Rewriting The Mind

When she looked in the mirror

She saw her reflection

That showed her truest form

And yet, it wasn’t.

Her skin was pale with fear,

Her body full of scars,

Her damaged soul yearning to escape.

She had sinned, they now radiated

Off of her like the sun.

Except she was only a star,

One that had fallen.

She was sin,

Bound to go to hell,

Carry the burdens that others could not bear.

She watched her body aimlessly moving

To and fro:

That mirror was Satan

For he laughed so hard that she

Began to laugh with him.

The only thing not laughing was

Never again will this world be mine

where he was once my poetry

Engraved on a page

And when opened up

One could see deep inside

The true meaning of my love for him

But that’s broken now

And my poetry sits inside and rots

All the leaves and petals dying 

Leaving the deathly thorns that pierce the skin 

When someone touches them 

Not me though

I’ve written enough poetry for people to know that 

Welcome to the world Where love and hate abide By the many rules we give ourselves Flopping us side to side

Some of us are worthy Some of us are poor Some of us are splendid beings All of us wanting more

There is truth in government And then there are the lies That run these countries to the ground Dropping them like flies

Tell the girl she isn’t allowed Tell the man to go back Lock the family in a cold damp cell All immersed in black

RUN THE WORLD TO THE GROUND BRING THE PEOPLE WITH TELL THEM THAT IT’S FOR THE BEST THEN ADMIT IT’S JUST A MYTH

You will be kept in darkness Or shot at once or twice Or even told to head on back If you’ve committed any vice

Catching my eye at dawn as darkness comes,

Sun rising behind me casting its hues.

Its blackness making my heart like a drum,

Death is near knowing how to not refuse

At noon it will smile speaking in prose,

Laughing at my hopelessness as it fades.

Drawing its weapon some six crying crows,

In time it will strike like the king of spades.

I know it is following close behind,

The silence looms over me cloaked from view.

It's morphing form making it hard to find,

Tarnishing heart now makes me loved by few.

Running out of time I look for choices

For Whom will the sun shine for today?

Of which moments will be the ones to replay

In my mind, of our moments, ours?

With what, will my mind replay the hours?

At what time will those moments stop?

When my life ends and the sun rots.

You’re still gleaming through.

Through glass, stained glass, a colored hue

Your colorful life counteracts the stagnant sun

While my life  dissipates, our moments, done.

For who will catch the shining sun today?

Of which moments will we replay?

Ours, yours, mine?

Will you  be the one to draw the line?

To end my life, my knowledge, my thoughts

The spirits that are lifted up and out of the darkness are the spirits that can only be held in hell

The spirits that are taken hostage are those that must be memories to remember