ReflectionEvery time I look at you
This is what I see
A pathetic little girl
Who looks a lot like me
Every time I look at you
I feel the anger rise
It courses through my veins
And I want to close my eyes
You are so selfish
So needy and vile
Please just go away
At least for a while
I don't want to see you
You make me sick
How dare you show your face
I wish you didn't exist
You're to blame for everything
That I have gone through
You hurt the people I love
And now I'll do it to you
I'll cut you and stab you
I'll rip you to shreds
I'll tear you apart
Till you wish you were dead
You ruined my life
You caused all this pain
And I've come to think that
It will always remain
But who are you really?
The image becomes clearer
And then I realize
I am looking at the mirror.
Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
Pray for PlaguesSempiternal love strung up on silhouetted trees.
Grown as cold as the wind passing through fragile leaves.
The bitter air clots the breeze in my throat.
Each breath simply begs for me to choke.
I can't live with you, I didn't want to try.
Yet you made me sit there and watch as you painfully died.
Now my soul is as hollow as the bones within a bird.
I'm just composed of red lines and screams that are never heard.
There is no difference between night and day.
It feels like I'm sleepwalking either way.
Anything would be better than this volatile raw pain.
So follow me to the graveyard, and we'll pray for plagues.
We're all just scarecrows lost in fields of October.
So enjoy your autumn now, because mine's almost over.