Mirage of lives,
Ever tell me current lies.
Mirage of time,
Sever bells that cries.
I live today,
But I died tomorrow.
I live today,
To see the old of me present.
Dead memories,
Unknown reality,
What shall wake me,
treacherous why.

In the eyes of another man,
Cascading on the hearts quaking,
A tragedy that was to never be named,
The judgement of fate is his for the taking.

My misconceptions environ me, no longer a soporose dream,
These are the threads of my sanity,
It's a fetch of my hollowness, benumbed thoughts so grim,
Reprieve me, for I am the only kin.

Life revised to the memories inscribed,
Confined within the ageing strands of mind,
Seeking those left undefined,
To deconstruct the crux of life.

A new mould ignites, contrived from past morbidity,
Ever frozen in time,
The voidness of this excited debility,
Flares forever inside.

The chasm within, a shadow well-withheld,
It knows when something's amiss.
When all is lost, a lesion turning gold,
Retorting back the abyss.

When it’s pouring outside,
rain disturbing windows–

When afar,
my mind is restless;
sleepless and insane.

I proceed to scream your name
like a sinner prayer.
Sunrise comes–
and still,
you are not near.

I remember our time,
vivid picture on my mind;
In one man bed,
we lay squished together.

Young and naked, naked souls,
we enjoy
our time together.
Oh I wish we had forever…

Your gentle touch all over me,
your eyes as well,
as we become together.

You roughly fill me with your love,
not worrying about the sleeping neighbours.

You brush my golden hair,
slowly after,
before we head back to the bed.

I fall asleep,
mind blank,
because I’m by
your side,
and nothing else compares.

Who hasn’t wanted to stop time for just a second?
Something fleeting — a moment, pure and simple.
The peak of life should be something we could wrap up and keep safe.
Everything passes — and most of the time, that’s a good thing.
But sometimes, it’s heartbreaking.
Not everything should slip away.
Some moments are so rare,
they feel heavy in your hands, like you could actually catch time.
But you can’t.
It always slips through — and like I said, everything passes.
A tiny fragment of time.
From Latin momentum, meaning the power to move, to shift.
And it’s that weight packed into small, passing moments
that keeps us moving forward.
Everyone has a moment they’d live in, if only they could.

Baby girl, I was your age a while ago
But it won’t be long before you’re mine
Listen, high school ain’t bad
There’s a difference between the screen & reality
No you won’t be bullied but learn to have a voice
It ain’t nothing wrong with being shy but don’t stay in that cocoon
I was there for too long and I missed too much
It ain’t nothing wrong with wanting a boyfriend
Understand no man is perfect so rid yourself of a checklist
Single women can’t be picky women baby girl
You’ll cry and cry but He will send you guys and you’ll be checking
Save yourself the tear filled days & nights
But you will meet a guy
Don’t worry about when he will come
Just know he will
It ain’t nothing wrong with who you are
You’re fun-sized, gorgeous, and intelligent
You’re a diamond who will make it through the pressure
Girls who couldn’t be you will dislike you
This is their problem not yours
Guys will look at you and like what they see
It’s up to you if they approach you
It ain’t nothing wrong with wanting friends
But too many ain’t where it’s at baby girl
One minute, everybody is cool
Then the next minute, there’s drama
We’re all human it happens
But baby girl, you don’t want to be around all that
Kick it with two or three
One if you have too, neither one is bad
You’re different baby girl
Accept that now and live your life
Five years from now, you’ll be my age
Don’t rush a minute of high school
14 and 19 are different ball games
Baby girl stay true to you
It ain’t nothing wrong with that
11/22/2017
-Mia J

© 2017 Mia J