A dark reflection in the mirror,

A hazy outline imprisoned there

And for so long I'd ignorantly assumed

I was the real one, free to bloom

Just imagine now my indignation

That it all might've all been in my imagination

That I now, with my newfound sight, may no longer roam

Instead bound to internal, empty catacombs 

I'd never believe if not for those spung-out ribbons of red

Where there my heart was ripped out; cold and dead

If only I couldn't see the dark strings that held me up

Or the glass cracking as if to shut me up 

I went camping, so now I've got a lotta poems to share :)

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Stone castles

all for you

pebbles rushed clean

by a river

smoke winding

through clouds

and flames,

it carries

the message

of what we do,

why we burn,

climb a tree, and

search the sky,

there's a cloud

up there

for you, somewhere,

it's always changing,

never the same,

like our own

hearts

in forever flux.

hurry up now,

darling,

run and play,

each day is a  chance

at beauty,

bright

burns the star

set in our

hearts,

set it alight,

watch it dance,

find your very own

river's song,

and, darling,

sink your hands

into the earth

or sand

or sea,

where are you

who would you be

if you were no one.

where are you going,

o child of sea,

are you asking

after wonder,

are you searching

for joy,

just remember,

always remember,

that we are

something quite like

starlight, 

born and bred

to be beautiful. 

I'm back with a mediocre haiku! I wrote this during class today.

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golden in the sun

warmth in your sweet shining eyes

soft light in your smile

Alone in this nightmare house

My only companion, my mind

Never sure where or what we'll find

In the ink-soaked air past each door frame

Twisting corridors silent but for my steps 

Dead lights scattered about like all my unfinished projects

I

Don't

Like it

At all, really

But on I must go

For I return here every night

Always greeted by the same hideous sight

Abandoned in the front yard, as everyone else crossed the street

Forgotten, buried beneath attic boards barely breathing some days 

Or encountering showers spitting blood when you turn the other way 

Deep psychological terrors lurk even deeper below

As if the gore and physical horrors weren't enough

With the dread that encompasses me, walking forward gets yet more rough

I

Don't 

Like it 

At all, really 

Those stairs to the basement that continue on forever

Or shift when you try  to backtrack,

Crumbling stone castles that bring old memories back

A sleek mechanized room where my father stands, back to me, never sparing a glance 

Sun-sets and -rises and oceans that I'm paralyzed before

Emptiness that wakes me up crying, just behind that door 

Memories of a red-light stained middle school gym

Or hospital fragments slipped together haphazardly,

Or the opaque black lake that frightens me thoroughly

Of dancing to the music but not by my own feet 

Tugged about by thin threads, a mask set upon me

Mirrors where hazy shadows are all I can see

I 

Don't

Like it

At all, really

But night after night, for years, as it is

I return to my childhood house

Just to torture me so, oh, what a chouse

I

Don't

Like it

At all, really 

And I wish I could escape this sisyphian cycle,

This loop that varies slightly but never ends,

But I know that I won't,

Because I never can. 

[Always together

This is all, and so now you

Won't, no, can't forget] 

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Very loose translation 'cause I got distracted and tried to make the translation into a haiku too. :'D

I wrote this a while ago! It feels unfinished, like it needs another whole stanza or something. But I like it.

From the characters

Of a show I watched years ago

To the modern reboot

I spent hours after school watching

On YouTube when I saw

A familiar face and then the autoplay

brought me to another

After a couple weeks of watching those

During lunch breaks

Came that tearjerking AMV one day

Then I looked up that song, 

Listened to it a couple hundred times

Picked up my stylus and

Suddenly, after a few hours the art was done.

Looking back I think 'That's amazing!'

- 

But then I wonder how many art pieces I missed

Because I didn't watch a show a few years ago,

Never saw the reboot or a familiar face

Didn't bother watching a YouTube video

Or forgot about that song and now

I'm in another time and place

Your hand on my cheek

Your soft voice,

'I'm here, don't worry,' 

'I'm here and I'm not going anywhere'

Your small, warm fingers make me feel silly

The tears are gone, but their stains still remain

'Hey, I'm right here, it's alright...'

Mn, I know

But please let me stay like this

for just a moment longer

We're doing a section on haikus in school, so here's one I wrote about a deer

I elegantly jump

Through trees and pastures and streams

Poised on my thin legs 

I'm either calling this "and this is why i love poetry" or "love letter to poetry". I feel like I could use some critique here...?

poetry is grounding.

when my head is in the clouds

and the superficial toxins are choking me and I'm sure I'm trapped

a poem can

take my hand

and pull me out

and i take a breath of fresh air

and everything is so much clearer

different,

but I wouldn't change it back for the world.

this is why i love poetry

this is why,

when nothing else works

I let myself be pulled away into a poem,

or spill my heart out into my own, if I dare 

and i am grounded.

thanks, poem. 

jaybells you have created a monster ;D

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words seem harmless and everyone knows that

sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me

but your words are twisted into stones that sting and sticks that scrape, and you're

flinging them against my heart, each one sinking deeper into the cracks, passing

right through the wall i've built up,

and one day it'll be enough to break me

...i wish i could be invincible  

closet~

welcome to my space, my place, my tiny little closet, it's not much but it's

all i got so your welcome to stay for a bit. i've got sadness and anxiety in the back if you want 

some, cookies of de-motivation on the table and plenty of tears to shed, they're

free! my flag is covering the door- red orange white and pink stripes but no one will ever see because

im afraid to come out of the closet 

stormcloud~

thunder is pushing against the blue sky, gray swirling under the surface of

your perfect blue eyes, and the trees inside them are swaying frantically, back

and forth and back and forth, tick tock tick tock the metrenome is swinging, how

long will it be until the pendulum snaps off and the glass shatters? 

words~

jumbles of feelings tangled up in my throat, but pushing them out is harder than one would think- say 

the wrong thing and our perfectly stacked jenga tower will crumble, ashes

drifting on the slowest breeze, leaving behind the smoldering ruins of what once was and making

their way towards the forest of what could be, little green sprouts puncturing the gray flake, turning

death into life and back again 

even a simple thing, like asking "why do you do make me so confused?", is impossible, there's sticky

sweet syrup coating my throat and the words get trapped, silence emerging from my open mouth, when

will i ever say those three words? 

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just fifteen seconds forward, it's not even a big deal- but my heart says otherwise, cracks trembling with the weight of

yet another broken hope, and you act like it didnt even happen, like you didnt just destory every single fantasy of mine, but

now im getting signals, your hand in mine- maybe your just scared because the dark is blacker than my worst fears, and then

your hugging me so tight it hurts, face buried in my shoulder like im the only thing that matters, all these feelings swirling inside me and 

i dont know how to let them out