I stare at the mirror
not because I'm vain
and not because I'm pretty
I stare at the mirror
because the person looking back
is not me
It's a black, shadowy wisp
that runs away
when I try to touch it

Someday I’ll be just ashes & a memory

even in your arms,
you've been out of touch.

So if you don’t respect me as an intellectual
You don’t get my love
Be a you have nothing to do with the intellectual community

Never is such a powerful word to others
Never give up
Never leave you
Never stop loving you

Never is such a hurtful word for me
Never going to survive this
Never good enough
Never going to have you

Yo también tengo ruinas
y si acudo al pasado
ya no sé a quién o a quiénes
busco entre los escombros
son ruinas sin prestigio
sin guías y con musgo
inmensas y mezquinas
señas de lo que fui
columpios desnudeces
huellas crepusculares matutinas nocturnas
la luna las descubre
les dice lo que eran
columnas de tesón cúmulos de experiencia
pedernales de amor
catacumbas de miedo

yo también tengo ruinas
pero no deslumbradas
sino ciegas distantes
residuos de palabras
vestigios de rencores
esquirlas de castigos
reliquias de caricias
ruinas tan taciturnas
calimas de la pena
albergan sus fantasmas
como todas las ruinas
y como todas dejan
escuchar su lamento

yo también tengo ruinas
meses y años troceados
muñones de confianza
perdones en añicos
piedras en las que a veces
me reconozco       entonces
amo la piel rugosa
de mis hermanas ruinas

remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
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compare yourself

Always have that energy
As your spiritual guide
To lift yourself up greatly
As that ship sails along the tide
Waters may sometimes be rocky
But, you must have that strong will to survive
Be that beacon of light
In order to continue to thrive

There are five stages of grief:

Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance

Life asks what it thinks we can handle
Like lighting a flame to burn the candle
Life's not as hard as they leave you to believe
Life's just different so live and see!

This poem can be read three ways, straight through, 1st line every other, 2nd line every other

Her heart is closed

In a casket of gold

Sealed by magic

With stories untold

Far beyond the moonlit sky

How will this adventure unfold?

Up and away in galaxies unknown

Her soul with scars so very bold.

She makes her way to the path most sure

To find her weapon to break the mold.

—AuroraRW

Why can't my
Heart be empty?

The coldest night air
Seems no different than the
Space around the stars.

te amo tanto
pero entiendes todo mal
no quiero perdirte
y te ignoro un poco más
por siempre juntos
solo mi ego primero
pero confiame
no hablaré de mis sentimientos
porque lees mis pensamientos
mi lucero
entonces, si me los preguntas
no entiendes la primera vez
enojaré
contigo
solo un poquito más

y el otro día
sin escuchar tus palabras
sin pensar tus preguntas
digamos, los problemas
mi novia
haces mucho problema
seguimos
sin sentir lo que siento
sin empatía o comprensión
porque te quiero tanto
como tu corazón de hierro
lagrimas no florecen allá
olvidamos que enoje un montón
contigo
solo por una miscomunicación

y el otro día

solo un poquito más

Saw myself as you knew me.

Where.
Do you fit in here.
What.
Do you know about sinking here.
Why.
Did you think I'd think you'd miss me here.
Here at the Pinnacle of here.
& The adolescents of never.



Garrett Johnson.

Google maps says
it will take me
21 days to
walk to you.
Just enough time
to break the habit
of thinking
that I need to.

Nights may seem long,
but day must come eventually.

Falling
falling steep
a slip on the way
falling deep

falling
lesson to keep
remembering
even in my sleep

rising
slowly not by leap
falling is awakening
not failing-- a heap

of hope piling
just waiting to reap
a sweet beckoning
as joys gently seep.

I cough words
onto a page,
and hold it up to the world.
They call it art, they call it poetry.

Lost
Empty
I forgot
about plenty
but there's a lot
you won't let me

hello stranger,
how are you?
are you happy?
did you get everything you ever wanted?
did you lose yourself in the process?

Given the horrors of "the real world"
It's sometimes rational to go insane

Poetry, in a sense, is madness
To both express and escape the pain

I'd like to reach The Promised Land
Where the agony does not reign

But it often seems like Dover Beach
Terror the refrain

Still I seek the glowing moon
A lunatic loves to wax and wane

the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace

13 years on the planet
and I can’t get it right
the personality
the ****** expressions
the life
I can’t get it right
maybe I never will

the more sleepless days
I spend awake
eyes closed

I realize the night is short
the morning will rise and haunt me

War is a play,
A theatrical piece,
Readying the cast,
Before decease.

Props in hand,
Mics linked up,
To calm yourself,
Drink from death's cup.

A play for onlookers,
To watch and stare,
Ready before,
The speakers blare.

Before the crowds,
We are attacked,
A play repeated,
To reenact.

My periods turn to semicolons
My suicide notes to poetry
My goodbyes become hellos
The blades turn to sunflowers
And the bullets, a rose
My heart still is broken
But the pieces have been found
Death isn’t for me anymore
What is, in the here and now
I still don’t feel enough
But I am alive
And that’s enough to say
Today is not the day I die.

Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.

I dance in Her metaphor 
                                    I step in step
within the shadow casted by wanting eye

I swirl Her enchanting dreams 
                                     I glide debonaire
twirling through with crystal ball flare

I take a knee to Her grace 
                                     I catch the night
silver leaf flowing elegant gown seams

I with gracious heart in Her arms
                                    I can't fool I know
more then two d whispers are always craved

I oh so beautifully in deep love with Her
                                    I think wishes be true
in the bolero devine, the danger zone, Her soul