These pictures of time, Laid out before me.

The Choices I make every day.

These open wounds of mine, Play out before me,

How much more must I take?



I Stare in the mirrior and wait for it to change,

But my reflection is always the same,

I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,

But this face staring back has no frown,

I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,

This man in the mirror continues to cry.



Promises I've been breaking, and risks I have taken,

It all plays out once again.

Back in the days, when the world wasn't the same

When I was convinced I could win



I Stare in the mirrior and wiat for the change,

But my reflection always stays the same,

I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,

But this face staring back has no frown,

I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,

This man that I see continues to cry.



She's comming back to say hello again,

And this face that will greet her has a chance to win,

But how can he rise when all he knows is how to fall,

How strong must he be to break through these walls?



I stare in the mirrior and wait for the change,

But my reflection is always the same,

I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,

And I see the tears break before they hit the ground

I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,

This man I see has so much pain inside.



This reflection is all I know

But Everything changes when you know where to go,

I cry out to the Father to spare my heavy load,

So that the reflection's story will be told.



And suddenly everything begins change,

And this face staring back at me now has no pain,

So he thanks God for taking it away,

While looking in the mirror at himself today



I stare in the mirror and wait for the change

Suddenly This reflection doesn't look the same

See how this reflection changes.

I stand before my God without any shame.

Goodbye to everything that has gotten in the way

And my whole reflection has completed a change

The mirrior is my adversary.
My eyes variance, what others don't see.
To the word I'm adequate, crowning , spotless, and skilled

Every morning I wake up, get ready and cover my lips in red majestic mac

Red lipstick seems to illuminate confidence in the eyes of many,
but to me it is merely a pigmented shield of secrets.
Humorous isn't it?
Every unmarred life, seeks to relive its pigments
Fears, self-doubt, imperfection.

Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall..
Who's the thinnest of them all...


The sound of battle rumbles
Conscious at wrists ends
Bawling in me

Fat,
Fat,
Fat,

Yours tricks are foul, you tauntful mind
Vision is blurred from reality,
Oh mind how you love to frolic

Your sheer joys leave me unpieced,
The snickering of my mirror,
Damages my frame.

Sorrowing fades my red lipstick
Pigments revealed,
Vulnerable,
Unworthy,
Marred to the bone

Quickly I learned that the mind is the enemy, filled with con

Staring in my mirror and all I see is fat.

Red lipstick always seems to fade by the end of the night.

I really must say,
life is a mess.
People see one another,
and jokingly threaten death.
"I'm gonna **** you!" She smiles
"Not if I get you first,"he grins back.
They mean well.
But the sad truth is,
when I look in the mirrior...
I say the same thing.
"I'm gonna **** you!"
But it's no joke.

My dear darling
Put on a pony tail with a pink shirt and some blue jean shorts and is happy as a flower in the sun

My dear darling
Went to school everyday
Shes getting picked on
She wounders why they judge her

My dear darling
Gets called names and judged
She has no friends
She changed her clothes from pink to black

My Dear Darling
Foundout how to deal with this pain she has
She started cutting
In hopes to bleed to death

My dear darling
Looks in the mirrior and wants to change
She is starving herself to death
She thinks that by starving herself she will be beautiful

My dear darling
Listens to different type of music than the others
She has fainted now on to the hospital quickly
They saw her cuts how tragic this is

My dear darling
Has returned home from the hospital
She still gets judged and bullied by the others

My dear darling
She has cut too deep
Shes bleeding to death
Foolish girl

My dear darling
Has died she couldnt take the bullying anymore poor girl .. All she wanted was to be accepted and make friends ...

I looked at the mirrior today
I only saw me without you.
I searched myself from within
And I couldnt find my soul.

I listened for my heartbeat
And I heard nothing...
I searched for emotions
All I could find was grief and sadness.
I looked out the window for sunshine
And all there was ,was darkness.
Could I ever be me without you?
Could I ever be me without me?
I looked at the mirrior again and I saw nothing..

The person in the mirror yeah that's you. Why you so strong? because ive seen I've saw people give up from being strong The person in the mirror why do you cry ?I cry because I feel a feeling which male me shed a tear it so much that a person in the mirror hold in The person in the mirror why do you smile? I smile  to hide my pain I smile because I know everything will be OK I smile so I don't have to worry .as the person in the mirror never shows his or her worries he or she is dealing with problems everyday he or she is still smiling to feel as everything is ok .

Write they say
just put it on a piece of paper
Let it all out
noone need to know

I've tried, writing my tears in ink
Stared into the mirrior
Smeared makeup and shattered dreams
Stained sink and strong *** drinks

Broken Glasses, Pretty face with big assess
See!! i cant ...Fathom the thought of being alone in my thoughts

There's a reason for everything I do.
Which is a statment I can conclude,
But first, before I start a new.
I'll ask, why do you let your past follow you?
Just because  it's a reflection?
Your mirrior.
Something you never look forward too,
But something that'll always haunt and taunt.
Looking in the mirrior  suddenley reminds,
Life is extremley unfair, no matter the time.
I've been through the past and im stuck in the present.
You'll never know what comes ahead.
So stop looking back with so much resent.
When there's a future, so unknown but pure.
The past is a memory not a cure.
Just because you've left so much love,
Does not mean you should peel feathers from a dove,
No matter how many feathers you pick,
They won't substitute the rock solid hatred that's decided to stick.
I know you miss the words so soft that clinged.
I love you,
No you dont,
This time you can finally be relieved.
Cause the past is just a wondering ghost.
That choses to re live,
Even the most horrible stories.
Just because they're stories he'd never give.
So long with him now here comes the greates fear.
But the futures the future,
I've got time to wait it's no where near.
Just because I mentioned the past as a ghost.
Doesnt mean you won't love the present the most.
There's a reason for everything you do.
Which is a statment...
Only you can conclused.

I've finally found my path. I've found out who i am. what's my weakness and my strengths. I've figured what I hold dear and what to let go. I've found my belief and became a true believer. I've found out who is worth calling a friend and who to call an acquaintance. I learned to accept what i see in the mirrior and to love the human bring that i am. This year is the year I take a deep breath and hold on the horns of the bull.

Happiness is merely the control of depression. Acknowledge  depression as a necessary existence in your life. Letting it run its course and violently destroy in silent mayhem. Letting its pain, its blank, numbness of all feeling whilst at the same time in unexplainable fashion, the most horrendous type of pain ever felt, happen. Let it feel as if, all that which once burned so beautifully within you crumbles as ash in your blood. Ash being evidence passionate fires once danced there.  

However, don't ******* dare let depression control how you bask in the bliss of its absence. Bask with dance, bask with that one song you always blast in the car with your best friend and as soon as it comes on, you just look at each other and sing loud with your head out of the car window, bask in bliss as if you were the sun that basks in clear blue skies.

Sharing a shine which somehow seems brighter, with the songs of the birds playing tunes of a deeper love, and the warmth of rays you've always liked yet took for granted become ever so lovely following a harsh, seemingly endless winter.

Let depression happen, it's never for forever. You can't control when depression will come, just as we can't control the weather. Like the clouds, depression will leave the sky in time to bask in more sunshine.

Things will get better, it will all happen naturally. Depression will come and go in an endless loop throughout life, though, like a pesky fly trapped in a room it will blindly and anxiously wisp and weave its way deep within our souls, but like flies depression will always look for a way out. Even if we open the door immediately, flies will move with anxiety, they want to leave though don't realize a wall is there until they've already hit it. They'll linger, get lost and give up for awhile. We can open the door and watch with anger until we come to mirrior the fly, become anxious, why won't this fly leave? Maybe this fly is here to stay? You wake up everyday to sunshine beeming in your face, until one day you could no longer ignore it, so you open your door to leave and enjoy it, coming home to notice the fly left with you, and didn't come back. Happiness is merely holding the door open for depression to leave.

why cant i look in the mirrior and see the person they see?
why do i think so negatively about myself?
how come they are my friends but i cant see that?
i don't want to be ashamed about who i am
i want to embrace it
i want to love myself for who i am and what i can become
i don't want to hate myself anymore
i want to see the me that my friends see
i want to smile at my reflection
who am i,
and why cant i just love that person?

who the hell needs to see the taj mahal, if you can slurp a spoonful of rosol? rosol? chicken soup... well... a chicken poached in water, with spices, with leak, with carrot, with parsley, with garlic... no, not your typical english version of custard-like creamy chicken soup & china bound invitation of sweet-corn... clear soup... see-through... a chicken poached.... parsley, carrot, leek... all that jazz.

what becomes apparent, is that:
only what is left, undisturbed,
uninterrupted - provides the "proper"
quanta of interpretation...
for all things
disturbed and interrupted
only serve one purpose:
the media...
   pop culture...
for if *quanta exist in science,
then a qualis concept must
exist in the humanities...
    they are chiral, mind you...
the latter are multi-facet diamond
shards...
  take the electron,
in private it's a particle,
but in a public realm? a wave...
humans have an almost
infinite number of mirrors
within their grounding of "reality"...
you can see newton in an apple
as you can see newton in gravity,
unless of course you later see einstein
in the revisionist mirrior...
what god is the gateway "drug"
to this man in every, thing,
in mirror, reflecting?
     narcissus...
         hardly a vanity project...
like the son of magneto that is
quicksilver isn't a demigod...
          oh qualis does exist...
well, if quantum does,
and the subjectivity / objectivity exists,
why can't it exist, to salvage,
to raise the titanic scrap-heap from
the sea-bed?
      what's so bad about subjectivity?!
tell me! enlighten me!
         i can't find a single reason to
obstruct the two "lesser" sciences
that chemistry and biology are...
in the end, physics is becomes
a fascination about flirting with flicking
stones... of bottle caps filled with play-dough
along the route of tic tac toe (misnomer) -
for the game played by girls drawing grids
with chalk on a pavement,
and imitating a one-legged dance of
bunny hop...
   still: the romance lies within chemistry,
and arrogance in biology,
  certainly the hippocrates' practice
is elevated, to a status of "theory" of biology...
i might have to rephrase that:
qualis becomes qualii or qualia -
      and given the humanistic invitation
to the concept: it's hard to ask for
a mathematical representation...
   you can't measure what you have
to experience in the realm of a "solipsistic"
endeavour...
     yes, only particulars:
  and only one universal: the
               ex hominem ad hominem one...
come, on!
    humanism has to begin to compete
with science! it can't just ***-lick science
and give it a theological standard of self-belief
and overriding self-interest, coupled
with an atheistic arrogance!
                                                     nein!
i can't allow that to happen...
it makes current literature stale,
       too predictable, and a very long wait
from a certain author to compose
a follow-up novel...
           i will not glorify science!
esp., given that in the anglophonic sphere:
science is master and all other "typos"
  of that entitlement, e.g. overlord, king, god.
science is too
pretentious, + too presumptuous;
mind you, i like the people making toothpaste,
and the guys making perfumes...
   the guys incubating food for an extended
longevity on the supermarket shelf...
   but when the "intellectual" arguments
come along, a sort of "group mentality"?
   atheists and these "public" science intellectuals?
for some reason: they become really
ugly...
                      of course there's still
a persistent argument to respect them,
  what i've just said isn't exactly original,
it originates in the 19th century with a certain
german...
                    i've found that only the german
philosophers have a ethno-centricity about them,
whether in the realm of critique, or applause...
all other ethnic groups seem to either
avoid this concept, or embody it with an
unconscious effort that's represented by
a large population (the chinese / the blue indians)...
   but only the germans managed
to invoke the idea of ethnicity in their thinking...
but what they're doing now is
almost a 2nd holocaust;
          ah, a return:
the qualii / qualia / quality?
   in comparison with quanta?
   let's just say it compares like so:
   the lesser known quantity of quality -
the best known particular -
  the best known unknown -
      the best known unpredictable suggestion,
the potential within the potency of a
                                 claimed impotency;
what? science became ridiculous with
    its string-theory and sub-atomic particles...
can't humanism: or the coherent use of language
have its clown moment of turning itself
into a ridiculous assertiveness, for the worth
of pomp, per se?
                    of course it can!
and it should!
                    atheists aren't exactly the best
supporters of humanism (the rite of a man
to express his inherent flaws, and manage pride
of such flaws: simultaneously) -
for humanism is just that:
   a phobic/philic affiliation with both man's flaws
and his ingenious, intuitive, ingenuity.

I'm looking in the mirrior.
I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead.
I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time.
"No wonder you left"
I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.

Yesterday was never promised
i loved you with my every heartbeat
but yet i still feel the defeat
your warm kisses gone cold
remind me of the words you scold
The laughters we shared are now covered by tears
endless fears bruised bodies and broken souls

Remembering yesterday's happiness are today's sorrow
may i borrow your heart please
i've forgotten the way you love me
may i use your eyes to envision the way you look at me
for i feel frill and weak
unloved and undesired

where do we go from here
how do i turn away
you were like a mirrior
someone i hold dear
love is as temporary as a butterfly wing
bold and beautiful, yet so fragile to hold