#brooke-mirrors

I told myself to be consistent,

To dedicate and not be distant.

Funny, since were all keeping our distance,

And it’s hard to be out of nonexistence.

I told myself that distance was my friend,

And that life was looking up for me.

I was wrong, my introvert was a monster,

To text someone and say I miss them and actually mean it.

It tore me apart from others memories,

And I came to forget others as well.

I was alone with...loneliness,

I came to miss the interactions with others.

If I see you one day, you best walk away,

Don’t expect a hug from your creation.

You rejected your little mirror with a push,

You walked away and never looking back. 

If I see you there’s nothing for me to say,

But you have many explanations to give.

Don’t start with a sorry in return of sympathy,

I’ll shut my heart up before Oceans start pouring.

Sympathy lived long ago, meaning time is up,

Time perished away at your side.

Just walk away because your good at that,

so let’s just leave it all, at that.

If forgiveness is given to you, no promises,

You will just be mentioned by your first name.

Too bad I can’t give you your blood back,

Because my last name has no love, it lacks

After many years of disappearance goodbye,

You were just the person that created me.

This is all on a real level I’m serious,

Running on a race,

A path till the end.

No time for thoughts,

No time for taking breaths. 

The fearing sound,

Increasing our speed.

Close your eyes,

There, is where you lie. 

Hit your head on a wall,

Knocking you down.

The R.O.A.R of the tiger,

It devours you completely. 

As others still run,

Remembering the fallen.

So they keep their pace,

Not meeting the fallen fate. 

Eyes, dead as a grave,

As the Grave and Earth are 5 feet away.

I am ghost, five feet away from you,

My cold skin observing your cold.

Ears closed with the sound of your voice,

Dead silence, but loud thoughts.

Eyes into wondering space,

But thoughts without a trace. 

Smile but don’t smile,

So you keep your silence.

Approach me once or twice,

But there’s nothing else to say.

Sealed mouth, but want’s to chirp,

You have eyes to see but no mouth to talk.

Talk the talk but not walk the walk,

Is the actions of your speeches.

You talk to the living and not the Dead,

You pray for the Dead but not for the wounded.

Help the Rich, but turn on the poor,

As higher pay comes from the Rich.

Humble people left in the dust,

Prideful people sit on the Golden Throne.

Glory goes for the Rich,

Darkness haunts the humbled. 

Problems follow everyone,

Harder on the humbled.

For they have nothing to solve with,

But for the Rich, their Money is their savior. 

5 feet away from this Earth,

A living ghost in living meat.

As the pursuit of happiness is not the same,

All it is, is to be upon glory and riches. 

I live not here no more,

A beautiful Flower Vase,

Holding abounding of life.

Glass shinning with clarity,

Water clear as a sparkling Diamond.

Life, tested my endurance,

As people threw me to the ground.

Shattered to big pieces: Repairable,

The Vase was all glued back together. 

Life was still abundant,

Water was still clear.

So people threw me once again,

Broken into smaller pieces. 

Repairable once again,

As it continued for 16 years.

So many times being thrown,

There came a breaking point. 

I was irreparable,

Small shattered glass defines me. 

Eyes blind to the small pieces,

Not even tweezers can pick up.

Put me back together,

I won’t be the same.

12% of the glass is still there,

Having big openings everywhere. 

Glass lost it’s clarity,

And was replaced by Dust.

Water once sparkling like a Diamond,