She stepped out of the shower,
an image in the mirror blurred by fog,
after she wiped it clean,
this is what she saw..

A girl, locks of ivory, cascading down over her shoulders.
A summer shroud, each tendril of inky hair was.

A set of green eyes, shimmering with hope,
these very eyes peering into a mirror's soul.

Her nose, softly sloping like a fresh snow on a hill,
perfectly shaped, something she could be proud of.

Her lips, gentle and ruby with heat,
luscious and forbidden to others.

Her shoulders, dipping into a gentle dance,
of her arms, long and perfectly slender.

Her chest with teenage spirit bursting seamlessly,
falling into a shaped stomach of soft curves.

Her legs, tall and elegant with grace,
resting into feet, too big for her body perhaps.

She looked in the mirror,
seeing a girl made of only perfection.
And this is when she came to realise,
the girl was her.

If I shut my eyes,
The world comes to life.
Stars burn brighter,
and children smile broader.

If I shut my eyes, and really try,
The skies turn back to blue,
And the clouds are no longer filled with rain.
Sometimes even people laugh.

If I shut my eyes, and really try, and wish with all my might,
The bombs don't go off,
and the people get along,
and best of all, no one wants to or has to die.

If I shut my eyes, and really try, and wish with all my might, and pray to god,
Maybe, the sun will try to shine.
Maybe to world won't seem so dark.
Maybe the world could be better.

If we all just closed our eyes,
And really tried,
and wished with all our might,
and prayed to god.

Things might actually end up right?

First they asked me a question I knew the answer to.
Have you been using a calculator?
The answer is False.

Second they gave me a problem, something easy.
f(x) = 3x + 3, find x such that f(x) = 18
And it was easy.
The answer is x is equal to 5.

Third they asked me something new.
But it was a trick question.
So I gave them a trick answer.

The people were amazed.
I was taken out of my class,
and now I am here.

They ask me to move chess pawns,
and they ask me to recite prose in dead Latin.
They will ask me to solve questions in old dusty books.
They will ask me to rattle of Pi
3.1415...

Some of the kids will look at me funny,
and some even laugh.
I simply scoff and go back to my Shakespearean Literature
Silly Romeo and Juliet wanting to feel such a petty emotion.

In every poem, I've read and yet to read,
There are the words you will always see.
Shadows and secrets, kept in quiet hearts,
Pain and emotions, and being torn apart.

In every stanza, and every verse,
Love and war, breaking down when everything hurts.
Butterflies and blades and echoing fears,
Dreams being lost and drowning in tears.

They're in all of the lyrics, sonnets, and haikus,
The existence of sorrows and what you could lose.
We escape the suffering, and all of the lies,
Death's of flowers, and glimmering eyes.

There are the words, that are always repeated,
We use them like weapons, when the battle gets heated.
They are our languages, of beginnings and ends,
This is what we scream when we've lost our friends.

Though they be overworked and overused,
They are our comfort when we're being abused.
These are the words of the abandoned races,
and the language we use to give meaning to emotionless faces.