A world where nothing is everything and the children are seen as ignorant fools Shielded hopelessly with a see-through blindfold A family fights over nothing important Except to them it's the balance of their future Petty little snipers, killing off the hated bullied for a simple little mole lost in a sea of individuals wearing the same masks People saying that they're the ones who know best A phrase repeated flying over her head 'This is how the world works it takes no breaks for you it doesn't stop to heal your pain so keep on going anyways'
And I am tired of hearing something I already knew.
A deep breathe in the mirror A mirror! Breathe in deep! A deep reflection Look within, deep! The deep mirror? What mirror is deep? Maybe a lake or the sea? What do you see? Reflect the deep. The deep can only be a mirror when still. Reflect on what is still deep inside Reflect what is still Imitate the water Echo its calm Calm with deep breaths. Calmly breathe Breathe deep Breathe by the deep end Deep ene The end, And then begin again
Finally took a creative writing class at uni and here's my first output! We were asked to do phrase manipulation on phrases containing the word 'mirror'
These days, I spend my lazy days coming up with phrases to say. A delay is to wait. So what am I waiting for? A torn deliverer departs saying life is an art form. Sworn to protect his endeavors. Swift and as light as a feather. The blue embarks to make his mark on this world in due time. So I wait, and I wait out the hate this country has torn into. Pandora's box locks from the outside. I'm not hiding, I'm living in plain sight. In due time. We all wait until the day turns bright enough to ponder more. We have all fought the night enough in excellent form. In due time. We will rise as a nation guided by unspoken voices. Verses and choices. In due time. We stay alive till the coming of dawn. That's just fine. In due time. Generations wait belated unto their fate. This is our time. We rise up. Uncriticized this is our time. We rise up. One as a nation. Two as a people. Three as a crazed individual on a soapbox. Four as the children with smallpox. Five as the ones who just try to stay alive every night when the light shines too dim. Six as the individuals who act on a whim. Seven as those who pray to get to heaven but work all their days at a seven-eleven. Eight. Those who wait. Well wait no more. We are the infinity score. The war torn worlds go down when they sleep and so as not to make a peep we plan in silence. Abstracting violence with peace. We sit in hollowed out churches without verses because if we speak the truth the worlds seams will undo, that's power. One day will speak for hours for us. Those of us who are meek and delirious. Still stand proud. Yes I'm loud. Say into the light signs. Stay until the night time. Weigh it all and that's mine. Yes I'm loud. Take the voices. Reiterate the choices. Learn it through osmosis until we're comatosis. Gleam what we mean when you read all these words. Your life is better for it. Just a phrase as it turns.
The opposite of end-stopped Poetry; the trick with enjambment Is to never complete a sentence, phrase, or thought Within a single line of verse; but instead allow The syntactic unit to run on Unexpectedly, like a distracted self-drive tourist Attempting to navigate a multi-lane freeway Without indicating
They say "let bygones be bygones." But How could one let go of a clock To which one referred to—time. Though I believe in forgiveness History as is—is a tree For a point cannot be seen— Without salts in the seas.