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 courage to say rightful answers. The end

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 has crossed my mind If you had the courage to Would you face the mirrors of the mind

Mirrors are never kind They usually lie to harm But maybe that’s a good thing

After all

You mind is the same

Your mind is like a mirror

It reflects how you see yourself

But this mirror is like no other

For it reveals your true self

This mirror knows how to make you hurt It knows how to hit you in the gut Telling you lies That you believe with all your heart

But a mirror can also reflect the good Truth isn’t always bad Sometimes it reminds us that we’ve improved

Remember that time you studied hard and got an A

What about when you led your team to victory

The mind remembers the good and bad The happy and the sad

It’s what you choose to focus on That truly defines you

You cannot change the past But you can change the future

It all depends what you focus on

When you look at yourself

In the mirrors of the mind

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-lobotomy wandering in a cul-de-sac of madness—

I think I am a god—

Just for my disciples to forget my name.

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 find You have accessed the mirrors of your mind

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 these secrets high on a shelf Not really wanting to know yourself A distorted image of what could have been Lusting after perfection through the smoke screen Mirrors of the mind show what we hold dear Sometimes distorted sometimes clear Mirrors in my mind are an endless stream Of nightmares of hopes and of dreams Where truth and illusion sit side by side As the moments in the shadows choose to hide The answers to my questions I will find If I start looking in the mirrors of my mind.

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 _ 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 I see The way I walk The way I talk The way I laught Not just me but everyone one is controlled by _their mind (Read that again) _ But I don’t, I choose to change my mind I choose to angle the mirrors of my mind The reflection I want So I train Train to control How to drive my mind The way I want Soooo The journey begins

**_Let’s see who wins……..

(You can too choose if u want your mind to control u OR u to control your mind)_**

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 comparing myself to robots stupid filters, stupid boys dumb tests at stupid school scream too hard, I lose my voice just play it cool my head spinning round thinking about too much too often too many noises, too much sound I’m just so done I don’t even know what I’m crying about I need to take a breath but instead I bite my tongue, shut my mouth of course living’s better than death but it doesn’t feel like living anymore just surviving overthinking it all, an internal war but on the outside, well-kept and smiling I don’t know what to think I don’t even want to life’s gone in a blink I must figure out what to do to stop going so crazy take a step back and unwind stop being so lazy and untangle the twisted mirrors of my mind

I stare at her with hatred and disgust in my eyes.

her face is oily and full of pimples, her arms are too long, her stomach protrudes, her thighs aren’t right, her hair is always a mess.

I just want to scream and punch her but i can’t, or else the mirror would shatter into a million pieces.