Lost…that’s what she was. Long grass, so tall it whipped to and fro in the wind, hiding her from her pursuers. If she couldn’t see them…they couldn’t see her and that’s how she wanted it.
the niceness blinded me. i couldn’t really tell waht was going on, not beneath the soft sheet of her kindness. She had kept me from the truth, which was that i was growing weaker under her control. She made it seem like a pleasure, but now i know the truth.
The man stumbled around in the blackness, searching. He was blind; his glasses had fallen. He was fallen from grace, this man. This blind man, with only one leather shoe and a pastel pocket. He knew not where he had to go, nor where he had been. He only knew where his glasses were not,and that was everywhere he was looking at the moment. He was Lucifer, the mighty rat king of the Deeps.
Blindness. That’s what popped into my head as the light shined harshly on my face. I had no idea where I was as I coulnd’t see a thing. The light kept protruding everywhere. Am I in Heaven? What is this madness I perceive? Blindness.
Blindness is a canker of the mind, it is something grows in thick cataracts around a person’s heart. It eats the soul and spits out emptiness, it is ignorance. Blindness is the ability to see without acknowledging or looking where you are going. Blindness can be cured by light.
He awoke and tried to open his eyes. He realized he couldnt.
Was there something covering his eyes? did he forget to remove the blindfold?
Or was this one of his sexual fantasies and a he would soon hear a dominant female voice appear in the darkness.
Blindnes. not to see. to be blind as abat. bind people need seeing eye dogs to help them. they also have sticks. i sometimes close my eyes to see hoe it is to be blind. it sucks.
you are born that way? you develop it? you experience the pain of the world and the beauty and you lose that ability? you appreciate that you can’t see suffering
Blindness is not a choice. It is involuntary ignornance.
Blindness is scary. I love my eyes and cannot imagine not being able to see. It’s one of the most important senses. However, maybe hearing is important as well because I like music. I don’t know. Just the whole idea of not being able to see your loved ones, nature,places in history, movies etc it’s crazy. Blindness is scary and writing about it is hard.
Blindess. Utter and complete blindness. All is dark. I have fallen into this dark pit where all I can do is wait…alone.
…I can feel it, the cold paws of fear gripping my chest…slowly, painfully…it wont be long before I loose the last thing I can call my own: my mind.
I was too busy. It wasn’t that I didn’t care. I wanted to stop. I did see. It was raining too. I could see how far she had to go. But I was just too busy. Right?
To not be able to see color, that is the scariest thing I have ever thought of. To not be able to see the sunset, to see the smiling faces of my friends? That’s absolutely terrifying. To not be able to read English words, to stumble blindly through my school, to only see complete and utter darkness… I don’t know how I would be able to take that. It would drive me mad.
Horrid…The blackness is clenching my skin in an impossible death grip.
Sorrow..
Nothing left. Misery engulfs me. I’m forever haunted by this dull hate. Blind.
I am blind to the truth.
There is a chain that attaches my heart to your very existence
If I were to leave my heart would be ripped from my chest.
Blindness is dark. Darkness is absence of light. Light is vision. Vision is seeing. Seeing is believe therefore I am blind and have no other choice but to be an Atheist. I cannot believe.
not seeing, not paying attention to others, other people’s feelings. missing one sense, not seeing is missing out on so much, and valueing so many other things through other senses
She stared at her reflection, the one she hadn’t seen in years. The blindness had taken over, keeping her from seeing the beauty of the world. 84 years she had seen the world, and now it was only darkness. Some would find solitude here, but she only hated seeing nothing. Her face was a mystery now. And she hated it.
Blindness is a disease, not necessarily for blind people per se, but for people who can’t face reality, who can’t face the truth. That is blindness. Not physical disease, but mental.
This must be very difficult for people. I cannot even imagine not being able to see all the beautiful things in the world. Seeing is believing and believing is living. Your
Can barely see in this it utmost darkness. Rely on my ears but those barely help. A million sounds from all directions I can’t find my way. A bright light shines through and I can see a track I follow it and I’m back home to my heart.
Blindness is my pain. So painful that I cant think and it is almost as if I go blind. I close my eyes and wish it was over. I can not think and I can not see. I don’t know my senses anymore because of the blindness of my chronic pain…
Waking up today, a day like any other. The sun has not yet risen, and the world is still dark. Stumbling out of bed, reaching out arms to find your balance. Fumbling and tripping, moving forward, with great effort. The phone rings, you manage to follow the sound to the bedside table and open it…
“Hello?”
“Oh, thank god! I’ve only called about 20 times! It’s 11 in the morning, get up and get ready. I’ll meet you there in 45 minutes.”
And then it goes *click*.
The feeling that you dont know what to do anymore, feeling blindness when you have no one to help you no one to be there for you. The feeling that you just wanna give up and leave this world, this cruel world were everything and everyone is judged.
blindness is something i know nothing about, it is something i’m not familiar with and i just can’y imagine my world with it. not able to see what i see today. being able to witness everything with joy.
i’m blind. everyone thinks that i can’t see–that i can only see darkness. the thing is, i don’t just see black. i see a million things, all at once. memories, flashbacks, little snippets of when things were visible. the things i see don’t scare me, but the things i don’t see…those are terrifying. yesterday i woke up and found i was unable to remember what the color blue looked like. i knew the word and knew what it meant, but i couldn’t picture it. i tried for hours, forcing images of the ocean and my bedroom walls and my own eyes into my head, but the memories had turned a dull gray. it was then that i realized i wasn’t just literally blind…i was becoming blind inside my head as well. soon all i will be able to see is the darkness that so many associate with loss of vision. the images, the pictures in my mind…they’ll all leave me, and everything will be gone. there will only be voices left, drifting in an endless night. i want to see again.
blindness. love is blind. blinded love. with blindness, there is no more judging. no more rude comments telling someone that they’re ugly. blindness means so much more than “not being able to see” it has such a deeper meaning. “blinded from love” you don’t see love, or understand it.
Plan on sitting in the shadow of an Everest,
Sip green tea and as I tempt the temptress,
through the blowing winds and dark nights,
Zen, in the height of the world majesty,
Find sight, where there once was blindness
I’ll climb my Everest…
Blindness. People can go an entire lifetime believing only what they see and they will forever remain in complete darkness. Blindness. Not just for people without sight but with people with closed opinions.
Love is blind. Well that’s what they say but perhaps you are blind to love. You cannot see what is standing right in front of you, the possibilities reaching out into the unwritten future.
she cant see whats in front of her
what seem so obvois to us
shadows are nothing
no one is there
but if they where
would she notice
would she feel theor presence
or would she know in her heart
that you are there
One moment at a time, with hands outstretched, feeling your way down a hall that never ends because you can’t see the conclusion, like a book that never finished because someone stole the last ten pages. You’re like me, I think, and we’re partners in our mutual unknowing – except that you’re actually blind and I’m just willfully enjoying the exclusion of the senses, sitting out on the porch with my eyes closed, rocking in time to the heartbeat of the prairie.
Obsequious one, ignorant of your plight. Stumbling aimlessly into sameness. Oblivious of what you are, of what you could be. Enlighten yourself to enlighten humanity.
blindness. everytime i look at you i can see nothing but you. everything around you and me is just gone. sometimes i think that my vision has a disease that let’s me see nothing else but you. even when you’re not here, the only thing i can think of or see is you.
I dreamt I was was blind, the dark unrelenting. A bitter memory of sight haunted my blacked out waking hours, not easily differentiated from night. If I could have my vision for a time, I would gaze into eyes, windows to souls. Find flowers, and trees, and soak up the spectra of colour… As if saving it for later, I would feast my sights, on the beauty in the everyday. A million wonders of colour texture light and shape, hues fading, tints glowing, light and shadow and the play in-between..
Then I woke to sun on my face.. and forgot all I meant to remember, took for granted my sight again.
a feeling everyone has experienced at least a few times in life. blinded by love, blinded by hatred, blinded by jealousy. It is easy to get blinded, I have been blinded a few times, maybe more. It is harder to try to see through your blindness and stay real. True to yourself. I try not to get blinded,
can’t see at all . senses get stronger.
Lost…that’s what she was. Long grass, so tall it whipped to and fro in the wind, hiding her from her pursuers. If she couldn’t see them…they couldn’t see her and that’s how she wanted it.
the niceness blinded me. i couldn’t really tell waht was going on, not beneath the soft sheet of her kindness. She had kept me from the truth, which was that i was growing weaker under her control. She made it seem like a pleasure, but now i know the truth.
The man stumbled around in the blackness, searching. He was blind; his glasses had fallen. He was fallen from grace, this man. This blind man, with only one leather shoe and a pastel pocket. He knew not where he had to go, nor where he had been. He only knew where his glasses were not,and that was everywhere he was looking at the moment. He was Lucifer, the mighty rat king of the Deeps.
Blindness. That’s what popped into my head as the light shined harshly on my face. I had no idea where I was as I coulnd’t see a thing. The light kept protruding everywhere. Am I in Heaven? What is this madness I perceive? Blindness.
Blindness is a canker of the mind, it is something grows in thick cataracts around a person’s heart. It eats the soul and spits out emptiness, it is ignorance. Blindness is the ability to see without acknowledging or looking where you are going. Blindness can be cured by light.
You can’t see anything even if you want to because your eyes don’t work properly and that can be difficult for the blind.
He awoke and tried to open his eyes. He realized he couldnt.
Was there something covering his eyes? did he forget to remove the blindfold?
Or was this one of his sexual fantasies and a he would soon hear a dominant female voice appear in the darkness.
Blindnes. not to see. to be blind as abat. bind people need seeing eye dogs to help them. they also have sticks. i sometimes close my eyes to see hoe it is to be blind. it sucks.
you are born that way? you develop it? you experience the pain of the world and the beauty and you lose that ability? you appreciate that you can’t see suffering
Blindness is not a choice. It is involuntary ignornance.
Blindness is scary. I love my eyes and cannot imagine not being able to see. It’s one of the most important senses. However, maybe hearing is important as well because I like music. I don’t know. Just the whole idea of not being able to see your loved ones, nature,places in history, movies etc it’s crazy. Blindness is scary and writing about it is hard.
Blindess. Utter and complete blindness. All is dark. I have fallen into this dark pit where all I can do is wait…alone.
…I can feel it, the cold paws of fear gripping my chest…slowly, painfully…it wont be long before I loose the last thing I can call my own: my mind.
I was too busy. It wasn’t that I didn’t care. I wanted to stop. I did see. It was raining too. I could see how far she had to go. But I was just too busy. Right?
To not be able to see color, that is the scariest thing I have ever thought of. To not be able to see the sunset, to see the smiling faces of my friends? That’s absolutely terrifying. To not be able to read English words, to stumble blindly through my school, to only see complete and utter darkness… I don’t know how I would be able to take that. It would drive me mad.
Horrid…The blackness is clenching my skin in an impossible death grip.
Sorrow..
Nothing left. Misery engulfs me. I’m forever haunted by this dull hate. Blind.
I am blind to the truth.
There is a chain that attaches my heart to your very existence
If I were to leave my heart would be ripped from my chest.
Blindness is dark. Darkness is absence of light. Light is vision. Vision is seeing. Seeing is believe therefore I am blind and have no other choice but to be an Atheist. I cannot believe.
not seeing, not paying attention to others, other people’s feelings. missing one sense, not seeing is missing out on so much, and valueing so many other things through other senses
dissease, dissarmed, hate confusion self esteem nothing to see nothing to feel no one to see lies fear loss of confidence
darkness how to walk to know the correct direction. We need a dog to help us.
She stared at her reflection, the one she hadn’t seen in years. The blindness had taken over, keeping her from seeing the beauty of the world. 84 years she had seen the world, and now it was only darkness. Some would find solitude here, but she only hated seeing nothing. Her face was a mystery now. And she hated it.
Blindness is a disease, not necessarily for blind people per se, but for people who can’t face reality, who can’t face the truth. That is blindness. Not physical disease, but mental.
This must be very difficult for people. I cannot even imagine not being able to see all the beautiful things in the world. Seeing is believing and believing is living. Your
Can barely see in this it utmost darkness. Rely on my ears but those barely help. A million sounds from all directions I can’t find my way. A bright light shines through and I can see a track I follow it and I’m back home to my heart.
Blindness is my pain. So painful that I cant think and it is almost as if I go blind. I close my eyes and wish it was over. I can not think and I can not see. I don’t know my senses anymore because of the blindness of my chronic pain…
Waking up today, a day like any other. The sun has not yet risen, and the world is still dark. Stumbling out of bed, reaching out arms to find your balance. Fumbling and tripping, moving forward, with great effort. The phone rings, you manage to follow the sound to the bedside table and open it…
“Hello?”
“Oh, thank god! I’ve only called about 20 times! It’s 11 in the morning, get up and get ready. I’ll meet you there in 45 minutes.”
And then it goes *click*.
dark without light. blessed with senses. unaware. helen keller. ray charles stevie wonder romney
The feeling that you dont know what to do anymore, feeling blindness when you have no one to help you no one to be there for you. The feeling that you just wanna give up and leave this world, this cruel world were everything and everyone is judged.
Waking up one day, a day like any other… the sun has not yet risen, but the clock supposedly reads 11 am. Senses heightened, all acute. All but one.
blindness is something i know nothing about, it is something i’m not familiar with and i just can’y imagine my world with it. not able to see what i see today. being able to witness everything with joy.
i’m blind. everyone thinks that i can’t see–that i can only see darkness. the thing is, i don’t just see black. i see a million things, all at once. memories, flashbacks, little snippets of when things were visible. the things i see don’t scare me, but the things i don’t see…those are terrifying. yesterday i woke up and found i was unable to remember what the color blue looked like. i knew the word and knew what it meant, but i couldn’t picture it. i tried for hours, forcing images of the ocean and my bedroom walls and my own eyes into my head, but the memories had turned a dull gray. it was then that i realized i wasn’t just literally blind…i was becoming blind inside my head as well. soon all i will be able to see is the darkness that so many associate with loss of vision. the images, the pictures in my mind…they’ll all leave me, and everything will be gone. there will only be voices left, drifting in an endless night. i want to see again.
blindness. love is blind. blinded love. with blindness, there is no more judging. no more rude comments telling someone that they’re ugly. blindness means so much more than “not being able to see” it has such a deeper meaning. “blinded from love” you don’t see love, or understand it.
Plan on sitting in the shadow of an Everest,
Sip green tea and as I tempt the temptress,
through the blowing winds and dark nights,
Zen, in the height of the world majesty,
Find sight, where there once was blindness
I’ll climb my Everest…
Blindness. People can go an entire lifetime believing only what they see and they will forever remain in complete darkness. Blindness. Not just for people without sight but with people with closed opinions.
Love is blind. Well that’s what they say but perhaps you are blind to love. You cannot see what is standing right in front of you, the possibilities reaching out into the unwritten future.
she cant see whats in front of her
what seem so obvois to us
shadows are nothing
no one is there
but if they where
would she notice
would she feel theor presence
or would she know in her heart
that you are there
One moment at a time, with hands outstretched, feeling your way down a hall that never ends because you can’t see the conclusion, like a book that never finished because someone stole the last ten pages. You’re like me, I think, and we’re partners in our mutual unknowing – except that you’re actually blind and I’m just willfully enjoying the exclusion of the senses, sitting out on the porch with my eyes closed, rocking in time to the heartbeat of the prairie.
Obsequious one, ignorant of your plight. Stumbling aimlessly into sameness. Oblivious of what you are, of what you could be. Enlighten yourself to enlighten humanity.
blindness. everytime i look at you i can see nothing but you. everything around you and me is just gone. sometimes i think that my vision has a disease that let’s me see nothing else but you. even when you’re not here, the only thing i can think of or see is you.
I dreamt I was was blind, the dark unrelenting. A bitter memory of sight haunted my blacked out waking hours, not easily differentiated from night. If I could have my vision for a time, I would gaze into eyes, windows to souls. Find flowers, and trees, and soak up the spectra of colour… As if saving it for later, I would feast my sights, on the beauty in the everyday. A million wonders of colour texture light and shape, hues fading, tints glowing, light and shadow and the play in-between..
Then I woke to sun on my face.. and forgot all I meant to remember, took for granted my sight again.
a feeling everyone has experienced at least a few times in life. blinded by love, blinded by hatred, blinded by jealousy. It is easy to get blinded, I have been blinded a few times, maybe more. It is harder to try to see through your blindness and stay real. True to yourself. I try not to get blinded,