Mirror, mirror, on the wall

I look at you and see a billion colors running into each other
I look at you and see beauty in its fiercest form
I look at you and see a being that can be loved and loved
I look at you and see a person who can shatter the world like it was a flimsy glass


But you look at the reflection in a mirror and you see darkness of the darkest kind
You see a heart empty of emotion, beating loveless blood, beating because it has nothing better to do
You see a mind that no longer looks for the hidden mysteries of this complex world
You see eyes that don't widen in amazement and lips that don't smile anymore


But did you know that the mirror lies?
It's biased and paid by the rich and mighty to soothe their souls and insecurities
Hidden in its grey depths is envy and hatred
Through dishonesty, it robs the world of beauty and color


But the mirror wins, unfortunately
It has the support of all things bad and grimy in this universe
And so it lies and tears apart lives like they are the thinnest of paper
And watch as the flames turn those lives to ashes


But you, dear one, look away from the mirror
Don't let its hypnotizing gaze mesmerize you
Break away, ignore the calling voices
See yourself as your truly are


For it isn't deep mirror that holds true reflection
But in rainbow capturing puddles of raindrops
Or endless ocean in someone's  eyes
That you will see your real self in its brilliant colors.

There were dark clouds gathering

In her twisted mind

And she blew at them

But they didn't get blown away

The wind howled, filling her ears

They grabbed at her, tore off her hair

She whispered prayer and chanted mantra

But the storm didn't cease, only got louder

Then she cried a piercing cry

And for a moment, the world was on pause

She thought she had overcome the darkness

But then it hit her more forcefully than before

So she bowed down before the storm

Powdered glass drawing patterns on her soft skin

She let her blood mix with the rain

Felt her soul empty bit by bit

And so when they came to rescue her

All they found was an empty body

They forced in clean air, filled her lungs

But how can a body function

When it has no heart?

So they wept

For the nameless girl

And buried her memories

In the frozen ground

Then they forgot

As they always do

And only remembered when

Another grave was to be filled

Home

We wander

From place to place

Call them home

But what is home?

Brick walls and

Wooden doors?

Is it the jar of memories

We carry with us

To the ends of the world

Until our last breath leaves us?

What is home?

The black-eyed boy

Who promised you

To love you forever and ever

But whose voice

You haven’t heard in

Forever?

What is home?

The landing strip that burns your feet

But cradles you in

Safety

Making sure no skin is bruised

No bones broken?

What is home?

A dog-eared book

Covered in tiny letters

Holding great treasures

Your words

Your thoughts?

What is home?

The silence of sleep

Before others are awake

Hot tea a warm blanket

Burning your throat

And silence so deep

The voices in your head

Join in

And there is peace?

Traveling the worlds

Earthbound

From heaven

To the ordinary

World

Of

Pastel shades

Thinking of heaven

Bright explosions

Heightened emotions

Sparkling stars

She missed her stop

No emergency alarm

She spiraled downward

To hot, red hells

Fiery gasses

Burning ashes

Fell on her pale skin

Polka dotted now

With cigarette burns.

Stop

I wish you wouldn't talk to me because when you do
I'm given a peek into this life I will never belong to and
I can't stop myself from falling in love with that make-believe world where
I am whole, I know happiness, I am a complete being and not a faulty factory-reject

For you on a rainy day

“Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation.”
- Sylvia Plath

Do you see the fairies
Crashing on to
Windshield
And puddle
Dancing and singing
In merry
Mass suicide?

But those fairies
Will get their fair share
Of words today

So today
The fifth of August
Will be for you
Entirely
And solely
For you


#1
Missing you
Is like missing a memory
That wasn't mine

Missing you
Is like missing a book
I've never read

Missing you
Is like finding a voice familiar
Even though I've never heard it before


Loving you,
It's no surprise then,
Is like loving the great unknown


#2
Our fingers touched yesterday and much to my disappointment
It didn't send waves of emotion through me like I thought it would
Maybe because there were other people in the room or
Because it wasn't a romantic gesture
It was also something I had done so many times, handing a glass of juice or water
To you and you taking it, except usually I hold a tray and you take the glass on it
Yesterday, there was no tray and you had no choice but make contact with me
I was disappointed, I expected more out of that unplanned moment

But then, later, after I had actually said a word or two to you
Acknowledged your existence for the first time in two years or more
And as you were leaving, still laughing
You turned back and smiled and I smiled
And we made eye contact, which I now know is stronger than
The accidental meeting of hands
And then, I felt that wave
And it left me with a longing for the past
And happiness, and happiness and happiness


#3
I wish
It was
  It was a windy day
    A hot day
  The clouds sending
    The sun sending
  Soft, cool kisses
    Sticky kisses
  Our way
    That stuck on to skin
  And you give me your own
    And you gave me your own
  Warmer, more real
    But wetter and messier
  And I melt
    And I distance myself
  Like the books say
    Pretend it's all happening to
  One would
    Someone else 


#4
You said
'Don't write about me'
So I won't


#5
On a day like this
Three years ago
We would have been
Talking about your exams

On a day like this
Two years ago
We let silence
Keep us away from each other

One a day like this
One year ago
I had finally stopped
Missing you


#6
Four years of
Unrequited love
Then I tell you

Then I meet him


#7
Know that
I'm waiting for you
With patience




(Out of reality, fiction was written. Incidents may seem familiar, too recent to forget and too true. However, know that I've taken that reality and added just too much imagination for any of my words to be anything but fiction.)