"noitcelfer" poems
the mirror
divides where
the partition begins
between broken and free
i touch the glass
it imitates me
copies my every move
i must be confused
i touch the glass again
it still imitates me
showing the contour lines
of my every ****** expression
but then its gone
i must be very confused
i look hard into the glass
i see my face
i look harder
but this time its different
i first see my flaws
my imperfect perfections
what makes me whole
why should i look like a brainless doll?
i look harder once more
into the glass
and i see something
far more different
i see the girl
with the piercing
dark grey eyes
who has everything in
her life just sorted out
but then i see
the girl
with dark black
holes in her sockets
instead of eyes
this girl has
many marks on her body
signifying how many times
she has been hurting
i see a marking
on her forehead
it says LOST
it then begins to
cut a wound
into her scull
i try to forget
all these disturbing images
i have seen in this mirror
forgive and forget
hasn't it always been about forgiving and forgetting?
i'm not sure i want to forget anymore.
i want to remember.
i turn back
and look at the girl
with the deep dark eyes
i then see her mouth move
who are you?
(b.d.s.)
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Mirror Mirror on the wall
**** YOU!**
Why do you show me these things?
Every flaw
Every piece of me I wish I never had?
Showing me this, or that
That makes me the woman I NEVER WAS
That makes me want to give up
Question myself
Hate myself
Die
All you are
Is a false reflection noitcelfer eslaf a sI
My eyes, deceiving me
Trained
By the voices
Of a thousand doubters
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I REJECT YOU!
I vow to see myself
Not in the reflection of ingrained hatred
But through the eyes of someone who loves me
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
On an L shaped couch on the eleventh floor
I spend these short days with my ghost, hosting tea-parties for silence
drinking espresso like a cure for hurt- I need a drug that's stronger than Love and bolder than Compliance-
-my brain has wrought violence upon itself as I tumble again and again into the abyss of affection, seeking the path but losing the direction. Perhaps when I called you, you detected the inflection of a woman who feels so absolutely that she can no longer discern...
and without careful reflection nobody can learn.
I was never good at playing for sport. I aim for hearts. Every day is Open Season, and my arrow will shoot true-
I'll be ****** if I cannot find something to love in you.
And I'm divided in two, no- a hundred and two, watching myselves like mirrors upon mirrors reflecting every motive, every spark, and every smudge that swings the pendulum from instinct to conscience. Showing the audience centre stage where the white knight swerves off-course to save any soul who's fallen off their horse.
Love will be the end of me.
Cupid, we need a divorce.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
we're diffrent.
you choose one
i choose the other
we don't think alike
but somehow we got along,
you live in the past i live in the present
noitcelfer ym ruoy ekil sti dna and its like your my reflection
so maybe its time that i went left and you stayed right
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
I see diffeRent
I no longer sEe
myselF,
Lost
within Every
inCh looking up at
The mirror and
wantIng
tO scream until the pieces fell
uNto the floor, as I try to find myself
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
But tuB
Maybe ebyaM
You still llits uoY
Recall llaceR
My yM
Reflection noitcelfeR
In the mirror rorrim eht nI
The image of fo egami ehT
Me naked in ni dekan eM
The sunlight thgilnus ehT
Maybe you uoy ebyaM
Still dream maerdy llitS
Of this siht fO
Of me my ym em fO
Body here ereh ydoB
Ready for a a rof ydaeR
Touch for you uoy rof hcuoT
Touching me em gnihcuoT
Me feeling gnileef eM
You inside edisni uoY
Me inside edisni eM
Outside edistuO
Touch hcuoT
Tickle elkciT
Tingle elgniT
Tease esaeT
Take ekaT
Action noitcA
Release esaeleR
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 9:32 AM UTC
Remembering
Every time I wish the mirror would just
Fall into pieces and shatter, I
Lost myself,
Every inch, wanting to
Cry because
The pain
I felt within was so excruciating it
Opened my heart & pierced through,
Never had I screamed so hard
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Egami rorrim a si efiL
hturt eht fo noitcelfer A
thgir gniweiv ruoy elgnA
hturt siht nrael lliw uoy dnA
read this from right to left like japanese
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
You loved me in the darkness
Where shadows drew my face
But when the light returned once more
You're horror did replace.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
to the mirror:
“are you happy?”
“are you where you want to be?”
the mirror:
“my course has changed,
branching out to infinite fractal endings,
wishing i could say i am getting there,
only finding myself making friends with failures.”
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
Dna
The
Noitcelfer
Was still yet no one was there,
Dekool ti
And walked away,
Ym tub,
Reflection It smiled,
wenk I neht dna
All was a reflection
Efil fo noitcelfer a saw htaed rof
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
In this place where we lived there were
no doors, every room had a mirror.
A reflection of what was, is.
And each was unique to the observation
that was seen beyond the tinted
frame of creation.
Some places were, could be,
not a complete reflection of what was
contorted and beyond the conciseness
of tangibility.
For some places were either hairline fractured,
on purpose or by mistake, most of these had
warnings.
"REALITY DERUTCARF RETNE TON OD,
All who entered these were doing so at there
own health and life..
Some did it for the buzz, some weren't lucky..
The Mirror Collective,
that's a posh word for reflective reconstitutes.
Ladies and gents that fixed the flaws,
fragmented reflections that
could lead to either two version of reality..
An obituary of an abattoir,
where the breaks even though hairline
were like papercuts on the flesh.
And where they stood is where
the pieces collected upon each other..
Some rooms were purposely fractured,
for those who broke the rules
were kept in shard rooms..
These were places where others of less
reputable reflections were kept.
Solitary confinement,
there was just a jagged piece of mirror left,
enough space for a paper plate to be left.
Once there sentence was completed
The mirror collective would be called
to reconstitute the whole mirror..
If they were of sound constitution, not mad...
Then they were reintegrated in to the society..
What they didn't realise is
the lights of different frequencies
were purposely shone within there room.
Nearly all were unseen to the eye,
but were used to program them,
sublimely to have a more compatible persona.
Me I wants like those others, my reflection was
always polished. I would enter
a reflection and be the person who'd stepped
through a moment before.
We were a society mirrored on the refection
that everything was meant to be perfect.
But what we didn't realise that
every refection is distorted no matter how
perfect we think it is.
And the perfection we looked upon,
was cracked beyond our contemplation.
We were just slaves to the mirror of our own
egos..
But what ever you do don't look at the refection
staring behind you,
you looked....
I'm sorry.....
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
left to
t ₩ist
with(in)your
// silence //
i can't be
con~vinc~ed
of whether it is a
reflection<>noitcelfer
of words/mouth/touch
.striking.too.close.
or-your-need
for my
acquiescence
to
LeT
it
...go
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC