decide to make it my job to watch those who are young and vulnerable and to take care of them. One day I'll show them I'm more than a whisper. they'll all know who I am.
I know one story of mine that will throw you through a loop.
Past and present the're here with you,
Each getting a vote in what you do,
No one with veto no second vote,
Just one to make the final decision,
The decision that creates another ghost,
This new ghost will add another vote to the polls,
This is why you make a different decision on the same perplexity later on,
Never the same,
Always different,
Just make the right decision.
Flashes of colors and light,
Moving at speeds unheard of,
Spinning in my mind,
Faster and faster,
Thoughts, ideas, wishes,
Crashing and combining,
Becoming one of many,
Multiplying at exponential rates,
Only to combine again,
Over and over,
Until they are released into the world.
Devin Clark
The sun sets into its dreary sleep,
The day has turned into night,
The moon has come out to watch
All those who are sleeping,
As the moon comes so do thoughts,
Not thoughts of today or the day before,
But of tomorrow and the next,
I think of the weathers disposition
If it will rain, snow, or shine,
I think what kind of day it is a school day,
Holiday, or weekend, all and all
Only one thought remains,
That tomorrow will be a better day.
Time is a river that flows in one direction,
And we are just fish in this river,
Fish not strong enough to swim against the current,
But strong enough to slow the progression,
Some may make strong or weak struggles,
But in the end,
We all end up down stream.
Devin Clark
It ticks on and on,
The stopping point unknown,
Yet when it stops we know,
We know not only by sound,
But by sight and that gut feeling,
This clock doesn't count up,
But down from start to end,
What clock is this? You ask me,
It is the clock within all of us,
Ticking on and on,
In a non stopping rhythm of ticks and tocks,
As a pendulum,
Dragging us through the sways of good and bad in our lives,
As a timer,
Deciding how long we can go on doing the same thing over and over,
How long until we stop all together or try something else,
The real question is,
How long will the clock go for me?
Devin Clark
That dark figure,
That follows you every day,
That figure that stalks you in daylight,
Yet hides at night,
Avoiding the watchful eye,
Does it mimic you,
Or do you mimic it,
Is it our darkness,
Our second half,
Or is it our soul,
Stapled to the ground,
The truth is,
It's the only thing we have in our lonely lives.
Devin Clark
It ticks on and on,
The stopping point unknown,
Yet when it stops we know,
We know not only by sound,
But by sight and that gut feeling,
This clock doesn't count up,
But down from start to end,
What clock is this? You ask me,
It is the clock within all of us,
Ticking until the battery runs out.
Devin Clark
It ticks on and on,
The stopping point unknown,
Yet when it stops we know,
We know not only by sound,
But by sight and that gut feeling,
This clock doesn't count up,
But down from start to end,
What clock is this? You ask me,
It is the clock within all of us,
Ticking until the battery runs out.
Devin Clark
That dark figure,
That follows you every day,
That figure that stalks you in daylight,
Yet hides at night,
Avoiding the watchful eye,
Does it mimic you,
Or do you mimic it,
Is it our darkness,
Our second half,
Or is it our soul,
Stapled to the ground,
The truth is,
It's the only thing we have in our lonely lives.
Devin Clark
It ticks on and on,
The stopping point unknown,
Yet when it stops we know,
We know not only by sound,
But by sight and that gut feeling,
This clock doesn't count up,
But down from start to end,
What clock is this? You ask me,
It is the clock within all of us,
Ticking on and on,
In a non stopping rhythm of ticks and tocks,
As a pendulum,
Dragging us through the sways of good and bad in our lives,
As a timer,
Deciding how long we can go on doing the same thing over and over,
How long until we stop all together or try something else,
The real question is,
How long will the clock go for me?
Devin Clark
Time is a river that flows in one direction,
And we are just fish in this river,
Fish not strong enough to swim against the current,
But strong enough to slow the progression,
Some may make strong or weak struggles,
But in the end,
We all end up down stream.
Devin Clark
The sun sets into its dreary sleep,
The day has turned into night,
The moon has come out to watch
All those who are sleeping,
As the moon comes so do thoughts,
Not thoughts of today or the day before,
But of tomorrow and the next,
I think of the weathers disposition
If it will rain, snow, or shine,
I think what kind of day it is a school day,
Holiday, or weekend, all and all
Only one thought remains,
That tomorrow will be a better day.
Flashes of colors and light,
Moving at speeds unheard of,
Spinning in my mind,
Faster and faster,
Thoughts, ideas, wishes,
Crashing and combining,
Becoming one of many,
Multiplying at exponential rates,
Only to combine again,
Over and over,
Until they are released into the world.
Devin Clark
Past and present the're here with you,
Each getting a vote in what you do,
No one with veto no second vote,
Just one to make the final decision,
The decision that creates another ghost,
This new ghost will add another vote to the polls,
This is why you make a different decision on the same perplexity later on,
Never the same,
Always different,
Just make the right decision.
I have a simple life not much happens other than disappointment. I don't know what texture is smooth, soft, or rough. My "life" is a pit of complete emptiness, no one sees me. I'm here in this world. Few glance when I yell but they don't see me, they say they thought they heard something but it was nothing, just in there head. But I am something. Just a whisper you can barely hear me but I'm there. Day after day I decide to make it my job to watch those who are young and vulnerable and to take care of them. One day I'll show them I'm more than a whisper. they'll all know who I am.
I know one story of mine that will throw you through a loop.
The one single most important driving factor for an artist,
Is not because the need to it's because they want to,
Their emotions take hold and there they go,
And in their art they express their emotion,
Let it be every word in a poem,
Every line in a novel or short story,
Every stroke of a brush or pencil,
Their emotions wait until they can bleed out into the world,
Unleashing the controversy of the works,
Awaiting the opinions of many,
But the only one that matters is the artist's.
Eyes can't see is what is unwanted,
Eyes can't see pain,
Eyes can't see sorrow,
Eyes can't see hate,
Eyes can't see darkness,
Eyes can't see themselves,
And most of all eyes can't see truth.
Eyes are blind to the world unless guided,
Guided by friends and family,
Guided where you want to go and do,
Our eyes are our own,
And to decide what to see is completely up to you.
thank you for faving one of my sweets a while ago may the Llama I offer in return remind you of my gratitude if you ever decide to any of my other works in the future since I won't be spaming you with more 'thank you' notes but I'm always happy to answer comments or questions if you have any