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 Oct 2015 Daisy May
kairos
Mirrors
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
kairos
Is it just me,
or are mirrors weird?

They reflect who you are;
no;
they reflect the opposition
of your composition

Do reflections reflect
who you really are?
Or do they give
a false impression?

The flat surface
reflects
your reflection

Put your finger to the mirror
and if your fingers touch,
it is double sided.
I do say, indeed, mirrors are strange.

Why do mirrors bounce light of my reflection?
Why does my reflection reflect?
Is it trapped in,
or,
is it trapped out?

Is there a parallel world
in which, mirrors are portals?

Is my reflection staring at me,
wondering the same things?

What if the glass blocks me out of the parallel reality,
or rather,
protects me from the harsh, gray reality?
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
Chameleon
You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please don't take
my sunshine away.
And if in the end
he happens
to break your heart
thank him
for giving you
something
to write about.
I sink deep into your eyes
There I found
An ocean of flaming bright lights
Infinite galaxies to explore
More and more reasons for me to adore
You and your stars
The universe and its crimes
And how they connect with mine



-Constellations, Margaret Austin Go
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
Stu Harley
in
this
kind grave
is
a cast of
your soul
He didn't like the flowers
that sprouted beneath my collarbone.

He hated the red oak
and the fruit that I'd grown.

So I plucked every petal,
brought sheers to my throat
No longer my haven,
I was a garden of smoke.

Now he holds my wilted pieces
with a face of disgust
and decides an empty garden
is just too much fuss.
 Oct 2015 Daisy May
Haydn Swan
Music is the catalyst of my soul
takes me away to that other place
girls I once knew,
places that I have seen,
angry exchanges that should not have been,
tears that were shed over things that hurt,
pain that left me face down in the dirt,
loves lost and loves that were found,
contained in these songs with their melancholic sound,
when life leaves it mark and makes me frown,
my eternal friend will never let me down.
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