Stress Mirror Poems

Both sides of a sword with double edge, harm
One with love that may seems deadly to cope
Other with quiet GUISE till night loses arm ...

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Mirror mirror on the wall 
Would you still care if I break or fall ,
Would you still be there to console me through it all...

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The minute I get out of bed
So much clutter in my head
Dangling precariously by a thread 
How the hours of restful sleep have sped
Once midnight...

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Incrementally corporeal essence, here
to fore i.e. figurative spear
tire of mine, doth elicit despair
daily appall, thus I air
part tickle laurel lei objection
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Thy happiness which lies beneath my heart
It sings like a christmas carol with joiness of love
Some time I ask myself am I pretty enough?
Sometimes I...

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I have a thousand thoughts at a time I'm not sure where my mind's at
My heart likes to visit the places it was declined at
Thinking...

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Some days seem endless
Each passing hour doesn’t pass fast enough
They stay and linger as you empty yourself of emotion
Believing that it is better 
To be...

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I don't want to be beautiful if it means putting on make-up for 3 hours a day.

I don't want to be beautiful if it hurts.

I...

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Sunshine shoots through the windows and fills the house with grace,
Ricochets around the room and finds my weathered face.

Standing at a mirror I see refracted...

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Don’t hold me 
By these bonds of the heart
I am not meant for such emotions
I was born to lead a free life
With no restrictions and...

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You are what you eat 
And not far from with whom you meet
Every word that you speak
Will be heard so be meek

Every step you take...

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I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling...

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It’s scary how my reflection stares me dead in my eyes
Truth takes first place as my face dismisses all lies
No use to lie to the...

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The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living...

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Fresh glass appears with the birth of soul,
Overtime new days equate inevitable traumas,
Glass darkens as the masses of evil pull
Its mind deeper into self-inflicted dramas

Stress...

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