You Understand Your Reflection In The Mirror
and then you face the mirror again
staring at the reflection
touching the image
with your hands
trying to feel
the coldness
of it all
somehow you begin to understand
the meaning of a reflection
you go inside your door
not shutting it
you travel
the hardest journey of your life
trying to understand
what is it inside you
that does not befriend you
you experience the loneliest adventure
sailing the river alone
without a paddle
a map, a compass
a rudder
there is that light that guides you somehow
inside the cave of universal darkness
you feel like one of those muted
tiny glittering stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Be A Poet And Live In The Dark
it is easy for me to understand
why you live in the darkness of your poetry
time does not live there. There is no morning light
to mark the day, and darkness thrives
like a tunnel, without any hint that at the end
there is light.
you live there. You live there for a long, long time
and you shed off your eyes, and hands,
and eventually you lose the sense of a face.
you like it there. It is all emotions. Strong
as a river inside the cave. You may have
lost your eyes, but you have seen more.
You may have lost your hands, but you
are feeling and touching more.
It is the darkness that has provided
you the sense of eternity. There is no
time here. It is dead. And There is no
sense of remembering what had been
there before.
You flow in this darkness like a river
inside a tunnel. The only sound you hear
is the going.The journey with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning Inside
Will these dreams still follow me,
On of dark obscurity?
Cant you see it up in the sky
As it kicks you in the face and lets you dye
You never have the answers
And now you tell me the facts of life
I really couldnt be bothered with you
Get out of my face and watch me die
Burning inside!burning inside!
Absolution and a frozen room
Are dreams of men below
I try to grab it but the touch is hot
The mirrors collapses, but the image can not
Im scared of darkness in a light
I scare myself cause I know Im right
I see the evil in youre savage eye
As it cuts right through the sky
Burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
Calling the mantra with a blade in the skin
For the demons within
I feel the pain is the death and decay
But the lesson never fades away
Too little shadows, turn away
Another man through the window pane
Another slave and a victim of fate
Another lesson in hate
Burning inside! burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
song performed by by Ministry
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The reflection in the mirror
The reflection in the mirror is an unrecognisable figure,
I don't know this man, but I know his sins.
I'm getting pushed aside further and further,
where did my life end or when did it begin?
The reflection in the mirror tells me I'm lost,
wandering furiously towards the butterflies tears,
then into the lions den, my spirtis tossed,
all because of my refelections fears.
The reflection in the mirror is a brave, mighty soldier,
me? - am just a meek wounded mortal,
I used to be my aspiration, but now it's all ciphered,
and in my skin you breathe and nestle.
The reflection in the mirror shows me who I am,
but to like what I see gazing back would be a lie,
and in lifes race, to which I feel I've outswam,
this reflection will stare fiercley back at me until the day I die.
poem by D.A. Woods
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All she wants to do is be free mirror
Imprints of bloody hands stain the glass as I look at the mirror
My wounds are deep inside for everyone to see
If they even cared
A girl who cries for no reason
Who knows her anger is rising inside of her
Her soul is tainted
All she wants to do is be free mirror
This is what I see inside the other side of the mirror
As I stand there looking
The blood stains on her run from her heart to waist in the reflection
Tasting the stained blood which turned to the stained un-pure blood
Of the torment, pain, and lies
Her mouth opens up to say something
But bubbles escape only
Trapped inside the mirror as I peer inside
This is what I see on the other side of the mirror
poem by Alyssa Howell
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In The Tiredness Of Life
The survival stage of being,
Living day by day travel in,
Travel out in division of life.
Fatigue, weary, pain,
Inside whole being;
Struggle, adversity, experiences,
Trouble, are great suffering.
The eyes feel every drops of pain,
The heart and mind combine with
Breath fade away,
To carry the cross by the way
Experience in any kind event journey,
What it is all about inside life?
all things made by choice, permission
Of God to happen, to polish the wholeness
Of being, to understand the deepest
Important of life existence,
To know the duties of life in the
lives of one individual.
The pain struggle is the source
Of a beautiful life, we cannot
experience God glory without adversity,
Though its hurting deep down inside
Outside being.
God rule, reveal his power;
Receive him in heart in the annoying soul.
In the tiredness of life, revival;
We see rainbow glistering all over,
holding God hands to the perfect
Place of peace.
The prosperity of being,
The reality of life destination.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Reflections In The Mirror
When you look in the mirror
Do you see only yourself?
Could the reflection be your soul,
Staring yoack in the face?
If there is a crack in the mirror,
Is that not a reflection of you?
The mirror reveals merely what your eyes
Want us to see
But could not a clearer reflection
Mirror infinity?
poem by Lee Linc Stallings
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Never Try To Understand Me
NEVER TRY TO UNDERSTAND ME
Never try to understand me for you will never know why I am the way I am, sometimes I cant understand myself, thoughts all mixed up emotions all tied in a knot a heart full of ice sometimes, sometimes its not, I feel like I want to break free from me be someone else but it don’t work that way, sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the darkness and I cant see the light. Sometimes I feel so fragile inside sometimes I feel like I want to let everything out but I cannot its like the world is moving so fast sometimes and i’m stuck in the same spot. I’m a prisoner of my own mind it pulls me back time after time sometimes I wish couldn’t feel anything that way things wont get to me as much but I don’t let it show I keep it inside and let it fester and grow
“copyright 2009 Kerry green all rights reserved”
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poem by Kerry Green
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The Purpose Of Metaphors
you like to be candid
and yet no matter what honest words
in the most simple terms
they still
refuse to understand what you really
want to mean
to say
you shall meet metaphors
those that go inside them
their tone and color and shape and scent
what you have
obviously
you begin to hide what they refuse to believe
dress them
and give them a new face a new set of arms and feet
and these all get near them
and shake hands with them
and then
they relate and begin to understand
you
how can they ever think of something else
beyond what you do not understand
you keep the emotion inside you
you give them a fragile butterfly from your mouth
and awed
they start to believe what pains you
in your hiding things
something new opens
a door, a window, a heart, a mouth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Door Between Two Worlds
this the door between our two worlds
it divides the inside and the outside
the light and the darkness
the choice is yours
there is no lock
there is only the hinge that holds the door to its place
when you open it
there is no sound
and when you close it
there is only this silence of the air sealed inside our minds
my heart does not sing inside
it is muted by the darkness that moment your gentle hands
close the door
it is patient, the mind
the incompatibilities of the things outside us
are too inviting
they tempt us to step outside and promise us
the magical wonders of freedom
we feel so light like our joys like cottons and clouds
they are no different from our wishes
i am in the middle of this door between us
& you look at me like i am the last man of this earth
your heart opens with eyes too careful not to know
what i do next is the suspense of this uncertainty
your eyes close, my heart bleeds
my hands wilt, your mind wanders like a lost wind
the door closes finally
walling us in
it locks upon itself and
the world sleeps soundly curling its feet on the beds of the
heavens
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Question
I can see my reflection
In my bedroom mirror-
My pupils are spinning madly about -never abating-
In the dimness of the light I have always believed that
I am being persecuted-
Death fear plagues me everyday- dreams I had as a child,
Deadly as a snake
Constricting my wrist-
Life is such a mystery, and
Death is even more mysterious-
People following me close behind and
I am being watched-
Others have said it is my imagination-
Others blame it on the moon-
This morning I was running
Running from all that I fear-
Just ordinary people to others, while to me-
Menacing and threatening-
I just keep running until
I am home, the doors locked and chained and
I am alone at peace with
The voices speaking to me inside of my mind-and
I can see my reflection in my bedroom mirror-
My pupils spinning about-
Will my thoughts ever silence?
Life is a mystery to me and perhaps more to others-
Others who watch me- day in and day out-
I can still see my reflection wherever I go-
The light gets dimmer and I find myself in the midst of the darkness, although
In the confinement of my home- so I am now at peace-
Even in bleak darkness because I am alone-
Inside the world of my thoughts I am running-
Running away from my reflection until the day I die and
While death is a mystery, one never knows when it shall happen-
I continue my solitary walk towards home- and in utmost reality-
Nobody- really knows where their home truly resides-
At the same time I question where reality resides.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Mirror To Mirror
Written by gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I havent seen forever
Dont even know her name
I call on dreams and other schemes
To try and win that game
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
And though we tried in earnest
The distant silence yells
We call on wings and other things
To try and break that spell
Now that its over, darling
Truth in the common cause
We stare at our own indifference
By seeing the others flaws
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
As we look inside, theres nowhere to turn
Theres nowhere to hide
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
Mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
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Who I Am
R.sambora
Only child
Lonely one
Trying to act like his fathers son
Make him proud through he sometimes fails
Locked up, living in a jail
Help me now
Help me now
God I feel misunderstood
Trust me now
Trust me now
Who I am is good.
Who I used to be aint what I am
If you walked inside my shoes
Then you would understand
Who I am - you wonder
Who I am - I wonder
Who I am
Just who I am.
When I lost is when I learned
When the road took a crooked turn
Wore tha face of I just dont care
That piece of me just disappeared
Help me now
Help me now
Find some hope inside myself
Reaching down
Finding out
Whos hiding in this shell.
Who I used to be aint what I am
If you walked inside my shoes
Then you would understand
Who I am - I wonder
Who I am - I wonder
Who I am
Who I am.
Somehow I got to find a mirror
To make the stranger clearer
All I wanna be is who I am.
Reaching down
Finding out
I still feel misunderstood
Trust me now
Trust me now
Who I am is good.
Who I used to be aint what I am
If you walked inside my shoes
Then you would understand
Who I am - you wonder
Who I am - I wonder
Who I am
Its who I am.
Who I am
Who I am
Who I am.
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Inside The Cave
we are witness to the shadows in the cave.
Not to be mislead we touch each others' hands.
When we open our eyes we become more confused.
There are more shadows born when we begin to speak.
We are always patient. We imagine soon, always, the
soon in the shadows. Light created more shadows.
We fear it sometimes. We begin to mistrust it.
We are still inside this cave with all the shadows
of ourselves. We do not like to move, we are mocked
We are imitated by our shadows inside the cave.
Tomorrow is the exit. We become friends of the Light.
Then we become free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do Not Attempt To Understand Me
do not attempt to understand me
and tell me that this is this and this is what i have to do
for i do not need a shrink or another philosopher
they are all there inside the cabinet, locked and who knows
dying, but i am not that so cruel, for i still let them live
inside this void, and they still have the voices
though faint and well, i say, they have their own time,
but for the time being, i ask, that they must not attempt
to unlock me like i am a door with switches, a wall with bolts,
misplaced modifiers, incomplete clauses,
do they know that when they attempt to understand me
i die, like a meaning?
do they know that when the time comes for the riddle to be answered
and correctly at that,
i shall crumple like a paper sphinx?
there are those which are better be just themselves
undissipated, disassemble,
unconnected, dislodged, excreted,
for in truth, i prefer this self to just be...
unfolded, unfolding, it is more beautiful when
not understood, its mystery so beautiful, like
when you begin to explain a sunset
when you put in the square of your hands the sunrise
or the moon, that you contain
inside the iris of your eye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Will Anybody Understand?
what is this?
this hate i feel?
inside of me burning,
becuz of what i can't have,
will anybody understand?
a life that unfair,
only living for the
people you love.
am i crazy?
feeling like this?
or am i human?
people don't seem to see,
deep inside a heart is dying,
from all this pain,
that comes from this world,
will anybody understand?
what i have to do?
just to seem alright,
will anybody notice a sad girl,
just waiting for something better,
to come along and make life better,
will anybody understand?
that what they see,
is never what you get,
under all that anger is a secert,
will anybody understand?
that all i want is acceptance.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Two Face
I feel this pain inside me
weaken my every thought
I feel this pain inside me
Speechless like tied up and my tongue caught
I feel this pain inside me
I tried to reach it but it can't move
I feel this pain inside me
Worst than an invalid's liver eaten up by booze
I feel this pain inside me
oh no now you tell me it could of been joy
I feel this pain inside me
now that you mention it look what you cause uncontested turmoil
I feel this pain inside me
I wonder if you care
I feel this pain inside me
If you do then here is a dare
wind blowing through your hair while i sip you fine wine shaded all over by bamboo
What you think dream on? .... my point exactly was there ever this PAYNE inside you....
poem by Charles Payne
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Inside of me
I look inside of me
try to find who I use to be
I look inside of me
now he is gone
I try to feel inside of me
I feel nothing inside of me
I hide the hurt
keep it all inside of me
took it a little to far
we are who we are
can't change all that's been done
My face down in the dirt
I sleep no more
something here inside of me
forgot what I was here for
nothing inside of me
that will set me free
(spiritwind-1999)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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The Kiss The Tongue And The Twitting Bird....
when you get near me when you
press your lips against mine, you shall feel the coldness of my dawn,
you keep your mind open like eyes staring at the sun,
yet what you see is still the haze, the fog hanging by the mountain
since it has always been a very cold day,
when you put your tongue inside my mouth, you feel the rain rushing
making a river of rippling waters and it is the force inside that
you will feel
you close your eyes and trace where it is going, and you shall know
that every dropp of rain that makes this river
is always going away from you away from us, and you start to browse
over the silence of the my day, and you shall find that this day is an
empty page where all my words have already been erased because i do not want you to know anymore what i feel and who i am,
i am detached, i am numb, and i do not wish to know what love is all about and where it is going,
i just like to hear a bird twitting alone on that old tree.
whatever is it that it is singing, i do not really care.
for what i know is that i am alive, and for what purpose, who cares?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside Out
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybody keeps on telling me how to be
And everybody tells me do what they say
Oh Ill help myself its up to me and no-one else
But till Im ready just keep out of my way
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybodys got me running round, up and down
And here I am going out of my mind
But I wont lose sight of all the, the things Im looking for
Theyre coming to me and Im taking whats mine
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Ill play the game
Well make the same mistakes
Its all the same
If we can give and take
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
All of my life Ive been searching and hanging on
Turning a corner, never know what Id find
But now Im back again like I never went away
Ooh let me in Im through with wasting my time
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Oh inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Trapped Within My Reflection
Standing here stairing into this mirror
My reflection stairing back at me
A tear dropp falls down its cheek
Wiping my face but nothing there
The mirror begins to cloud
My reflection starts to shiver
Placing my hand on this now cold surface
My reflection slowly places his hand against mine
My reflection breathes onto the mirror
As writting appears 'HELP ME'
My mind telling me its not real
But my eyes never fail
My heart beats faster
My soul trapped within this mirror
All along, here in front of me
Stairing me in the face
My reflection banging for freedom
Seems so real as the mirror shakes
Suddenly overcome with this strange feeling
I throw my fist to the mirror
Cracks begin to form
As my reflection stands still and smiles
Shattering into a million pieces
A sensation feeling travels through my body
Looking down i see my reflection
Tainted red as blood falls
A shard of mirror stuck in my hand
A message appears
'You Freed Me - You Freed Your Soul'