Withdrawal A withdrawal from the world, Within me I fully seek Of that hidden shining thing That moves within bodies, It operates so strangely I fear it’s quick eye movements For it kills and you won’t feel. A withdrawal from your shoreline My white foams forms an ocean I am myself more than ever before, I ate the secret, it digested it, You can’t see past that darkness The veil upon your eyes makes you blind And you withdraw till our corner of light. I have a wand in my hand while wondering If I am sane enough to be human Or if am mad enough to be an alien, I withdraw to seek for answers But your grip always tighten the words That will fly in my mind like birds And your lies become that sea of confusion In which I drown, thus, I won’t seek further For I ate the secret, and you digested it. -Eiravel-
Just another old poem that I retrieved from my old exercise book. And another Dadaesque mixed-media that I made on the theme of dreams, which is a girl with a giant seashell as hair with that one eye in the middle, and eyes hidden with fresh marguerite daisies.
Also, I think that I’ve chosen this particular poem because all that I really want to do is withdraw away so as to watch television😅.