Manny 7h
I've reached the end
my brain can't think of words again
I've lost my connection with my pen
But these demons are still inside my head
And won't disappear as I count down from ten
I'm lost, afraid.. And every now and then
I contemplate... to get relief
By cutting up my veins

Drinking won't take away my pain
And the sun won't dry away the rain
But the thunder keeps calling out my name
Its roaring, screaming in my brain
It's driving me insane
Repeating it over and again
I'm looking at this mirror
With no idea who I am

I'm trying to collect all the fragments that remain
Of who I used to be, before the demons made
my brain into their domain
And I might be crazier than them
Because every day I feign
A smile so that no one can complain
That I'm the kid that is broken and alone
With no one but myself to blame
When poetry is your only outlet and you can't seem to write anymore, then you start losing your mind. Especially when nothing else helps you vent.
Humble on a mirror
Is something you won’t find
Because humble is a virtue
That people hide inside
A painted mirror
With the image of love
Only intended to show her exterior
No matter the size of the shove

They pick spitefully
Tossing flecks of dried work
But she responds oh so delightfully
Forgetting her crafted worth

Born to show others an image they'd like to perceive
Dead to have not even the maker grieve
You say you are ugly
because you only ever see
yourself
in the mirror
that tells you what to think

You don't see you
when I make you laugh
when your eyes come alive
with joy

You don't see you
when your crush texts you
and you fail to hide
your smile

You don't see you
when your dad comes home
at the end of the day
and says he loves you
wrapping you
in his arms
you are so filled with glee

You don't see you
when you make us so happy
you cannot help
but beam like the sun

the mirror is not a person
it has no face or voice
it cannot tell you anything
it will never say
you are beautiful

but we have faces
and we have voices
and we can say
you are
I saw a post online that said something of this sort that inspired this poem.
Tharuki 5d
Shes a mirror
People only see
what the want to
see.
Nyx 5d
Staring into the mirror
Thats reflecting a face
But a void of emotion
An empty space

A hand upon the glass
As if this is really me
I'm not at all convinced
These eyes are screaming a plea

From deep within
This empty shell
This smiling mask
My own personal hell

I remember happiness
That once shone so bright
No traces have been left
No evidence of that light

Gazing back
At this hopeless form
This helpless girl
Lost within the storm

This storm that was brewed
A creation of my own
To which I blatantly accepted
Within it my loneiless has grown

Cold stream running down
The edge of my cheeks
A ghostly pale complexion
My resistance is at its peak

Hold the cool metal to a wrist
Desperatly finding a vein
Looking back at this pitiful girl
Perfect eye contact is made

Shaking with fear
Inhaling a deep breath
The blood trickling down
This girl can finally be at rest

Mirrored within the reflection
A young girl looking back
A smile etched upon her face
She had finally made her crack

Reflection
Sometimes the reflection isint always the truth
No house but a woman is the homemaker
she’s not done yet she’s universal.

Four walls can’t hold a woman inside
she is veiled but not tied!

The arch in her back hits the mark
above the pyramid above the sunup.
The light at the end of the tunnel here is love.

Her inner mystery is her paintbrush.
The colour on her canvas
is a far cry from the rainbow.

It doesn’t fade nor falls on the floor.
Keeping it up the time lingers on.
Every star from far and near
can see here a mirror at home!
i love my dad
you do not see it
but that's the way
it is

three hour van silences
are no longer
awkward

i am the scion of 4
that's never going to greet him

i know a child
scratches his belly from the inside

i'm in the house of mirrors
while everyone is eating
i see through the
teasing, the
shouting
mom shakes her head "no one
can ever talk to you"
i see
through
the
pain

my silence as a message:
67 years no longer let you
rush to climb the stairs
to embrace the plush worm
of colors: i do it for you

i do not greet you
but i dress a shirt
with the caption "DADS"
and a picture of us two.
Amanda 7d
One day will be at peace with myself
Wounds on my heart will completely heal
Fingers and hands will no longer miss yours
I will finally conquer the sadness I feel

I won't feel split open and apart anymore
As though emotions are exposed and on fire
I am unable to put the embers out
Warmth in this dungeon of desire

Soon enough I'll set all seductions free
Stop throwing chances carelessly away
I am letting go of baggage one final time
Finished, flaws far too heavy to weigh

Always felt I was born frailer than most
I didn't feel accomplished or strong
Not receiving earned recognition
Standing my constant state of wrong

Say good words about others
But give insults to my ears
I feel lonely, I must be unwanted
Doubt the root of my greatest fears

Help me understand my worth
Love ugly parts at my core
It hurts, it festers, shame an ever-present gash
Please stop it, my whole body becoming sore

Kill concern before it burrows beneath
Destroy it or else it wjll dig too deep
Harness inner power and will
Halt insecurities, then they'll never seep

Say I'm doing okay when asked
In the mirror hate the person I see
Tell everyone I'm fine though I know I'm not
Because eventually a day will come where I will be
It's hard to accept myself because ive made so many mistakes
Joshua Nai Jul 11
"Stop!"
I screamed in the room of my mind.
My echoes, echoed in the emptiness of this room.
Shutting up the messy voices in my head.
Who is trying to get a place in my head.

"Who is who?"
I really don't know.
I fall for it's tricks sometimes.
It's cunning, slick, twisted hands grab on me.
And I fall into it.
Only to wake myself up.

"How can I live when I don't know who my voice is"
"How can I live when I don't know what is God's voice?"
How can I be such a failure....there you go again, falling into the traps of these lies.
And yet again......see....I just can't stop believing in those lies.
It tears me apart in the inside.
Careful to not break me on the outside.
So that people won't know the storm inside of me....
So that I would be alone.

"Stop being so stupid, foolish, distracted, and stop being such a failure....you are so stupid...you truly are..." I say as I speak to the mirror...
Guys I am so sorry for the ups and downs of my poems....really sorry....
Please remind me of his love....
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