Mirrors

Into the bright looking glass,
I see someone new..
A memory stirs, fresh grass,
And the early morning dew..

I look into the looking glass,
At tired worn out eyes..
That once were bright and radiant,
Like an auburn sunrise..

I look into the looking glass,
At sunken hollow cheeks,
That once were filled with pink..
Unnoticed now for weeks..

I look into the looking glass,
At dull and thinning hair..
That once were long and shiny,
Matched a hue so fair..

I look into the looking glass,
Dark arcs under the eyes..
From tired days and sleepless nights,
Now hidden in disguise..

I look into the looking glass,
And see someone new..
Beneath who lies the real me,
Known only to a few..

Within the bright looking glass,
Lies another me..
Eyes auburn like the sunrise,
Wanting to be set free..

Trapped

The world moves on with why and how..
Rightly so, why shouldn’t it now?
And I wonder why Im left behind,
Playing games and wasting time..
Perhaps the world spins too fast,
Endlessly, when tomorrow has passed
Desolated, in time Im trapped..

#acrostic

Different

Different from the crowd that lives,
Across the street and peers..
into the doings of nobodies,
feeds on darkest fears..

Im different and not sorry,
not being amongst the herd..
Im different and not sorry,
my choices that absurd!

I dive into the pages,
Penned by greater minds..
Who chose to spend the ages,
Towards intellectual finds..

I do not care for trivia,
Or conversations vain..
that feed on cold invidia,
And deep-hearted disdain..

No sword or tongue or might,
That people claim so true..
Can paint my thoughts so bright,
As a pen inked in blue..

I may be called unvaried,
And dull and tedious too..
but beneath my skin is buried,
A fiery someone new..

Im different as different can be,
Head in the clouds, nose in a book..
Opposing the ideals of society,
Ignoring the judgmental look..

My thoughts swim in the auburn sky,
The wheels and cogs of my mind turn..
How and what and a million whys,
Don’t stop me, I want to learn..

In swarms and herds and bouts,
Towards a blinding goal..
They leap and run and jump,
Towards something unknown..

Follow the crowd, they say,
thats where we’re meant to go..
I cannot fit in this way,
When I was born to stand out..

Im different and not sorry,
For being who I am..
Im different and not sorry,
I try, I will, I can..

If I am gone

If I am gone and turned to dust,
Would your eyes be moist with pain?
Ignore me now, if you must,
My love would be in vain..

If no longer your heart feels new,
Would you leave at your behest..
My love freshens like the morning dew,
At my worst and at my best..

Your eyes are blinded, cannot see,
In lover’s deep I now wallow,
I am what you need of me,
an empty heart, a hollow..

Your eyes stray away from me,
At others who would not ask..
No one else is meant to be,
In your glory they would bask..

I toil for you, at every turn,
Leave my wishes due..
It is now time for me to learn,
I am a someone too..

If I am gone and turned to dust,
Would your heart be bleeding through?
Ignore me now, if you must,
I am still in love with you..

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