POETRY
Express the mess to release the stress! Writing to, from, and about the parts within.
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
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
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
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
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
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
This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry