"mirrorball" poems
The slit between the roof and the abandoned house gets me—the moon drowns in his own mystical clouds, wavering and so full of light.
I squint my eyes as the moon hides his presence from me. Almost knowing I had captured it with my own eyes and the grey clouds scattered like waves, consuming my breath and taking it away.
He knows it still haunts me from time to time and he gave his best to give me an embrace—even when my very own existence is running cold and dry and my breath thickens with the mist of unwavering thoughts coming from the night and the stars twinkle at the sight of people looking at them—like a mirrorball entertaining strangers from the club and they shine in their spot. Even when I close my eyes, the moon peaks in its stillness. All the poets used him as their muse, radiating this mellow one could think of when the sun sleeps in her slumber. The poets had perfectly described him in thousands of words and painted him over the mural where I can see him directly and the strangeness of him calms the raging waters in me.
Even when peace is quite chaotic and chaos is peaceful, a trap between the slit on the roof and the abandoned house, squinting my eyes as the moon hides his presence from me. And she haunts me as the sun begins to show herself in ways I am blinded by her light.
In some ways, she shines even when it is night.
In a way, she looks over the moon when he wakes up from his slumber.
In a way, the stars and clouds enveloped her with the warmness of their breath.
In some ways, I couldn’t look at her for too long.
In some ways, I am silenced by her beauty.
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
Mirrorball - “the fabrication of our performance”
a life long struggle to accept who I am,
of course, lose, and lose again, and
the fabrication of our performance now
inherent in every excuse and mirrorball
revolving asking, no, laughing, at our
vanity, as we endeavor, enabled by the
paucity of ego, the neediness of weakness’s
to catch, keep, hold each single flickering
light spot in our open, slick palms forever
we fabricate our performance of daily living,
modifying our measurements to match output,
only a human cannot wake only to fall within
each daily tabulation without thinking, once:
*I am a hero, worthy of acknowledgement, just
look at my hands! see how many spots of
light I can claim as mine! the mirrorball turns
and turns paying no mind to the worshipers
below, until some sorrowful fool confesses,
fools fail, fools fail, turning the dervish off,
the white flag of ego darkened, once more...*
we are all false poets, false prophets, occasionally confessing
7:34 AM
Sat Jul 18
The Year of the Virus, Corona
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
~
*"Leave the lights off and on,
I feel mysterious tonight,"
she says.
"Every time you look different,"
replies her careful ecstasy.*
Practice makes perfect,
and from chaos comes 💋 (kissing).
She floats free from
her own body's outer reaches:
The mirrorball and the mystic circle.
The mirrorball is a light
for attracting attention.
The mystic circle
is an unsustainable trance.
*"Will I dream during the process?" she asks.
"Only if you know the wild that wants you," chants the infinite unsayable yes.*
~
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
we found love one more time
on the floor
in the dark
so happy I could die;
I remember you lost me
-without you
Miles away
dancing on my own;
finally,
Breathe.
with every heartbeat emerge blind
please don't go, push the feeling on
on & on
til the world ends
All my friends over & over
Into the night
Scream, "just dance"
All my friends,
champagne supernova,
patron tequila insomnia
hurricane drunk
a pain that I'm used to.
where have you been
I can't stop
searching for you.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Melt me into a thousand, reflective sighs. I ache for such sweet release — hypnotic, cathartic. I want to see myself drown once — with my life flashing in a slow-spinning liquid mirrorball. Just once in such graceful, calm, permanent surrender. Just once, and for the last time.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
I wish I am the chosen one,
the one that is so essential,
can I be better in the future?
I can’t even answer that.
Like a mirrorball suspended in a dimly lit room,
I will only say, “yes!”,
“you can have that” “you can do that”,
I would never say no,
I don’t dare to,
fret that I’ll hurt their feelings,
but did they think the same way?
this time, the answer is yes.
Sometimes, I wish I knew everything,
the scent of uncertainty lingering in the air,
sometimes, I wish I knew nothing,
the taste of regret like bitter coffee on my tongue,
either way, I’m a mirrorball
the one that’s just there,
the gentle hum of unnoticed existence,
no one even notices it,
until they need it.
Like a mirrorball, when it’s break
it’s shattered into a million pieces,
the sound of splintering glass echoing in the silence,
but that’s what makes it shine,
the dazzling light refracting through the shards,
that’s what gives it attention.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 4:47 AM UTC
A mirrorball sits deep in his chest,
Unreadable, but throwing light onto
The ceiling, making patterns and
Twisting with each step and ripple.
Bending through grey sinew and plasma,
Refractions miss neither orifice nor opening.
Unbound by skin or upstretched ligament,
Green replaces red and flickers on.
By the light you scan his bookshelf;
A titular knowledge of the man himself.
Emerge, resolved to delve inside
To see reflections shine and shadows dance.
And meet your own lights,
Form new shades,
Casting secondary colours onto the white above.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
I am amorphous like water
Bond to whatever environment I am in
Mutable and lovely like your daughter
with the faintest tint of red in my hair and cheeks
Who am I?
simply a chameleon coat changing colors to match the vibe
Who am I?
A polished diamond to reflect back all the lies
Every pair of eyes, I reflect back on their biggest insecurities
Blame me for being a mirrorball, wish I could be a fly on the wall.
It is scary how daring I have become
It is scary how I am scared of no one
Not even the flames of my mother's rage can melt my icy disposition
Not even the endless cycle of nights and days can fray my imagination
Who am I?
Simply a passing moment entrenched in your brain
Who am I?
Just a chameleon coat
The true essence unknown
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
S I D E A
"already mine" : us the duo
"us" : james bay
"broken things" : clairity
"the night we met" : lord huron
"delicate" : taylor swift
"life me up" : mree
S I D E B
"august" : flipturn
"stupid" : lizzy mcalpine
"i love you" : billie eilish
"mirrorball" : taylor swift
"through the dark" : alexi murdoch
"if you ever want to be in love" : james bay
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 12:03 AM UTC
Close my eyes
I go to sleep,
Dream of night
Awake will keep
Hopes I can't forget about
Cuz,God, I think I'm blacking out.
Streetlights stare,
I walk around,
Looking like a mirrorball.
I wait to see a sign from you
Yet, I know I can't go through
Every city in the world
Just to keep on seeing you.
Tears are falling,
The depths are crying,
Leaving sounds almost like dying.
I turn around
Surprised to see
Your colored eyes
That made me freeze.
Questions popped out
In my head:
Do I like him?
Do I care?
Do I want to live in despair?
Is this true?
Are you still here?
Just think of all the things we could hear.
Me and you,
Locked together.
Me and you,
Stuck forever.
Hours passed,
It felt like days.
Rivers of words went many ways.
I got to know you,
You got to know me,
Yet my only question
Was left unnoticed.
You get up as you try to leave,
But I place my hand above your knee.
I try to stop you,
Yet you scream,
"Get the hell up from your dream!"
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 3:12 PM UTC
Smeared interpretations caught up
in inversion mirrorball bathrooms
defying those punched up dust down reassurances
from
punk rock goddesses
emerging and
cutout of vagrant tunnels
Cast out by demagogues
spinning bottles determining fates
Falling to sidewalks falling from grace
no longer saving face from
a future washed down with the last call
This is how is all goes down
This is how it dies
Standing on the edge of a forever
that is all too quick to end
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
In the delicate dance of love's sweet embrace,
Where two souls intertwine, a sacred space.
With a whispered kiss, a gentle sigh,
Dreams awaken as the night draws nigh.
Restless hearts find solace in your presence,
Love's depths explored, fears evanescent.
The world becomes a symphony of light,
As we unfurl our love, taking flight.
Let us ascend, love's celestial flight,
Painting the town with our hearts alight.
Melodies of passion echo through the night,
In our embrace, everything's transformed, so right.
You've sculpted my world, like an artist divine,
A masterpiece painted with love's design.
Graffiti erased, replaced by a name,
Inscribed on the stars, igniting the flame.
I sought completion, a missing piece,
But you brought wholeness, my soul's release.
No more searching, for I've found my home,
In your love, I am forever known.
The moon, our mirrorball, casts its glow,
The city's alive, as our love's seeds sow.
Sirens harmonize, violins intertwine,
Our symphony of love, a divine sign.
Every step we take, an enchanted stride,
Guided by love, our hearts open wide.
As you slumber, tranquil and deep,
Know that in your presence, our love's secrets keep.
So let us rise, my love, on wings of desire,
Embracing the stars, setting souls on fire.
Bound together, forever we'll be,
In this journey of love, eternally free.
With you, my love, the path is clear,
In your arms, I'll always find my sphere.
As we drift into dreams, hand in hand,
While we slumber, everything's changed,
While we slumber, everything's grand.
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 9:31 AM UTC