poems
sounds like a bad trip
you stood facing the mirror
and saw your reflection
from ten years ago
do you fear her? if not, look closer
upon inspection, is there a connection?
i can't believe that was a decade ago
life becomes clearer through the mirror
loss of affection, rounds of dejection
the decay of a decade
you feel so familiar, glaring and staring,
greeting you with a 'hello'
unaware of how to decipher, this new form of introspection
are you sure it's me though?
like a long lost sister, a vivid connection,
taken like a photo
your look is bitter, the consistent rejection,
of your life now
ideas that differ, an ill-fated intersection
more description of the reflections, the battle scars and war wounds
but the mirror's never been clearer,
a small revelation
time only borrowed
in the measly moments when i met the face behind the mirror
to mollify my reflection
from ten years ago
if i could turn off my feelings by flicking a switch
i'd keep the switch off with a duct tape reinforcement
prevent anyone or anything from nudging it
i'd put a lock on the handle and place a shelf in front of the door
making sure no one would ever come near
no one would be able to flip the switch
as long as i guard it twenty-four seven
but being awake and actively fighting is exhausting
and sometimes i need a nap
and i let my guard down
and while i sleep someone moves the shelf
breaks the lock
rips the tape
and they flick the switch
illuminating the darkest of areas
areas that have never seen the light of day. –new stanza
upon waking up i would experience my feelings
like a surge of electricity
while drowning in a deluge
all the emotions would flood in
extracting themselves into a crackling current.
i'd come back convinced i'm a diety
think of all the things i'd do - to me
i could have an orgy with no remorse.
i could call my grandma on the phone without anxiety.
