Mirror,
You betray me with your cruel precision.
You hold my face hostage in your glass prison,
shattering me into reflections that no longer recognize themselves.
I have begged you for honesty,
yet you pour hallucinations across my skin—
a thousand mouths whispering,
a thousand eyes unblinking.
Once, I thought you were truth.
Now I know you are only a stage,
where light rehearses the trick of permanence.
When you break,
I will gather your shards and drink them like bitter wine.
Mirror,
You betray me with your cruel precision.
You hold my face hostage in your glass prison,
shattering me into reflections that no longer recognize themselves.
I have begged you for honesty,
yet you pour hallucinations across my skin—
a thousand mouths whispering,
a thousand eyes unblinking.
Once, I thought you were truth.
Now I know you are only a stage,
where light rehearses the trick of permanence.
When you break,
I will gather your shards and drink them like bitter wine.
Beloved,
I write to you from the marrow of silence,
where your name still claws the walls of my ribs.
Every breath I take is borrowed from your absence,
every shadow a telegram from your ghost.
I have pressed my lips against the memory of your throat,
tasting the dust that has replaced your laughter.
Do you remember when we shared a heart like contraband,
smuggling tenderness through the checkpoints of despair?
Now I light a candle to your vanished face,
its flame stuttering like a pulse that refuses resurrection.
If you return, even as ash,
I will call it love.
Dear mama can I talk to you for some time
It’s okay I’ll yell if you can’t come
Mama I’m in this dream that I do not like,at all
I’m struggling to cope my life’s blocked by this wall.
Everyday I wonder how to break it down, it’s so tall.
It feels like needles punched right through my heart and I can’t let that slide
Because it’s so tall that I can’t see you, you’re on the other side.
I tear down every night hoping one day the wall separating us will also tear down
But those tears have built a well in my pillow enough for me to drown.
Wake me up from this dream, it’s too filled with pain
Hold my hand, save me from my own slovenly brain
Wake me up, I don’t want to have this dream again
Until then I’ll let my tears fall down along with the rain.
Mirror on the wall, do you see through me?
The battles deep inside or the truths I set free
You don’t blink, you don’t explain,
You just reflect my endless pain.
Ive been running out of time
Carrying weights that aren't mine
Mirror shows what I can't hide
The flame that burns from deep inside
I wore the crown it wore me thin
Built my throne on pride and sin
Tended to every helpless cry
Held my kingdom to the sky
Carried their burdens on my own
Drank all their tears remained unknown
Gave them my all, yet none remained
Inside their grief my soul has drained
I gave my heart to mend the broken
My grieving soul became the token
I dropped my crown the mirrors spoken
"Faith prevails where pride has broken"
Mirror, mirror, if I fall,
Will you catch me, will you call?
Or leave me standing all alone
Till I accept that this is home.
#Tone_it_down_my_dear
breath runs out of my lungs, this dungeon on my body grips tighter, yet I'm still nearing to her finer reflection..,
Glare in her face keep trapping my courage to confront her, I look, but still come back with tattered emotions..,
she creates so much iniquities to my sanity. One glance in her eyes, in this maze of her beauty, constantly return with drained batteries of my emotional and mental gps, leaving me wondering in the wilderness of her pulchritudeousness...
Wonder if her heart poses so pure and innocent as her smile, Troubled is my soul and mind, when fear keep piling wonders in place of confidence...
in my dreams I'm man, but her presence turns me into a lad, how hard I try to stand firm but my knees fails my strength, I need special ingredients of courage, mine, she had long exhausted
#Poetic_Ink
Dear Secret Love,
Love is a many-colored arch
displayed by rays of sun
and best seen in the wake of clouds
just after storms are done.
Love is a rosebud reaching up
to drink its fill of dew
that it might blossom in the warmth
of sun that shines anew.
Love is a midnight symphony.
Its music only heard
in hearts awakened by the song,
as joy inspires the bird.
Love is a sign of hope that shines
for anyone who'll see,
who'll lift his eyes from earth to sky
and dream of what might be.
So if you'll lift your downcast face
and look for signs above,
you'll see a rainbow, kiss the dew
and hear the song of love.
Then, hopefully you'll understand,
I am your rainbow light,
I am the rose that thirsts for you,
I am your love songs in the night.
Dear Therapist
She illustrates human wisdom, her ability
to understand predicaments befittingly.
Wisdom is her name, She is balanced like
the scales both intellectual, perception.
Her name is Sophia.
Oh, Life, a canvas of contradictions, a tale of strife,
I pose my questions to you, in search of meaning and life.
Why do the wicked thrive, while the righteous fade?
Why does evil reign, while goodness is oft betrayed?
Why must we toil for sustenance, and pay for earth's delight?
The land, the water, the air – gifts of nature's might.
Yet, we purchase them, as if they were commodities rare,
A paradox of plenty, in a world beyond compare.
Why do tears fall like rain, and hearts break with pain?
Why do we harbor hate, and struggle to love in vain?
Why does wealth wield power, while poverty's voice is hushed?
What of the marginalized, the vulnerable, and the crushed?
Why do disabilities afflict, and suffering beset?
Why does darkness prevail, and evil's presence is met?
I plant seeds of hope, but nothing seems to grow,
A barren landscape, where dreams wither and go.
Oh, Life, your mysteries are profound, your ways unclear,
Yet, in the questioning, I search for truth, and hold on dear.
Perhaps in the silence, an answer will resound,
A whisper of wisdom, that echoes all around.
It's been almost Nine months since you left us
and my heart still aches.
I miss you so much- your smiles that lit up the room, your stories that carried wisdom, and those Reality checks that only You could give.
I'm angry that your gone, You were the strongest person I knew, so talented, so full of life.
I know how hard it was for you in the end, to rely on others for daily care. When independence had always been a great strength.
But those days brought us closer, and for that
I am grateful.
I hold onto the blessings of your final years,
The love we shared, the lessons you left in my
heart.
You Were The Best Mom.
I Miss you Deeply.
I Love You Always.
Forever Your Child
Ah dear angel, there’s no time without flesh
But only space where we are lost and formless
It would be nice of you to press refresh
Back into picture we’ll return from nothingness
You smile at me like you’ve no words to say
My shopping list completed, so I’ll go
While I’m alive I have to use at max each day
Until the evening, when you may let me know
What I forgot, what should be rearranged
You send a message that explains the time I waste
On things I didn’t start and anyway can’t change
But the delivery’s delayed, I have to wait…
Dex and Rex were two crazy insects
they lived in Delaware’s favorite duplex
Dex’s nine-foot pet was a large T-Rex
Whom Rex did not hesitate to hex and vex
T-rex named Zex had lots of purple flecks
Cousins argued they looked more like specks
he liked to lean his giant neck over their outside decks
drivers who saw him often had car wrecks
dear old friends
adieu languid summer days
~ treasured memories
Trump wants Ukraine to never join NATO.
To Putin, he'll simply never say no.
He's been played like a fiddle,
Europe's caught in the middle,
and you can hear the laughter from Moscow.
All my female friends are;
charming spring flowers
in any and every season...!
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