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Lead K Feb 2021
i am drowning in your many waters
sea and sky reversed
like an inside-out TV
looking up into the depths of your you-ness
i want to be deeper
i want to go deeper
i want to know deeper
i want to we deeper
i want to wear your body like a self
and look at me
which is you
the mirror is the door
you wrote this, and i am reading it.
Eva Jul 2020
The lid of a stained glass bottle,
leaves a burning sensation in my palm.
What was I hoping for?
Surely, this message will wrinkle-
my painful words silently drifting away.
And all that'd be left was my starving soul,
craving to be found someday.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
And don't wonder
With every new wrinkle
A change awaits

We incline
The Sun
The Moon
And the stars
At the end
Genre: Observational
Theme: True Value Of Life
TD Apr 2018
In crumpled silk
her old woman’s profile
tempts tactile voyages
teases makeshift sifters.

Is she doctored by sepia tones?
Cool to the touch
yet warmth emanates
from her wrinkled glaze.

Dive under her character folds
discover the dermis paper-thin
eroded smooth by gritty tales
trickling in her time capsule.

And when you do..
looks can be..

She survives by experience.
She inspires by being.
And we live impetuously by
playing sculptor to her secrets
disrupting her satin strands.

Perfectly coiffed,
she preens and cajoles,
coaxing those who thrive
on making waves.

And every hair slides
right back into place.
Picture prompt and credit:
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A new wrinkle,
Searching mirror for answer

Untangling knot
Genre: Haiku
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Janae Jul 2017
I smile
nose crinkled
skin wrinkle
make my eyes
and teeth
melli7 Mar 2016
You call me
beautiful but you
don't see

what you call
is your own
reflection with
maybe a bigger frown than
you usually
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