I seek to connect with the divine,

yet all I find are mirrors of the mind.

Tetherd in a frame so fragile,

Allowing me to think more agile.

I think to craft a better life,

And so I conjure up a butcher knife.

To slash my eyes out of the mirror scraping-off reflective glass,

Until it resembles diamond ash.

Carve the weakness from my mortal mind,

And let the spirit wander blind.

For that seems ...

My mind blank no answers, just questions asked maybe answers maybe questions?

No answers, answered no questions answered just a closed mouth. People still questioning

Like talking microphones but out of my mind like blowing wind “My Mind Is Blanked out! I cannot think of

Anything!” Everyone gasped with shockness then silence hit as the whole world empty, blank, out minded! Then I had the...

I tend to stay up late at night

Usually until two or three o’clock

Many people call me crazy

But this is when my mind is most clear

When I can truly sit and think

When my thoughts don’t disappear

For it’s always late at night

When my creativity lights its spark

When I write my poems and stories

With their themes so complex and dark

It’s late at night as I write this now

When a thought ...

My brain is a carnivalistic hall of mirrors.

Tall, lanky reflections point their fingers and laugh

At the short, round goblins that scurry

In fluorescent lighting—

I memorized the linoleum floors

And stoic boxiness of my quarters—

Counting the veins in my eyelids

Every fifteen minutes.

Like if I didn’t want to meet Death for cocktails,

I wouldn’t find a way out—

But I’m so doped up,

My post-lob...

I am bedizen with dazzling gems

A sweeping pink flurry of chickens and hens

My first conclusion is; you are new here

For I am glorious and you are too, dear

I click my way in heels, upstairs

To comb my way through tangled hairs

I wrap myself up tight in cloth

To look, myself, just not so goth

And if you follow me, you’ll see

That nothing feels like ecstasy

Than turning to yourself to fin...

When you truely look at yourself, what do you see ?

Do you feel at home when you stare at your reflection ?

Or does it play in your mind, more like an infection?

Tell me what’s in your eyes,

And before you try to tell me more lies,

Take a look at your reflection, does it pass the inspection ?

You see, it’s all eyes on you,

Everybody’s put you under review.

Next moves on you....

Mirrors in my mind

Thoughts lie in this vast expanse

More than reflections at first glance

Through the looking glass we see

The depths of our own mystery

In our minds the mirror shimmers and gleams

Revealing the essence of who we really seem

Memories dance in a mirrored hall

Some stand tall while others fall

Reflections twist in a maze of light

Revealing secrets in the quiet of night

Holding th...

Warping one’s perception

Of themself

A mirror maze in a fun house

Is not so fun when you are trapped

Stuck in perpetuating dead ends

All while having to analyze

Both yourself and your next move

The attraction is not all that different

From my own psychology...

The mirror of my mind wants to reflect

It wants to see my past with a clean surface

My future with a beautiful big shine

And my present to be **_defined

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The mirror of mind sometimes haunts me

It could help me but can break me

It shows the real me but sometimes disguises as someone else

It creates fuss, (unsolved)

But it also cleans, (beautifully evolved)

It shapes my way to think

The way...

glass walls surround my thoughts

all jumbled up in my head

waiting to burst out

I’m only alive until I’m dead

I just need to hold it in

a little bit longer

I don’t care if I lose or win

I just need to be a bit stronger

but everyday it gets harder

to keep it all inside

plaster on a smile, I’m no martyr

I’ve lied and I’ve cried

and nobody knows

I overthink a lot

insecure about my mouth, my nose

comp...