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We wake up together 
Sniffing and staring 
At our thoughts 
Floating together
In this square bubble
With sunlight in it.
Last night we held each other.
Could only watch the
Visuallystriking images,
Battling each other
For love in the dark.

Now I hate you with such a
Familiar closeness
That I forget the word entirely.
It doesn't exist.
And your face, is a beautiful
Perfect flame,
That burns with every color in it
That just showed up,
That I needed .
And it's this love. 
This love of never caring at all,
This love of just thinking about this love
That makes your love leave.
It's gone and then I love you 
without you.
no echo here just quiet and the bright
lamp of midday that flattens all below
with gentle touch that equals massive blow
and makes us all long for the cool of night
there's not a bird  today seeking the height
the strongest beast is hiding from the glow
this day at least we wish to see the snow
soften the edges of this harshest sight
mind cannot waken to the meanest task
nor is there thought of music for the charge
when distance adds so much to every fear
it magnifies the words that each must ask
making the burdens that were small so large
but yet each basket when we look holds air
 May 2013 Douglas Oliveira
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It's funny
They say that mirrors reflect you
But do they really?

Mirrors don't show how nice you are
Or how caring 
Or trustworthy 
Or how understanding 

They don't reflect your favorite songs
Or movies or books or tv shows

They don't reflect your hopes 
Your dreams
Your aspirations 


They don't reflect the things that make you
You

Instead,all they show are mere flaws

Mirrors show the 'too-fat' you
Or the 'too-ugly' you
Or the 'not-good-enough' you
Instead of the real you
Which can't be seen

I understand why people don't like their reflections 
It shows what they think are flaws
Instead of who they really are 

So maybe,
If mirrors reflected personalities
Instead of looks,
Fewer people would hate their reflections
This is more of a draft,I guess. I don't know if I should work on it more or just be done,I don't know. It's kind of ironic or hypocritical  on my part,I guess. Written in 5 minutes;probably *****. I'm trying to write more,but I have no ideas :/
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