"refection" poems
a breath of fresh air
tickles still-waters
a lone swan's quill
let fall, takes flight
carpe diem ―
nigh weightless,
buoyantly skitters
across the water,
laissez faire;
barely dimpling
the shallow peace
on a lake in the wood
a wild feather's
mindless pirouettes
emanate from
the steeping silence
lapping its
superficial refection
the true nature
of wildness,
unspoken freedom,
an untamed
wilder – ness
skims the skinny waters
seeking their own level;
leaving no trace
of ever being containable
like a breath of fresh air
reinvigorates
unconquerable souls
touching in the
conscious moment ―
a gentle passing breeze
arousing a rogue gust
Jesse Stillwater
01 June 2018
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
The waves moving in and out like a goddess stroking the sand
The clouds rolling across the sky with ease
The bright sun warming us up for the cold water
The beach is my favorite place
Especially when the red and purple is painted across the sky like a visual lullaby
When the air turns crisp
When sky fades into darkness
And you can see the refection of stars shining off the gentle water ⭐
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
For they are shrouded
All the places a face seen,
Now draped over
To hide that face,
It wants my
Reflection,
Image,
Darkness
Surrounds it, hands held out,
Wanting the light,
To escape the darkness
Refection on a darkened day,
Like a black pool,
Wanting to drown my soul within,
"I cover the mirrors"
Windows boarded
Never to
Reflect
Light
Features
Not wanting to be seen
For in that reflective pool
It wants to drown me
Swallow my soul, suffocate me within..
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I'm the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
When I look into the mirror,
I see a girl with high hopes, yet broken dreams-
A girl who hides behind a mask,
which deems to be happy and sane.
But underneath,
a small girl lays.
Frantically giggling at the mess of her refection.
She stares with innocent eyes
and a smirk on her face and mouths
failure
dragging me into the mirror, she waltzes around my feeble body
chanting in circles
failure, failure, failure
each time getting louder
failure
she steps closer
failure
she grips my shoulder and laughs into my ear
failure
shivers run up my spine
I know it's true
the lights go black leaving me with the cacophony of silence
the word still lingering in my mind
failure
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
Why can't my liver filter thoughts like it does with alcohol?
It would save me the trouble of all the money I've spent to free myself of bad decisions,
There is so much formality within a sober moment, while my drunkenness speaks freely,
My brain doesn't erase moments like alcohol does, yet my liver puts up a fight reminding me to think,
Fantasizing over an image created by theses slurred and blurred overzealous eyes,
I am attracted to bars like teachers are to mls style, and to this day I'm still not sure which one has been more beneficial.
Looking down the road of allowing glass, I measured my state of mind to pick my poison,
Tequila adds a flower to a withering soul, ***** snuffs out the light where it gets to bold, whiskey fakes the fight with its bros, while gin loosens the bones and wine your emotions, at last we have beer a truth serum more powerful than love,
What they all take is feeling, a small price to learning what we see in the refection is really something we refuse to collude with.
My liver is always amazed, the amount of control I give to it, whilst the hand with a drink in it stays steady,
The other acquires shame, controlled by a freedom of released inhibitions,
If I could escape the safety of the dinner lights for the missing love that I thought drive me here,
My liver is alone, in the battle, like one soldier who's realized that their command center threw them into a death trap and their enemies are mindless zombies of fallen memories,
My toast is not alone, followed by smiles and condolences, significant enough to convince everyone, maybe one more.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
Tomorrow morning, I will be your
ghost again
breathing salt into the
wounds God left you healing.
Refection of
a flame that gives mist
and winglets paling, I have
arms that give night to girls
I have saliva that rises any deadman.
Solstice, when do
the dawns stop chilling? When
does warmth grow?
Winter has had enough,
checking into a glass motel room:
break the floor
and call on a waitress to pick
it back up.
I watch you sterilized
perceived the tip of the iceburg
like a gift –
you must be leaving, sir, and
get better once again.
before God pulls you in
white’s chilly, and the morning is.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
I could never tear my flesh
never see the flood begin to spread
I could never be numb
never letting pain subside
I could never spread my feelings
never truly telling how deeply I burn
I can walk in the realm I deserve
can punish myself for how I feel
I can bruise my body and bellow it's contents
can punish oneself to reach my ends
Seeking for a hand bruised as badly as mine
seeing only a refection
Seeking a twist to turn this plot
seeing the end I envision finally change
I turn to the shower to fine pain
turning to sleep to never forget
I turn to people for rejection
turning to sleep to never remember
Tonight is not a night I will forget.
nor will my flesh as I begin to bleed.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 1:53 AM UTC
I look in to the mirror of
tomorrow, and see what
my future self is like, a
moment to see what has
shaped my life.
To see those moments that
made me young with a smile
spread across my face, but
the moments that aged me
for longer that what youth got back.
I look at my reflection of a
future me, and its me really
looking back at my youth
remembering what I was like.
Those moments I cant change
like my refection as glimpse of
a past a future moments, which
cant change just a refection
of my life.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
You could hear her
calling your name
along the passage
her Polish kind
of broken English
was unmistakable
you hid by the sink
of Mr Atkinson's room
the other side
of the panel
which hid you
from view
from the door
Benedict are you up here?
Sophia called
you leaned back
as far as you could
in case she should
open the door
and peer in
you could hear
her flip-flops
on the linoleum floor
I want you
she said
want you
speak to me
you noticed Mr Atkinson's
Rupert annual
on the dresser
across the room
(he had a child's mind
and loved those books)
you also noticed
a glimpse of your refection
in the dresser's mirror
black trousers
white coat
red tie
and white shirt
she'd stopped outside
the door of Mr Cutler's room
she knocked
and opened
Benedict are you here?
no
you whispered
in undertone voice
where the **** are you?
you heard her say
she closed Mr Cutler's door
and waited outside
the room you were in
you sensed her breathing
her tap tap on the door
you squeezed yourself
hard against the sink
last time she'd caught you
up here on the old men's wing
she had you
on Mr Haymaker's bed
her slim 19 year old body
wrapped about you
her blonde hair tied
in a black bow
her body saying
go go go
Benedict are you here?
you shook your head
hands behind your back
your backside pushed hard
against the enamel sink
I want talk to you
she said
she opened the door
and looked in
out of the window opposite
you you could see trees
swaying in the breeze
the sky grey blue
she came into the room
and picked up
the Rupert annual
from the dresser
you saw her blue uniform
the back of her slim body
the narrowed waist
the shapely backside
the well shaped legs
her blonde hair
tied at the back
with the familiar ribbon
you bit your lip
and held your breath
she scanned through
the annual
flicking pages
gazing at pictures
if she gazed
in the dresser mirror
she'd see your reflection
Benedict
she said to herself
I've red underwear on
you stopped breathing
stared at her back
the way she stood
she put down
the annual
on the dresser
retreated back out
of the room
not turning to look
around the room
the door closed
you heard her flip-flops
move away
along the passageway
no one would believe you
if you told them
and whatever they may say
you had escaped
from Sophia
for another day.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
The bar was filled with the matchstick people
Thin,thick ,tall and some fat
Doing what they did last week
And the week before
Maybe even the year before that
So my shiver told me
Wine,red cold and nasty
Dribbled down this unopened jaw
Trying to escape my wanted lips
As I watched them
Yes there I sat mocking and thinking
Is all the that
Strange as I see them
My smile could not come
For I felt in their sorrow a life almost done
Accepted for society this pleasure for hard work
The drinking game a folly that hides a life of dirge
Yet leaning back on the creaked out chair ,I swallowed
The wine now warm,felt fuzzy and inviting
Contemplating life,my mind raced
I could never be a matchstick
The box would never take me ,nor I want to fit
My time had come,
Up I stood ,yet no one noticed me,no one cared
With my glass half full I left
Out I walked
Into life,into the open
My glasses bore a fired refection,as I turned
I could see them burning
Deep within I knew that all matches fade away to nothing
Oh the shiver
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
I dream of lakes that are mirrors
I dream a thousand miles away
where the pine trees whisper
and the birds sing a symphony
where the stag walks next to me
and the fox follows close behind
I dream of the mountains in the refection
I dream so far away from here.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Your kisses feel like nothing
They are plain
Empty
The place
Your heart
Where you kept all your love for me is abbyss
Empty
You're looking at me into my eyes
But I don't feel you here
I look back at you and try to find you
All I am to find is my refection looking back at me
I am scared
You're not here
And I'm breaking
Slowly
But painfully
Though I no longer can feel your warmth while you hold on to me
I hug you
Tightly
I don't want you to forget that I'm here
Waiting
-SAMM
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
In this light,
bisque white cup
lit right,
shadow left,
two-fingers+thumb loop
loop south,
mug chamber,
shadow side inside right,
top edge,
defined to the eye,
as a light gray oval trace
with refection highlights
at 10 and 5,
unseen bottom,
one gulp left of cold black coffee.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 8:01 AM UTC
You think you know me
Think I'm the joker of the pack,
Reading me isn't easy,
Many faces do I put up
To hide the many cracks that rise,
But I hide behind laughter, anger just below
I have to keep control.
Never to lose an inch, never to explode,
I am a puddle, calm on the surface
But turbulent under that,
I am a shallow lake
But all you see is a refection
Not really seeing what stirs beneath that,
Do not
Judge,
Presume.
Think you know my troubles
That lie just beneath the cracks,
Controlling,
Restraining,
Deep breaths,
Holding the tears back,
I wish to put it behind me
But times it runs, comes from behind,
Hitting me hard in the back.
Winding my emotions
Tears and rage flow
Uncontrolled
Alone
Fear
Anger
Take control
You stole a part of me
Something that even with time I can never get back.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
Sister Elizabeth looks
out of window. No mirror.
Self unseen. Image only
Imagined. Pushes window
Outward, breathes air,
morning fresh, birdsong
From mulberry tree, old
still there. The cloister
Below, the red brick, arches,
Walls, no nun in sight.
At Matins eyes hard to
keep open, stifled yawns,
Chanted from memory, Latin
Words on page a dull blur.
Wonder how father is?
Aged now, pains most days.
She sniffs the air, breathes
in, tastes fresh air on tongue.
She places a hand behind
the pane of glass of window.
Her refection seen there.
Sin of sin. Vanity of vanities.
She looks at her refection.
Seen. Takes her hand away.
Makes sign of the cross.
Bell tolls. Bell tower across
the way. Who rings? Which
Sister? Lauds soon. Chants
And prayers. She fingers her
cowl, brushes nose, eyelids.
She looks away from window.
Cell tidy. Books put in shelves.
Crucifix on wall above bed.
Wooden and aged. Plaster
Christ, pinned by small nails
through hands. Mother bought
Her her first rosary. White, small,
silver cross and Christ. Mother
taught to say rosary. Word for
Word. Mother cancer eaten.
Prayers offered. She moves to
the door, goes out. Passageway
Clear. None is there. She closes
her cell door. Puts hands away
In her black habit. Walks, muses,
Silent prayers. Down the stairs,
as taught, slow but careful, not
to rush, no running. Into the
Cloister, morning sunlight touches
cloister wall and floor. Flowers
in flower bed by cloister wall,
Well tended, watered. Fingers
Rosary, thumb over the body
of Christ, rubs, smooth with
Rubbing. Goes by the refectory
door, smells of coffee, warm
Bread. On by the stairs to upper
Landings. Sister Francis by cloister
wall eyes closed, lips moving,
hands together. passes by, notes
White hands, fingers touching.
Smell of incense from church,
enters, fingers stoup, holy water,
Touches forehead, makes sign
Of Christ, moves into church,
genuflects, enters choir stalls,
Takes place. Stands till closes
Eyes, sees the image of herself
In window mirror reflected face.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 8:00 AM UTC
The frozen lake,
The broken heart.
Stamped on to shatter,
The dreams of reality.
_
*Who knows where the footprint will lie,
Sinking down past the refection of the sky.
The last ray of sunlight beaming through,
Like an angel, Watching down on you.*
_
As inhaled,
Lungs freeze.
Just like that,
We shut off.
We feel reality.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
It was like an echo, an echo always heard
What would happen when it
Ceased,
Refrained,
Terminated
Its toll upon my thoughts,
But I found others heard this calling
Never voiced whispered unheard.
Raeh eseht sdrow nekops
Resaeler morf slioc htrib
Eht yek sah won denrut
Liked garbled refection knowing what
Is unknown, heeded as whispers
Clinging to me, a brushed off shudder
As what was a breath now clawing at my inner ear,
"Leave me alone,
"I just spoken to air,
Do you hear the voice, the one next to me said?
"Yes,
"Don't worry friend they'll not last,
"How long have you heard these thoughts,
Since I was born, I have known there meaning
Were yours garbled nonsense?
"Yes,
I understood the first one long ago, now just
Comfort these thoughts.
Like music on my soul, easing my moments
"There singing to me now a lullaby of.......
"Nurse,
"Nurse,
Tears escaped my stained eyes, How could...
"Sorry he's gone,
"Did you know him long,
The nurse spoke cold, then the child was gone
Eleven years old,
To young on this earth for him to be gone,
He said in our talks if I listen I could hear the
Whispers to let them talk.
Days passed and I listened to each breath spoken
Few words made sense.
Spoken,
Birth,
Key
To open what I need to concentrate. I listen
To the words spoken to me of a heart young
But mind as sharp as others older in
Wisdom than me.
I listen, empty minded moments letting the
Words speak upon me.
Then like a mist it lifts upon thoughts and
I eventually hear words in clarity.
"Hear these words spoken,
"Release from coiled birth,
"The key has now turned,
With those words spoken in lucidity, I hear
Everything as these words now have meaning they
Sing,
Whistle,
Serenade
To me as my heart releases all fears,
And I realise that this is my chime.
I am at peace as the words whisper nothings
But I understand all the words spoken to me.
This is my end my song of ended moments time
Has caught up and now sings my lullaby to my mind.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Emotions...
Didn't want apart of them so I kept them inside.
Locked behind a jail cell of disappointment
Along with my pride.
Tried to hide from the feelings I had so I wouldn't cry.
He said cry him a river but if I allowed my eyes to showcase how my body really felt
we would have an extra ocean to contain.
Salt burns in open wounds left by you.
He said "baby you're my main."
As if this a title I would be proud to repeat to new people I meet.
As if being with him,
being the Queen of the streets,
is the position that was in my destiny.
Running through traffic without legs,
Seeing the view of the world without a refection
Stumbling in the wrong direction.
Feels like nightmares were a better look than life
like night life,
even if I wasn't doing my body right,
Seemed right.
Felt nice
for seconds at a time I was alone to feel like I was the best.
Not simply a replacement chick.
More like the woman you wanted to in a relationship with
instead of the one you had relations with.
Take me in faith that I will be a perfect lover for more than the night.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
I often sit and contemplate and think
God in all his righteousness was right
He gave this earth to mankind as a sigh
Of his unmerited love from above
Saying have rule over all then the great fall
When will I ever feel set free
Will you be the first to relive me
Your approval is my master
Chaining me with silent laughter
Making forgiveness my greatest enemy
While my guilt grows stronger in me
There is refection of success
All the while striving endlessly without any rest
Knowing inside what could have been
The realization of my sin
I see myself true reflection in the mirror
And I ask myself once again
Today will I see myself win?
Something I am proud to say
I choose to no longer live that way
It's the ultimate challenge that I had to face
Finding a life of balance I fought hard to gain
I learned to live a new way, finding the real me
And I love my life today living life as free
I still sit and contemplate and think
How God in all his righteousness, yes, was right
Giving earth to mankind as a sign
Of his unconditional love from above
Saying in the earth have rule over all
Then took the time to forgive us for the fall
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Winter has no cold lie the brief terror of life that seems endless the terror strikes from streets
And paths once walked in joy now each house every board each window every angle states
What was and never will be again nature will not allow a vacuum but lost- loved ones are the
Holes and vacuum that honeycomb the human heart these are the shadows that the brightest
Sun cannot abolish they visit in long walks or can come from the briefest encounter their
Unprecedented power is evidenced in silence of chiseled granite over windswept hills and
Fields nothing effect these monuments but the human heart alone through love can enwrap
The Coldest stone making it melt by love’s glowing power the stone shimmers momentarily and
Then is replaced by living memory that the coldest beast of all which is time has relentlessly
Pursued until has drawn a high flame of youthful vigor down till it is but a feeble flame that the
Smallest breeze extinguishes all leave a lasting mark and each in their own special way give
Enduring power that goes a long way in the healing process God their most prominent
Characteristics to veil the suffering one until the walk can be made alone for some it is the
Power of their personality others their gentle sweet nature can even hold deaths pall at bay
And still others the wonder they spin in common ordinary days come rushing in as swirling
Waters that raise the soul and carry it to higher climes shadows call us to refection our loved
Ones stand ever present to diffuse the harsh glaring light we hear their whispering voices they
Are timeless reminders of life’s greatest good we gather these mortal treasures they continue
To be our closest advisers and closest friends although they have ventured to the farthest
Boundaries of our understanding our hearts will always be knit together by love the greatest
Power known to mankind that is our unbreakable cord that binds us together yesterday today
And for all the tomorrows O stillness that can hold heaviest burdens it displaces the most
Contrary circumstances let us view our tomorrow the silence our escape walk the solitary
Landscape tin the emptiest places you will find the rare that stands out in exquisite detail we
Have shared the wonder of souls that have been strategically placed in our lives so that we
Could reach our destiny and fulfillment go forth bravely and share the gifts they bestowed in
Your life
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Voices tell me that I should wonder on
the fascination of your smile,
I could coat my thoughts of you in
a blanket of your exhaled moments.
My anticipation of our meeting incomplete
till we speak no volume on our smiles.
We weave our reflections on to the other,
till distant faces adjoining to this moment.
Our symmetry whispers upon the others
perception, as eyes close and what was
but refection's of the others motion
is given form as lips................
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
My reflection haunted me
following me wherever I went
each mirror, window, glass pane
depicted a stranger’s body
a body that I wanted to disown
I burnt my house to the ground
abusing my fragile mind and body
distorted images of myself constantly flashed by my eyes
a vision that only I seemed to be able to see
a disillusioned truth I was unable to escape
Picking myself apart
slowly plucking away at each string
Unravelling
searching for something
anything good
yet always coming up empty handed
I desperately craved a sense of satisfaction
I never managed to taste
no matter how much I manipulated my body
making it painfully disappear
it was never enough
Truly believing that my flaws
my insecurities
were the only thing that I possessed
my refection only ever revealed the things I lacked
the ugliness of it bringing me to tears
My tormented mind drove me to extremes
completely losing myself and any sense of sanity
illogical thoughts became logical
controlling my actions
dictating my life
Somewhere along the way
my quest for perfection
Became a quest for self-destruction
For death
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC