Corals, pure beauty, beckon me ahead; light glimmers down from far above my head…

My work complete – I say my good-byes.

A Poem by Blake4d.

A New Zealand diver finds himself in a struggle underwater with an octopus that sprang out of the seaweed.

An Advice I Gave ,to a negative minded cat’s whiskers kind of a poet .Howz it?

A sample personal narrative essay of my childhood accomplishment of conquering my fear of heights.

‘In the event of water tragic we may lose our most beloved ones.’

‘In the event of water tragic we will may lose our most beloved ones.’

I need back my stride and pride.

This is a poem about being both blind and sighted, yet being neither at the same time.
You see even though I am blind and consider myself just simply "blind;" rather than some of those other awkward and at times degrading terms such as, "visually impaired" or "sight Impaired" I do have some residual vision. Not much, but it’s there all the same. So I am stuck in a no-mans land of being both sighted and blind, each to it’s own degree. Yet at the same time being neither sighted nor blind, not in each of there full capacities of the word anyway.
It is my opinion that being stuck in this limbo like state is often harder than simply being totally blind. So this poem expresses some of my frustration and confusion I have experienced in the past from this situation. I hope you enjoy.