the mirror
divides where
the partition begins
between broken and free

i touch the glass
it imitates me
copies my every move
i must be confused

i touch the glass again
it still imitates me
showing the contour lines
of my every ****** expression
but then its gone
i must be very confused

i look hard into the glass
i see my face
i look harder
but this time its different

i first see my flaws
my imperfect perfections
what makes me whole
why should i look like a brainless doll?

i look harder once more
into the glass
and i see something
far more different

i see the girl
with the piercing
dark grey eyes
who has everything in
her life just sorted out

but then i see
the girl
with dark black
holes in her sockets
instead of eyes

this girl has
many marks on her body
signifying how many times
she has been hurting

i see a marking
on her forehead
it says LOST
it then begins to
cut a wound
into her scull

i try to forget
all these disturbing images
i have seen in this mirror
forgive and forget

hasn't it always been about forgiving and forgetting?

i'm not sure i want to forget anymore.

i want to remember.

i turn back
and look at the girl
with the deep dark eyes
i then see her mouth move

who are you?

(b.d.s.)

i sit quietly
as i write a verse of poetry
in my notebook

faint whispers
are everywhere calling
my name

i just ignore them

i have started
on my second verse
and the whispers increase
with intensity

i begin to write quickly
in my notebook
these whispers
increase and begin to
sound like the hissing of a snake

is this a dream?

"oh my gosh no one even likes her"
"she's such a *****"
"ew she writes poetry"
"ugh shut up already"

i then hear a
shriek
i turn around to see who it is
but except everyone looking at me

oh its me.

i become infuriated
and continue screaming
everything becomes hazy
im not here

i repeat
in a trance
"always remember what they said and let it go"

i see blurs of  faces
some i know
some i dont know

i close my eyes
and say adieu
goodbye.

i hear them say
"what could have we done"
or "why did she die"
or merely a "who was she"

i hear
someone read aloud
the words from my notebook
death by the society

(b.d.s.)

names
dont really say who we are
or define who we are
neither do they say our
deepest thoughts

they are just
letters arranged
in a combination
and scrawled on a piece of
crumpled paper

they are a tag
a label of similarity
a forecast
of sameness

they are not straightforward
it does not live our lives for us
it is not etched in our hearts
but etched on the concrete
cinder block of life

uniqueness and rarity
is lost here
gone in the syllables
of the name

swallowed by the letters.

the poor soul
behind the name
tortured by the burden
of a labeled society

it weakens the heart
it weakens the mind
each and everyday
hope is lost
in sameness

i will break free
i hope you will see
the difference
between me
and the person behind me

im different
and i am me.

(b.d.s.)

la petit morte
a little death.
yes.

this state of delirium
brought through the tender touch
as two parts of two different faces
connect to be one

two different faces
two different worlds
yet they are one
breathing and living

this connection
strong as wire
light and effortless
like a carefree endless dream

a dream that never ends.

a little death
washes over me
like a calm wave

moans echo through the walls
forgotten words
are lost in desires
wants.
fantasies.


(b.d.s.)

black and white
the imperfect perfection
the balance of consistency

black.
the classy colour of darkness
contrasts humanity's existence
the pit of eternity

white.
the colour of light
brightness at its wake
all is seen.

the aesthetic presence
is around us
it is covered by the coloured lies
of this world

black and white
is heard by all.
seen by all.
believed by all.

it is straightforward and raw precision.

everything is black and white.

at least, it should be.

black and white
has been forgotten
by many

but it is still alive
it is breathing...
it lives in us

its presence should'nt be forgotten
it should lie in our hearts
it is now.
it is yesterday
black and white is forever.

(b.d.s.)