a broken mirror’s gaze

i am a multitude
that speaks with one voice
broken apart
through lack of choice

the body keeps the score
but the mind holds the key
if emotions are messages
why the fuck do you ignore me?

the face i wear
closely mirrors yours
how else can i survive
when the world itself abhors?

shine light on your shadow
and search your body for truth
why do you keep pretending
the blind can guide the youth?

the mirror is a liar
only one question left to ask
take a breath my child
who doth lie behind the mask?

i used to think i was acting
but now i see the truth
another day wasted
on the folly of youth

a thousand eyes reflected
in a broken mirror’s gaze
take another breath my child
this is all just a phase

there’s no-one left to question
the slow passing of time
because nothing is permanent
‘cept my ink forming rhyme

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

the body keeps the score

i’m frozen
reading the words scratched upon my soul
long before i knew how to read

but now that i’m baked
i’ve got a new take
a new way to remake
and rewrite the wake

so many tears
for so few words

it is on me
to see
and send love
inwardly

my shadow bleeds ink
yet i hold the pen
with these words
i begin again

for my story will be long
with chapters anew
and these words
are so few

the body keeps the score
but the pen holds the key
the paper is the door
so love what you see

begin again

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

endless

endless waves
endless water
endlessly raging
against an ever changing shore

endlessly hoping
for a peaceful end
endlessly beginning
again and again

then suddenly a splash of cold reality
green and white with a hint of blue
out of my mind and into the sea
physically wet but happy to be

nature showing endlessly more
as endless waves
crash
against the endless shore

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

burn these pages

brevity may be the soul of wit
but destruction is the soul of poetry

observe

in your hands you hold nature’s majesty
reduced
to mere sheets of dead wood
marked
by the transient thoughts of one blind to the moment

hoping to inspire a fraction of the awe that its life once gave

burn these pages
and feel the flames as they touch your soul
deeper
than any collection of words ever could

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

a thousand eyes reflected

i am a multitude
that speaks with one voice
broken apart
through lack of choice

the face i wear
closely mirrors yours
how else can i survive
when the world itself abhors?

used to think i was acting
but now i see the truth
another day wasted
on the folly of youth
a thousand eyes reflected

in a broken mirror’s gaze
quick swallow this pill son
this is all just a phase

there’s no-one left to question
the slow passing of time
nothing is permanent
‘cept my ink forming rhyme

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry