TheVanityMirror

those are the eyes fractured, framed with death's sympathetic scrape those are the eyes tormented - raped by human monstrosity those are the eyes defiled, mired in merry-go-rounds of murder those are the eyes unworldly - yet wise to the lectures of guns and those are her eyes scouring us for coins of compassion to spare or any leftover scraps of conscience those are the eyes of glances of prayers unsaid, unheard

I am I; Never always was I, but I always will be After U walked out of my alphabet I used to be more - I was sure that I meant Much more than what I thought I did; That is, without you, I am nothing but a line - A line of careless thought, of constant quality, Of hard, unyielding, rigid stability; Like the faded markings on a one-way street Like a drawing of a house, incomplete - I am a part thereof, but never whole, Like a full bucket of water with a leaking hole; Take heed, U, That is what I am, but not what I used to be. I grapple with my newfound sensibility; Insecure in my independent security - Because You know my

It was a full moon when I first met him, Under the willow tree Half past midnight I told him I had to leave And he declared his love for me It was a summer's day when I saw him, In the bustling marketplace A quarter to noon I finished my shopping And he swept up me up in an embrace It was an autumn sunset when I surprised him, Down by the sandy sea Half an hour to eight he bid me farewell And blew a kiss to me It was a winter's morning when I missed him Pining away in the church One minute to ten the messenger returned And reported no results from the search It was a spring sunrise when I received the letter Years later in my

There's no logic in love Nor is there a reason There's no such thing as right & wrong And you're always at a junction What starts off as something little Turns into something big From there everything escalates And it's more than just a jig Your face constantly plagues my dreams; And your name's imprinted in my mind My thoughts are no longer mine alone The ground you walk on I enshrine I try to catch you after class So I form the words to speak But when I get you alone to myself My head spins and my knees get weak Sorry to say I'm not a supermodel With lovely forty-three inch legs I'm that plain girl-next-door I bear a rese

Her honey-brown eyes watched as the ebony ink dripped mercilessly down onto the parchment, splattering out and turning a lighter shade as it evaporated away. She gracefully placed the quill back into the ink well where it belonged, and sighed discontentedly. Running her fingers softly over the intricate carvings on the oak wood desk, she stood up and glided over to the wavering source of light from the window. Oh, she missed him so. As her deftly manicured fingers unveiled the great expanse of windows, the sunlight shot like arrows from heaven into her room, illuminating all miscellaneous objects. The shadows faded away in fear, and she walk

Little Red Riding Hood grasped the thin material of her cloak closer around herself, sustaining a faint grimace as she continued on her, unbeknownst to her, perilous journey through the woods. Little did she know, the Big Bad Wolf was lurking in the shadows cast by the ancient trees, fitting itself perfectly in between the nooks and crannies of its cover. The tree spirits tried in vain to warn Little Red Riding Red, but their warnings only resulted in the mere rustling of their tree branches, causing a few evergreen leaves to fall. Little Red Riding Hood paused, before resuming her walk down the leaves-strewn path. The little boy ran his tin

Porcelain doll with tangled hair, People pass or stop and stare, Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn, Her parents regret the day she was born, Her plastic heart has melted down, Her stunning smile, a perfect frown, Her shining future, a blackened road, Her flowing words, a fucked up code. Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead, And voices scream inside her head, A falling rain of acid tears, Mirrors reflecting all her fears, A fire raging through her veins, Drugs to reduce all her pains, Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised, Her staggering beauty, now gone and used. A foreign beauty, now buried alone, A cryptic place