Tag: self reflection

Your face is showing

Fear glazes the eyes atop masks
Out-stretched hands, morally bitten
Hordes
hoarding essentials—
some to profit
while others for security
Public services mocked
while trying to keep their composure
Bound to their castles,
what awaits one
can not be seen—
Insanity.
Isolated roads
are no longer a metaphor
What was a friendly smile
now a grin of greed
Words of encouragement
from people who preached saying,
“Things will be all right”,
no longer have meaning
in this day and time

Excuse me,
but your face is showing.

 

 

If…

If I were you,

what would you have me do?

Will I stay in bed?

Or will I go out instead?

How do I take my coffee or tea?

Black or bitter? Maybe some sugar and cream?

Am I an “Online Romeo” trying to get laid?

Or am I a “Casual Juliet” trying to get through the day?

How would I handle stress?

What would work best?

When the day is done,

what do I do for fun?

Do I read and then sleep?

Or am I rocking a mic with a couple of drinks?

I’m only asking

because curiousity

is getting the best of me.

So, the moment of truth…

who am I

if I were you?

Closing my eyes

When I’ve closed my eyes,
I saw and felt parts of my life.
Times where I’ve cried
having told an honest lie.
Smiling at my reflection—
believing in my own deception.
And being so demanding
for the world to notice me.

Now,
when I close my eyes,
the fragments are nowhere in sight.
I still cry—
reasons may vary as to why.
My smile’s genuine.
I can share my inner reflection.
No longer demanding,
I’ve grown to be understanding.
The world to me
is what I choose to notice
even if it were a dream.


 

Paper mache heart

An empty heart can still be seen,
making the perfect mold to cast over.
Strips, unevenly torn, of red and pink—
the bits I kept that meant the most—
are lightly brushed over
with a blended mixture of
wishful thinking and tears of “I Love You.”
Decorated with ribbons, bows, and lace,
helps keep everything in place.
They overlap,
trying to cover the pain
from “We’re Over.”
It’s how I see my heart—
the perfect gift
for myself.