Ten Views From Outside a Person
By: ShinigamiForever

A/N: Inspired by a poem written by Newkirk's Heroes, Eight Views On The Road Home, or something like that. This is somewhat based on a person I actually know, but mostly just my rambling.

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I.
Here.
Right now, sitting.
Gone.

II.
Watching something in the distance.
Transfixed and yet-
distracted.

III.
Silent. His anger is
like ice. No fury.
Just cold silent anger.

IV.
They told me he was pretty.
They were wrong.
He is beautiful.

V.
Age. How old is he?
His sarcasm lashes out
while his eyes are thousands of years old.

VI.
A touch of honey. But, but, but-
Not golden. Silver. Sunny days
have silver-blue skies.

VII.
Melancholy bleeds salt tears. His
are dry on his cheeks.
like flints of obsidion glass.

VIII.
Abruptly, movement. Vas against
the wall. Twin storms.
cyclone is approaching.

IX.
Stars above him. Quiet eyes
whirpools of little light. Singing soundlessly.
Lullabies.

X.
Porcelian skin. Tumbled upon layers
and layers of dreams and thorns.
Somehow, I feel as if he is drowning.

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A/N: I'm actually quite fond of this poem, your thoughts?