Blindness is contagious if it’s in a hypothetical form. otherwise it is kind of amazing if it’s in physical form. It gives a person a different perspective on things. Kind of lovely. Births new skills forcefully. Blindness. I think that physical and hypothetical blindness are nearly the opposite.
Lauren
Snow blindness. Everywhere we looked we saw white. Even the cloud covered sky was a dirty white. There wasn’t even respite when we closed our eyes, for the memory of the white lingered.
I think that sometimes I blind myself and hinder myself. It’s something that I’m actively working on. I’m working to become a whole person that’s surrendered herself to the Universe. I am growing each and every day and I am learning to successfully address, forgive or change what’s currently present, as well as accepting my past.
Mindofataurus
I suffer a sort of blindness
An involuntary reflex that dims
the possibilities in front of me
that are buried in
some simple limitations
Kevin Kelly
BLINDNESS. When you can see. Seems all of life is really blind because truly how often can you plan what will happen? I don’t know its never worked for me, how ’bout you? sometimes blindness is good though, if we all knew what would happen how sad a world this would be.
Margaret Harris
“oh my god, the white light. where am i?!?” i will no longer see what lays ahead of me. the horror of never seeing what feels most beautiful.
sara
what is there to say? everything i’ve ever read about has been about blindness, the blindness of culture, the blindness in my life, the blindness i see in other people. But i can’t help but feel helpless. I feel blind to my own life. i feel blind to the things that matter. i want to see, i want to see the future, i want to see what the passing of the years will bring. i want to see what the right choices are. but there are no right choices, only blindness
Kathryn
What is that? What? What is tha…? Are you still there? Hello? Are you there? Don’t eave me alone! I can’t be alone. Not again.
Michael
He lost his real vision at age forty-three. His eyes forgot how to function. But his heart never did. She asks, Do you think I look alright in this? He answers, You look stunning.
Lauren
And then it hit me, the name of my illness: a complete and utter lack of the ability to which we see things. This was a blindness I’d be plagued with my entire life, an unhealthy devotion I’d given to the color of skin, to the appearance of others. But looking at her, bending down to touch the petal, the scales fell from my eyes.
Lauren
the darkness in his face made me squint, his white smile blinded me with surprise, it was only a year since we slept between 2 beige sheets. The darkness made everything blueblack.
LO
Sometimes I wish I was blind. And I would never have to see that look on my father’s face. And his hands clench. And my mother hide away in the corner. The first sting on my arm would always be a surprise.
there was this girl who couldnt see she wanted lovee but could never find the right guy who would treet her right then she met a boy named luke he loved her even thought she was blind even though she was differnet
Olivia
Technically, I didn’t have bad vision, 20/20 to be exact. But when I saw them together, and then the knife on the kitchen table. I was blind to common sense.
Being in Love makes us blind. When were in love, we blind ourselves to the bad. We go against everything we’ve ever stood for or believed in.
kaitlyn
The young man’s vision had just tested 20/20. He was clear for the military now, and he could clearly see where his life was going.
Until the day that she died.
That was when he realized that she had been the one tying him together all along. That was when he fell apart like an unwrapped package, the paper carelessly torn.
bekkah
blindness: the ability to not see. When hearing blindness, one may think of darkness, but to me blindness would keep the darkness at bay. Perhaps blindness is better than being able to see the darkness in the world.
I am legally blind without my glasses or contacts. Sometimes, I feel like that’s a blessing. When I don’t want to see the horror in this world, I just close my eyes, or take my glasses off. Becoming blind to the hate that everyone seems to carry. Sometimes, blindness can be a blessing.
Is our football team BLIND?!?! The score is 38 – 27 but we should really be 38 – 14. This is disgusting…it’s Northwestern; it’s a team that’s not even noteworthy enough…it’s so bad that it’s shadowed by LA Tech.
i had a coin. I cant find it now. My hands search and paw. They find sand and dirt. Its hot out. If I could only be a boy again. I will never forgive myself.
The world around me closed in, the colours fading until everything turned black. The noises turned to blurs.
Rachel
Maybe being blind isn’t a bad thing. You’re indifferent to everything and you can’t tell if someone is hideous. You don’t become bias because one person is good looking but they’re stupid and you still like them.
Any
here I am. or so I think I am. I put my sunglasses on. I cannot see in the bushes. The slightly reflective path is all I see. And I block out the other people’s judgement. That I wear these glasses at night though I can perfectly see. It’s something about being blind, or pretending so, than makes you invisible and noticed at the same time. It’s like when you were a child, covering your face with a comforter seemed to hide you from closet monsters, but you really knew they would find you anyways.
Even if they don’t exist.
There was something about her.
It could be her voice, how sweet and melodic it was in the silent and cold room, or it could be the way she shifted on her feet, making him feel the air around him. Perhaps it was her bubbly personality.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. What he did know was that he liked her anyway, and it wasn’t because of her face.
it’s everywhere. It stops me, I hate it. I can’t overcome it. I’m just so oblivious. Blindness will be overcome, it cam be overcome. It must. Blindness is a friend, it is a companion that must be killed. Always, and again.
Tyler White
blind is when your eyes are shut to the little beauties of life, small things like smiles, small gestures, love, kindness and patience.
one who cannot see, blind to the world and its beauty, sights of beaches. water, waterfalls, mountains, animals, life as we know it.
corne
it is what most people suffer from. they see with their human eyes instead of their soul’s “third eye”. they think seeing is visual but it is physical. learn to see with your soul, which is simply feeling and letting go…
when will we learn that there is so much more than meets the eye
blindness
darkness shrouds the park and i can see nothing but black
deafness
quiet fills my ears and i can hear nothing but silence
confusion
i don’t know what’s going on all i know is you are no longer here
and i’m left behind–lost and broken
I thought that I was blind when I walked through the forest. Having the pepper spray squirted into my eyes didn’t quite fit the romantic date I was planning. It maybe would have helped if she would have known about the date too..but all ends that will end. Is that the quote? I’m not sure anymore. I just want love. Silly love, gooey love and unbelievable love. That is all I could ask for. Just love. L
Kelsey
This is going to be kind of ridiculous.
But yesterday I was just goofing off with my roommate and somehow I got to the question “What if there was a pirate who was blind so he just always wore two eyepatches?” Like, they’d crisscross over each other? I don’t even know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
It was always Yuri who looked after the village children during their romps outside the outskirts of the forest. Despite his partial blindness and lame leg, he was a source of comfort and security for the children.
People, looking past other people, not seeing, not acknowledging, not greeting, other people in their day, blurred images pass by and there we are isolated in our lives though not alone. Blindness.
Kristen Wilson
There were stars flitting back and forth though the night sky. I wished on one, but when I opened my eyes, I still saw nothing; and when I touched the gaping wound beneath my cheekbone, I still felt everything.
Kaitlyn O'Bryon
blindness in mind may keep you happy. but would that what you want?
kaorita
the world around is never truly seen. we don’t use our eyes hardly at all. the beauty around us is wasted on our blindness, and it’s extremely disappointing to someone who is truly at a loss for sight. this treasure that is always so near to us is a wonder that cannot be replicated. i only wish that these eyes could see that which so many take forgranted.
delaney
It took me during class, like a fog it began to creep over and construe the information on the board, letters became symbols and then smudges and then smears, until finally, blindness took me and I lost all dear to me.
My sight was my life, now if only I can find a way to reconcile the loss.
Eric Harrell
Walking down the busy street, oblivious to the lives around her. Passing by life and death as if they were small children playing with roses.
Blindness is contagious if it’s in a hypothetical form. otherwise it is kind of amazing if it’s in physical form. It gives a person a different perspective on things. Kind of lovely. Births new skills forcefully. Blindness. I think that physical and hypothetical blindness are nearly the opposite.
Snow blindness. Everywhere we looked we saw white. Even the cloud covered sky was a dirty white. There wasn’t even respite when we closed our eyes, for the memory of the white lingered.
I think that sometimes I blind myself and hinder myself. It’s something that I’m actively working on. I’m working to become a whole person that’s surrendered herself to the Universe. I am growing each and every day and I am learning to successfully address, forgive or change what’s currently present, as well as accepting my past.
I suffer a sort of blindness
An involuntary reflex that dims
the possibilities in front of me
that are buried in
some simple limitations
BLINDNESS. When you can see. Seems all of life is really blind because truly how often can you plan what will happen? I don’t know its never worked for me, how ’bout you? sometimes blindness is good though, if we all knew what would happen how sad a world this would be.
“oh my god, the white light. where am i?!?” i will no longer see what lays ahead of me. the horror of never seeing what feels most beautiful.
what is there to say? everything i’ve ever read about has been about blindness, the blindness of culture, the blindness in my life, the blindness i see in other people. But i can’t help but feel helpless. I feel blind to my own life. i feel blind to the things that matter. i want to see, i want to see the future, i want to see what the passing of the years will bring. i want to see what the right choices are. but there are no right choices, only blindness
What is that? What? What is tha…? Are you still there? Hello? Are you there? Don’t eave me alone! I can’t be alone. Not again.
He lost his real vision at age forty-three. His eyes forgot how to function. But his heart never did. She asks, Do you think I look alright in this? He answers, You look stunning.
And then it hit me, the name of my illness: a complete and utter lack of the ability to which we see things. This was a blindness I’d be plagued with my entire life, an unhealthy devotion I’d given to the color of skin, to the appearance of others. But looking at her, bending down to touch the petal, the scales fell from my eyes.
the darkness in his face made me squint, his white smile blinded me with surprise, it was only a year since we slept between 2 beige sheets. The darkness made everything blueblack.
Sometimes I wish I was blind. And I would never have to see that look on my father’s face. And his hands clench. And my mother hide away in the corner. The first sting on my arm would always be a surprise.
there was this girl who couldnt see she wanted lovee but could never find the right guy who would treet her right then she met a boy named luke he loved her even thought she was blind even though she was differnet
Technically, I didn’t have bad vision, 20/20 to be exact. But when I saw them together, and then the knife on the kitchen table. I was blind to common sense.
Being in Love makes us blind. When were in love, we blind ourselves to the bad. We go against everything we’ve ever stood for or believed in.
The young man’s vision had just tested 20/20. He was clear for the military now, and he could clearly see where his life was going.
Until the day that she died.
That was when he realized that she had been the one tying him together all along. That was when he fell apart like an unwrapped package, the paper carelessly torn.
blindness: the ability to not see. When hearing blindness, one may think of darkness, but to me blindness would keep the darkness at bay. Perhaps blindness is better than being able to see the darkness in the world.
I am legally blind without my glasses or contacts. Sometimes, I feel like that’s a blessing. When I don’t want to see the horror in this world, I just close my eyes, or take my glasses off. Becoming blind to the hate that everyone seems to carry. Sometimes, blindness can be a blessing.
Is our football team BLIND?!?! The score is 38 – 27 but we should really be 38 – 14. This is disgusting…it’s Northwestern; it’s a team that’s not even noteworthy enough…it’s so bad that it’s shadowed by LA Tech.
i had a coin. I cant find it now. My hands search and paw. They find sand and dirt. Its hot out. If I could only be a boy again. I will never forgive myself.
The world around me closed in, the colours fading until everything turned black. The noises turned to blurs.
Maybe being blind isn’t a bad thing. You’re indifferent to everything and you can’t tell if someone is hideous. You don’t become bias because one person is good looking but they’re stupid and you still like them.
here I am. or so I think I am. I put my sunglasses on. I cannot see in the bushes. The slightly reflective path is all I see. And I block out the other people’s judgement. That I wear these glasses at night though I can perfectly see. It’s something about being blind, or pretending so, than makes you invisible and noticed at the same time. It’s like when you were a child, covering your face with a comforter seemed to hide you from closet monsters, but you really knew they would find you anyways.
Even if they don’t exist.
There was something about her.
It could be her voice, how sweet and melodic it was in the silent and cold room, or it could be the way she shifted on her feet, making him feel the air around him. Perhaps it was her bubbly personality.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. What he did know was that he liked her anyway, and it wasn’t because of her face.
it’s everywhere. It stops me, I hate it. I can’t overcome it. I’m just so oblivious. Blindness will be overcome, it cam be overcome. It must. Blindness is a friend, it is a companion that must be killed. Always, and again.
blind is when your eyes are shut to the little beauties of life, small things like smiles, small gestures, love, kindness and patience.
blindness
one who cannot see, blind to the world and its beauty, sights of beaches. water, waterfalls, mountains, animals, life as we know it.
it is what most people suffer from. they see with their human eyes instead of their soul’s “third eye”. they think seeing is visual but it is physical. learn to see with your soul, which is simply feeling and letting go…
when will we learn that there is so much more than meets the eye
I grope for a foothold, a hiding place.
I run from an unseen danger.
This is not a game.
it is fear,
it is blindness.
blindness
darkness shrouds the park and i can see nothing but black
deafness
quiet fills my ears and i can hear nothing but silence
confusion
i don’t know what’s going on all i know is you are no longer here
and i’m left behind–lost and broken
I thought that I was blind when I walked through the forest. Having the pepper spray squirted into my eyes didn’t quite fit the romantic date I was planning. It maybe would have helped if she would have known about the date too..but all ends that will end. Is that the quote? I’m not sure anymore. I just want love. Silly love, gooey love and unbelievable love. That is all I could ask for. Just love. L
This is going to be kind of ridiculous.
But yesterday I was just goofing off with my roommate and somehow I got to the question “What if there was a pirate who was blind so he just always wore two eyepatches?” Like, they’d crisscross over each other? I don’t even know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Sorry, no brofeels today.
It was always Yuri who looked after the village children during their romps outside the outskirts of the forest. Despite his partial blindness and lame leg, he was a source of comfort and security for the children.
People, looking past other people, not seeing, not acknowledging, not greeting, other people in their day, blurred images pass by and there we are isolated in our lives though not alone. Blindness.
There were stars flitting back and forth though the night sky. I wished on one, but when I opened my eyes, I still saw nothing; and when I touched the gaping wound beneath my cheekbone, I still felt everything.
blindness in mind may keep you happy. but would that what you want?
the world around is never truly seen. we don’t use our eyes hardly at all. the beauty around us is wasted on our blindness, and it’s extremely disappointing to someone who is truly at a loss for sight. this treasure that is always so near to us is a wonder that cannot be replicated. i only wish that these eyes could see that which so many take forgranted.
It took me during class, like a fog it began to creep over and construe the information on the board, letters became symbols and then smudges and then smears, until finally, blindness took me and I lost all dear to me.
My sight was my life, now if only I can find a way to reconcile the loss.
Walking down the busy street, oblivious to the lives around her. Passing by life and death as if they were small children playing with roses.