My reflection stares back from the broken mirror
Distorted pieces staring from shards of broken mirror
Wondering where these false images come from
...
Covered wrists and clenched fists
Stupid fights and sleepless nights
Thoughts I dread in my head
Fake smiles, words so vile
...
I lost me...
My eyes have forgotten how to cry.
My heart has forgotten how to feel.
...
*comfort*
the warmth of your skin
your face in my hands
all i want is you....
...
My head slightly tilted
My eyes halfway shut
I lean against my door
Listening as they scream
...
There comes a day
In everyone's life
Where they must choose
If they want to live or die
...
Before you came into my life I was so strong,
Now that your here it feels like it was wrong,
...
As a child, I used to believe,
I had dreams within dreams of life,
I wished, I smiled and I yearned,
Not once understanding of strife.
...
Seeing these scars upon my skin
Makes me want to cut again
Because it numbs the feelings I keep
I've cut and re-cut myself so deep
...
would be more than lost without you, more than alone without your wake
You've offered me more than I've ever had, than I've ever deserved to take
I always seem to find myself gazing out the window at nothing in particular
Always having it remind me of you, it always cries out 'you love him'
...
A little bit lost...
Maybe if I reach
Just that little bit farther
I'll find what I am looking for
...
Im 18 years old and i been writing poety since i was 14. i have had a very Rough life and i wish i could take some stuff i did back but hey life doesnt rewind you just need to catch a grip and go with the flow but never regret growing older its a privledge denied by many! Think about it!)
Broken Mirror
My reflection stares back from the broken mirror
Distorted pieces staring from shards of broken mirror
Wondering where these false images come from
I’ve lost myself deeply inside this broken mirror
Disillusioned with myself, finally seeing the truth
That hides within shattered images of broken mirror
One thousand eyes blink, with lies behind each one
Cast at me from the remnants of the broken mirror
Crooked smiles endlessly reflecting back in sadness
Captured is the deep despair by this broken mirror
Scattered about the floor inside each silver shard
My self has been captured into this broken mirror
Dear Ms. Green: What pause you gave to me in your poems about your life. It is so real. I felt so privileged to read your poetry. If you do write more, please continue to share on this website.
I am a composer based in Minneapolis and am interested to talk to you about the possibility of setting your poems 'Broken Mirror' to music for chorus and piano. My email address is carnacraiggmail.com if you'd like to chat more about my request. Thank you.