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Sunday, January 10, 2010


The glance is yours: do with it what you will.
To injure or inspire, love or kill –
the eyes speak volumes more than little lies.

I ponder this while looking at your eyes,
those pools of mercury, so cruel and cold.
Why leave such enmity untold?
Because the very animosity
would strike me dead with sorrow, instantly.

If loathing did not permeate your soul,
perhaps my eyes would not reflect your own.
Perhaps my eyes would not be lethal knives,
which pierce the heart with bitterness and spite
and read like Hate’s encyclopedia,
containing endless words, but not enough.


  1. Thank you! It's a bit angsty, but funny enough, it's based on that "science fair drama" from a few months ago. She just had this "death glare" in her eyes that just made me think "encyclopedia of hate"! It got me thinking - why hate me so much? It just makes me hate you even more!


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!