I stare at my mirror
So shocked by what I see
There is a strange woman
Staring right back at me
I must’ve been abducted
This must be a crazy trick
For the reflection that I see
Is making me quite sick
Are those horrid wrinkles?
Is that a double chin?
The neck that was my joy
Is pillar like- not thin!
My eyes have no sparkle
They look listless and glazed
Perhaps it’s hard to focus
When I feel so dazed
Maybe it’s just a dream
From which I will awake
For how could that be me?
I’m sure it’s just a fake
I pinch myself real hard
The mirror woman screams
Oh no, it must be true
Now both of us cry streams
Mirror, you’re a traitor!!!
Mirror, this is a crime!!!
I order you to hide!!!
The tell-tale signs of time!!!
Do me a small favor
Tell me a little lie
Reflect a younger me…
Oh please, give it a try!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This barren night along dim street
where lamp posts hide drops of gold flakes,
and thorny weeds crack at her feet
to sift death's crumbs, throwing keepsakes.
Yesterday's thoughts scream much bolder
alone now, pinned by heart’s lesion
missing groom's compassionate flair;
as anguish sigh in procession.
Fractured mind plays a tortured game
that sorrow drifts without relief,
chasing lost hours in timeless frame
while bleak clouds linger like a thief.
And darkened soul pours acid rain
till beads of moonlight kiss wet eyes,
stars dripping bigger than tears’ stains
to wake faith’s songs, new quests arise.
Grief Contest of Black- Eyed Susan
Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit
A special unknown fruit from that one tree
A fruit that God said one should never eat
Then the snake came to shower the fruit free
Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating
God didn’t want the power to be known
The snake explained that they would be as God
Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown
We took the fruit and ate it and life changed
We now have knowledge, of good and evil
Pain and hatred also came along too
All that is bad sure did come to reveal
God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool
But we must carry our sin for all time
The curse from the first bite that we did eat
And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned
God was quite disappointed with humans
Hating to give us our just punishment
But we were now found walking with figs on
Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment
To this day we are filled with sin each day
Starting right from the first couple’s mistake
Now we must wallow inside their bad choice
Suffering the punishment we did make
How stoneblack is the park at will
And cool is the twilight
That glimmers across an uphill
Yet teardrops roll, all decked in white.
Your distant gaze flits, nearly bare
Like gas lamp on dim coach
Windblown by mist; here, everywhere
Tells me not to approach.
Later, amidst the evening rain
When hours drift in repose
The pounding lash of time contains
A bench without a rose.
My heart trickles as dew submits
To a quiver that heaves,
For your tattered rose now wilts
While sullen face of moon retrieves.
Oh, cloudbursts know my deep longing
While taste of moments are gone;
And souvenirs no longer bring
The laughter and reason.
Rose ( Allegory) Contest: Giorgio V
*revised poem, 2012
by: nette onclaud
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
Bore after bore fell silent eventually
Abhor I do feel through my eyes
Gore and sore now abundantly plenty
Tore through clouds, wondrous skies
Despair in abundance appears all around
Where in the world has all our love gone
Stare into our abyss, and see it abound
There is no tomorrow, there is no dawn
Sailing these seas, right now the waves are rough.
The ship is hard to steer, and I fear we may sink.
My crew has hope, but they don’t see what I do.
The water’s looking troubled, just like the way I think.
Sailing these seas, the waves have settled down.
The ship is sailing smoothly, I believe we’ll be okay.
My worries are at the back of my head.
I’ll save them for another day.
Sailing these seas, I think we’ve struck something!
My crew is in a panic, and I was not prepared.
Captain, don’t you know you always have to be cautious?
Even the leader sometimes gets scared.
Arriving at the shore, the ship barely intact.
Most of my crew is gone, but a few knew how to live.
They saved me when I needed them.
I want to show thanks, but I have nothing left to give.
To me, this poem sort of symbolizes depression, while indirectly talking about it.
The first verse pretty much says
"I am in a bad place, and I have supporting friends/family, but they don't see what I'm going through the way I do."
Second: "Things are getting better and I've decided to stop worrying about bad things happening and try to be happy."
Third: "Whenever I start thinking about good things and have hope, something bad always happens and I should've been prepared for it."
Fourth: "I made it through it, but lost a lot of the people supporting me because they couldn't handle me while I was down, and whatever I went through weakened me so it's hard to show gratitude to the people who stayed."
On egg shells she walks
Hoping one will not break
For the head games will start
She does not want to partake
He jumps to wrong conclusions
That are farthest from the truth
He always assumes the worst
She needs rational, not uncouth
She's fighting a losing battle
For he never sees her point
She can't head off the fight
Does he enjoy being out of joint
She wants to walk on solid ground
To no longer fear the cracks
She deserves to live happily
Not worrying about his attacks
Finding the courage to walk away
When the heart wants to remain
If only he could change his ways
Love her without causing any pain
She would more than gladly stay
Embrace living happily ever after
But as important as true love is
Equally vital is trust and laughter
I wish I had the knowledge of
lifes most important things
knew how to end lifes problems
and all the pain it brings.
I don't know much of anything
but I do know how pain feels
and I know this life is filled
with too many bad deals.
I always try to understand
what others say and do
because I may not really know
just what they have been through.
I never want to cause more pain
that doesn't have to be
and pray that someone else in turn
will do the same for me.
Does everybody feel the same as I do?
Lost? Adrift? Disconnected? Confused?
Does anyone know how to ease the hurt of truth
For the accuser, as well as the accused?
I've heard there's bliss
Found somewhere in ignorance
For those who have been stripped
Of their already fleeting innocence
So I continue to move through this life
Practiced smile, that doesn't quite reach my eyes
Which instead reflect the emptiness
That fills me up inside
It hurts to feel so alone and uncertain
Consumed by doubt and fear
Eventually life becomes a burden
Damaged beyond all repair
The temptation to numb all sensation
It more powerful than one might believe
I'll sacrifice the pleasure, to relieve the devastation
As passion gives way to apathy
Say whatever you want
About those who dwell on the past
Go ahead and judge me from your moral soapbox
While you cower behind your mask
The opinions of most matter very little to me
It won't be taken to heart as you intend it to be
First you'd have to practice the words you preach
If you ever do then I promise I'll start listening