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mental block. (4)

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i’m just

a broken

mirror

and you’re

just an

ugly reflection.

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Thirteen Minutes Of Scattered Reflection

1.

Insipid thoughts

None of them so much

As to be considered

Noteworthy—

I’m going to write

It down anyway.

2.

Dawn falling in fragments

Chasing the nightmares

Back into my drowsy head.

3.

Classic novellas that

End with a kiss

Rather silly, when

The whole point

Of the story

Is missed.

4.

Am I still your delight?

The pinnacle that throws

Blossoms under your sheets

And makes you smile with

Atrocious gesticulations?

Am I still your late nights,

Or has insomnia coquetted you?

5.

The silver snow stirred

In an autumn pantomime

My patio steps are slippery

A blackbird hums distant.

6.

I promised I shan’t admit such a thing, but…

The songs they sing feel like home.

8.

The irretrievable memories

Of you laughing drunkenly

Under sodium streetlights

As I kept the secret of time

Away so we wouldn’t have

To depart so suddenly now.

9.

Realm infected shadows slip under cedar oak limb

And they painted solemn lips a disorienting black

Vagabond lilies predicating the spirits of escapism

And again the sober hostages soused away the rest

With thrushes, silhouettes and asphodel disembark.

10.

The magnet polaroids

Stuck to the refrigerator door

Showing a false smile under layers of

Clown-vicious makeup

In a bad party for the ageless

…How disgusting.

11.

The pedestrians of Ridgemont High

Are caught in fast times

And the brake halt threw their heads

Out of the car window.

12.

My pulse is dancing in colourful circles

Won’t you try to catch its flightless beat?

13.

Calla-lilies serenade the moon

Icicles piercing icteric sunshine

Stars made for butterfly cocoon

Frog grass stepping, undefined

A diary written in brushstrokes

Of one artless individual’s chest

My ink is bleeding out and soak

I’ll tear out the pages of the rest.

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☆ me ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

i never cared much

for a mirror.

frivolous and vanity

and terror

at what you might

see there

like ghosts or parallel

to give scares

but what chills me

personally is

not the monsters or

distort oddity

it’s if i looked into a

mirror and

don’t fancy what i see

and it’s not

a spectre, but simply

just me.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Bloodsucker

They said that mirrors show your identity

And your true soul sits on the other side

She heard this verse so many times already

As she stared dully at the reflective glass

Thinking “Either they are all a bunch of nasty liars

Or maybe I am just a vampire.”

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Conversing With A Mirror

…I can hear the children talking , screaming you’re a wreck 

If you think you’re so convincing, where’s your self-respect?

 ~*~

Hello, my old friend 

It’s been a while since we last met 

I know that may have shattered you into a million pieces

But I’m sorry for that, that won’t happen again, I promise

.

I forgive you. So how is your life? 

Still overflowing with endless torture and strife? 

How are your friends? How is your family? 

Are they still stabbing your back? Treating you as an enemy? 

.

Oh yes, absolutely, they haven’t changed a bit 

They still trod over me and make me feel like shit 

Um, that promise I made? Yeah, you can tell 

I still haven’t fought back, and surprise! They still give me hell 

.

I see you still have those scars, and some new ones too 

And your eyes are still bloodshot and lifeless

Your hair looks like it hasn’t touched a brush, it’s a mess 

Or is your life even messier than that, true? 

.

I know, I know, I look like a big train wreck 

What can I do? It’s even worse than before 

My mind’s in shambles, I’m a walking accident 

If I can’t rearrange myself, d’you think to my life I could do so much more? 

.

Ah, I meant no offence at all, so sorry 

Maybe I started out a little too heavy 

Sorry once again, but pray tell go on with your story 

Perhaps maybe you’ve got good news to tell me? 

.

Well…I’d be lying to you if I try to be positive 

Just look at me, talking to you, barely trying to exist 

Well, good news, I stopped eating colorful pills for breakfast 

But I replaced it with bullets instead; the taste of death lasts 

.

That’s barely good news, but I really couldn’t blame you 

I know what you feel, I know what you’re going through 

I know I’ve said this a million times, but you won’t listen 

Please try to survive, please live, don’t get dragged down by them

.

God, are you seriously listening to yourself right now? 

You’ve said the same fucking thing over when we last talked! 

Have I changed? Have I gone for the better? Hell no! 

Stop preaching to me, you hypocrite, you know that ain’t how I walk! 

.

Calm down, please, I’m not the villain here 

Stop banging your fists against the glass, you’ll only hurt yourself 

I’m your only ally, you and me against the world, remember? 

If you refuse my gospel, then who are you gonna cry for help? 

.

Sorry, no, I didn’t mean to be so angry 

It’s just that…just that no one cares anymore about me 

Sure you’re the only one, and you couldn’t even dry my tears 

I’m turning schizophrenic, it’s just as I feared 

.

There you go again, stop planting doubt in your mind 

I’m as real as imagination can get, as you could easily find 

Let the idiots think whatever, let them spread their slanderous lies 

Just as long as you know it isn’t true, because humans do little otherwise 

.

Ah, I think I hear my mother screaming from downstairs 

Yelling something about my blood on the wall, or some mistake I made

I’d hate to leave you now and cut this off shortly 

But I still have to return to my own wonderfully shitty reality 

.

Oh shame you have to go, well, goodbye then 

It was so nice to have a proper chat once again 

But please, one last thing, for me, for you, just try your best to live 

Because I tell you, dear girl, the other side of the mirror ain’t as good as you think.

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POEM SHORTS: Distorted Reveries

>REFLECTION<

I stare at the frosted window, peering deep into my soul

But only nothingness did I see

I look into the mirror, hoping to find myself whole

But instead, a monster greeted me.

~*~

>LAST GOODBYES<

Black roses are dead

Wilting violets a dull hue

All laid on your lonely grave

As I say goodbye to you.

~*~

>VANISHING ACTS<

Sometimes I imagine if I ever suddenly disappeared

Would it even matter, would they notice I’m not here?

But no matter how much I wish, and no matter how I feel

I know it’s just simply impossible, and I never will.

~*~

>A BEAUTIFUL LIE<

A lovely dress to cover up the scars and wounds that they all despise

Thick makeup to hide my washed-up face and swollen eyes

A mask of happiness to muffle out my painful cries

And now I’m finally finished:a very beautiful lie.

~*~

>A FUNERAL FOR THE LOST<

Lighted black candles and a blazing chromatic pyre

Seraphs, in chorus, mournfully singing dark requiems desire

Roses, faint of blood, sharp thorns ready to wound

A funeral for the lost, a shadow mourning under the moon.

~*~

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