"turnaway" poems
there are no good mirrors
mirrors are full
of morality and preconceived notions
mirrors induce nausea
mirrors take what is true
and turn it around
and around
and around
and around
the more mirrors
the merry-go-round
the kids who get their heads stuck
spinning in time
with turnaround mirrors
there are no good mirrors
leave them behind
with the roundabout children
breaking turnaway faces
to wear the new ones
they've taken
newly born to turn-of-phrase places
all made of glass
all walking a thread
hauling D-I-Y lies
every give-it-up day
there are no good mirrors
only bad-for-you windows
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
Overnight alone, swifting out to be disport
Nonetheless I'm numb to loneliness
Begging please I don't want you in my head
Because the truth is I'm numb about you
Got home, Still alone no one's there
Time fades fast I didn't even see it coming
There are things still obscene on my thoughts
The last way I reckon is to turnaway from the past
Because a girl like you also feels the way I do
And sometimes we're just like puzzled on whatever we do
Tears are not needed to be seen..no more
I don't want to forget but I know thats also the end
Did I forget how to love?
Or my heartache is the reason why
Even how many times I got hurt
I still can't leave ...you
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
My eyes have turned away, looking down
Deep into the ground.
Staring blankly forward, or up into the sky.
Eyes turnaway.
These eyes that dont want to cry.
My ears have closed
to block out the sound of the seemingly endless verbal assault.
What have i done?
Am i at fault?
Careless words lead the insecure to suspect us all.
I should have kept the wall up.
Now it will crumble and fall
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC