What could be
more worthless
than a social media
influencer ...
With smoke and mirrors
their house of cards
in empty pander
— clouds
(The New Room: October, 2026)
I turned away from the mirror as I passed, too unbearable of a sight. The look in that mirror wasn't the beat of my heart, wasn't the thought in my head, wasn't the truth in my bones. The reflection could never match the character. I could never feel right in the mirror. Like I'm faking who I am, cause god forbid I hurt someone. God forbid the life pumping through my veins is too human. It's not an image of you, it's how you're perceived. Self-perception distorts the reflection, it's kinder on the soul to look the other direction. Kinder on the eyes to not be perceived at all. To stay in that room, let your flesh grow dry and your bones show through, forget that ache for connection, welcome the numbness of starvation, strum a chord to feel whole and shatter the mirror for daring to show you your truth. Show you your rotting. You're giving up, giving in to the same standards you swore you'd never care about. Losing yourself to a reflection that was never yours. If you can't smile at yourself now, why could you before you became lost?
The gray sidewalk doesn't care that it is raining
It just sits there,
Letting the water fill up the cracks
Of the hardships it has endured
The water washes over the rough spots,
Trying to smooth out the bumps
From years of heavy footsteps
And hot summer days.
Now the puddles act like mirrors,
Showing the gloomy sky above,
Proving that even a broken ground
Can hold something beautiful
While underneath
The asphalt still
Tries not to break
Under pressure
I have two mirrors.
One images the exterior.
One images the interior.
I use both of the mirrors.
The first mirror is of the type
That most of us commonly share.
The second mirror is mine to choose.
For me, that choice is the Bible.
If I'm not pleased with what I see,
I have the option of alteration.
Alterations with the first mirror
Are easier to master than the second.
The mirror of the Bible is much more
Revealing and exposes the inner me.
It also offers me a recipe for change.
Some recipes are less tasty than others.
It makes no allowances for choosing my
Own recipes. The recipes of the Bible are
Designed with me in mind and has no additives Nor man- made ingrediences. It is perfect.
I wonder what she sees when she looks at me
Because I know the mirror lies
Does she notice every imperfection I do?
Do my eyes look new every time I see her?
Are they as bright as I've been told they are?
Sometimes I wonder
When I look in the mirror
I'm always met with the same gaze
It looks drained
But when she tells me what she loves most
I can't help but wonder what she saw that I didn't.
mirrors stand so still
humans look into that glass
truth shouts back through light
I have a god
made in my image
god shows up in the mirror
awful in wrath
slow to forgive
god has a ponytail
and little patience.
.
.
A song for this:
Phlamethrower by AJJ
Trust the sky
know your heart;
You'll find
more reasons
to want to
keep on thriving
But do remember
that you are
inherently
worthy of
deep joy
and please:
Never stop shining.
Clandestine orchards perched upon the horts and whos so we'll make anew, the glowing fruit, is it purple or mewed pink, like colored sinks that sink the pink rose in the backyard pond for shallow eyes, that deftly see deepness and solidarity.
lake water mirrors
the sky's vast flitting canvas~
peace rests on its shore
Looking into the mirror, I discover another me,
In an ungraspable world of illusions.
When the mirror breaks, you break too,
And so do I.
Upon the lake, I discover my reflection,
Along with the shadow of someone else.
When the waters ripple and sway,
We dance together as one.
They say these are the golden years, yet I feel myself dissolving like smoke from a flame that never truly burned bright. I shrink back into the shadow folding onto its self. They tell me life is treasure, but in my hands its feel like heavy glass. I'm afraid to break, I hold on, I wait, They weight only grows heavier i wait for the Crack the shatter, the pieces that set me free. But it never breaks and neither do I. I carry the silence a burden that hums beneath my ribs. The glass doesn't break it only thickens, but I learn I learn to endure it.
a mirror never forgets a face
It's easier,
To believe darkness is external,
Outside our eyes.
God placed it,
Within the kindness of us,
Ignorance and gluttony in disguise.
The facade,
Part of it was...
Believing it was outside of us.
Endless purpose,
Permanently lost in turbulence,
Escapism and Lust.
Topics in a pipeline,
Darkness keeping us busy,
Easier to judge the over there.
City to city,
Plains and through the mountains,
A tether between our hearts we share.
Fusion between layers
Dimensions colliding alongside life experience,
Moving forward while feeling like losing.
Billions of mirrors,
Whether a fraction only,
Incomprehensible potential for lessons of the choosing.
Riding out
into the sunset
towards sunny uplands
before moons fall
scattering rock
and tiny diamonds
as crimsoned penumbra
encircles all things.
Dark swoops like a bat
to engulf the rasping throes
of surety.
Dawn awakes fretful
Mirrors and masks fail.
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