Listen to My Tears
Forgiveness you have asked of me
Don't you dare walk out that door
Listen to my tears, mirror of my fears
You have hurt me to the very core
Forgiveness you have not earned
Your many lies had taken their toll
Mirror of my fears, listen to my tears
Shed in the darkness of my soul
Forgiveness you do not deserve
But, to heal, I will bring myself to
Listen to my tears, mirror of my fears
Ignore the signs that we are through
Forgiveness you shouldn't soon expect
Her name you call instead of mine
Mirror of my fears, listen to my tears
For our love lost, I will always pine
poem by Suzette Crous
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The mirrors here
The mirrors here
They reflect my deep desire...
And what it aspire...
The mirrors are tears
The desire is rape, fears
But it always mirror...
Is that my wish today is you
Your smile, hot for a while
Same do not knowing if you do it too
I'm like a child, getting wild
The mirrors here
Are a glass cover
Making me over...
The mirrors are tears
The cover is cold, years
What makes me excited...
Is that my wish today is you
Your wisdom, your freedom
I trust in moon
I want to listen the flute, true
Don't run, I can't
The sun tears can hurt deep
Without I feel very weak
I know I'll never stand
Stay, Give me fondling
The moon trust in the power from lovers
So we could keep us touching
So, trusting, we could be under covers
The mirrors here
They reflect my deep desire...
And what it aspire...
The mirrors are tears
The desire is rape, fears
But it always mirror...
poem by Ianne de Angel
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Mirror of tears.
Welcoming home in a cloud full of torrents
passing the hours wondering where all the time went
browsing through pictures that make a career
of a man who looks back through the mirror of tears
Friends now all gone, enemies now forgiven
familys lost in the thoughts of the living
names now forgotten along with the fears
standing alone in the mirror of tears
Times in my youth with the sun at it's highest
I did what I did and I just couldn't care less
running through fire and all of the gears
no thoughts for tomorrow or mirror of tears
Reflection is simply just lights contribution
images made in an old revolution
that time still remembers but nobody hears
fading like dust in the mirror of tears.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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Tears We Cry
Tears we cry, tears we cry
Sometimes tears Kalahari dry
Tears we cry, tears we cry
For others many tears
In us for us many fears
For us we haven't tears
Their aches hurt so
But our heartaches hurt too
Why then do we for theirs cry so?
Mine tears don't for me flow
Tears for they my mind blow
Like a virgin turn whore
Went to a funeral
Of a relation to my fellow
How my heart felt hollow
In my gran'pa's requiem
I cried, but not a single scream
Friends spiced my cry like cream
We have wells for their tears
And deserts for our fears' tears
Tears we cry, for they that we cry
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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In this mirror
In this mirror I see a girl who crys, I see a girl filled with lies.
In this mirror I see a girl who hides her fears, in this mirror I see a girl who wipes away her tears.
I see a gilr who bows to her knees. I see a girls who hates what she sees.
In this mirror I see a girl who wants to be set free.
I see a girl, that girl is me.
poem by Olivia Riggan
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Be still, but be in vigour.
Listen.
The winds of change blow at your feet.
Listen.
They call your name and feed your heart.
Listen.
They tell you what you want and more,
listen.
Just stop, and listen.
They know you,
truly,
and they are simply here to show you the way.
They know the quivering child who fears the world who resides inside your soul.
Listen.
They bring you no harm, so
listen.
Listen and just be glad.
Your angels have come to take you home.
Anymore # 2
by the light of the day,
by the light of the moon.
the black horse is coming,
cant get here too soon....
forgiveness doesnt come with nuclear tears,
you cant buy back the moment by selling the years,
we are no more than our dreams and our fears,
if hurt's the disease then love is the cure,
a man bows his head, a woman endures,
catastrophe is close, but salvation is near....
and as the wind blows hard on freedom's shores,
we stare in the mirror and unlock the door....
our sons their victims, our daughters their whores,
we're not gonna take it anymore!
.......just not gonna take it anymore!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
Mirror mirror
Don't stare back
For it's bad luck
If you should crack
Mirror mirror
On days like these
When what I see
Doesn't please
Mirror mirror
My mood this day
Will ask you turn
The other way!
poem by Stevie Taite
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The Key to The Mind
You have given me the key to your mind
Oh, how I thought you so kind
I look in the mirror to see your face
As my heart fills with discrace
I see you standing there
As your eyes they stair
I know you are gone
But my heart still sings it's sad song
I know you have left me to be alone
But yet I can still smell your cologne
I see your eyes as they burn into my soul
Making my heart a simmering coal
I know you have betrayed me
yet still the truth I do not see
I loved you as a babe his mother
But you only pretended to be my lover
So now as I look in the mirror I see your eyes
And I look to the skys
I look in the mirror and seemy own tears
That will wash away my fears
For now I look in the mirror and only see me
For I have finally destroyed your key
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Things are not what they seem
I look in the mirror
And I see a person filled with confidence
I look in the mirror
And see a person filled with love
I look in the mirror
And I see a man that beats the best
I look in the mirror
And I see a man that is better than the rest
I look in the mirror
And see a man with a heart of gold
I look in the mirror
And see a man that everyone wants to be
I look in the mirror and you touch my shoulder
I look in the mirror and I see you
You tell me to wipe my tears because Daddy is here
poem by Eugene Robbe Timson
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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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Accept My Demands
These months were a battle
Of love and my pride,
Pride chose to surrender,
But I didn't mind.
I sang my own ballad
Along to your chords,
You failed as my shield,
I kept being your sword.
You asked for the world -
I could give you much more.
True life was somewhere
Behind the locked door.
Through all your nightmares
I kept holding your hand.
I drained my own sea
For your castle of sand.
Love made me its slave -
It's my porcelain strength.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Accept my demands!
You're charming, unique,
And your look is brand-new.
Your face in the mirror
Is one love for you.
One slut cost you more
Than the tears I shed,
And seeing you two
Made me feel just regret.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Feel guilty and pray!
Remember those months
And the last summer day.
I tried to be perfect,
I was at my best,
You turned all my life
To a terrible mess!
Love made me its slave -
It's my porcelain strength.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Accept my demands!
Accept my demands!
poem by April Avalon
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The Good Mirror
Night falls again for the dreamer
ready to chase another dreamer
refusing to face the good mirror
who sings daily hymns of a believer
here goes hunting the weary dreamer.
A conquest for love so flawless
infinite love of forgiveness
like a tireless star in creepy darkness
so pure like a dove’s meekness
with soft touches of innocence.
Where is this love full of abundance?
That touches the soul with invisible kisses
that weakens the knees in the darkness
with drawing pool of tears for the laughters
with a pounding heart of pleasant echoes
a precious loving mind with no egos.
I wonder if we can face the good mirror
that sings patiently hymns of a believer
only God knows what is better
always guiding us to see what is better
what is the song of this good mirror?
Do you notice your good mirror?
poem by Gelila A Gobena
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I Dont Want To Talk About It
(danny whitten, 1977)
I can tell by your eyes that youve probbly been cryin forever,
And the stars in the sky dont mean nothin to you, theyre a mirror.
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
Blue for the tears, black for the nights fears.
The star in the sky dont mean nothin to you, theyre a mirror.
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke this ol heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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0050 Tears stolen from Tara
tears and fears,
run away;
run as fast as
fears run high,
run as fast as
tears run dry,
yesterday
is now today;
nor should sorrow
think tomorrow;
tears and fears,
run away,
(with apologies, witth love)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Girl in the Broken Mirror
The girl in the broken mirror
With eyes so full of tears
Will pick up the peices
That he's left behind.
She vows she'll be stronger,
And not fall for another man.
But the girl in the broken mirror,
Just needs to understand.
Love can be so perfect at the time
And then can dwittle away.
But a new love will come around
And whisk you away.
Dear girl in the broken mirror,
With her eyes so full of tears
She needs to know,
She shouldn't give up,
Theres a better man out there
Just waiting for her
Patiantly waiting
To show a love so true.
To the Broken mirror
That needs to go,
And to the tears
That need to dry,
And to the girl
That needs to fly.
poem by Melanie Weeks
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If You
If you cannot ask for forgiveness
Can you forgive,
If you cannot say that you are sorry
Do you enjoy the life that you live,
If you cannot cry a tear
Do you expect tears to be wept for you,
If you cannot feel any sorrow
In judgement then what will you do,
If you will not admit your mistakes
Do you point out the errors in others,
If you will not listen to good
Do you let evil triumph over another,
If you cannot tell the truth
Will you only listen to lies,
If you will not walk a righteous road
A crooked road walked will be your prize,
If you do not have the faith
Can you hope or could you believe,
If you do not have any morals
Could you believe in what you do not see,
If you cannot keep a promise
Can you not keep an oath,
If you cannot be honest or even trusted
Then sadly you will lose both,
If you must walk a road in shame
Can you be joyful with the things you do,
If you live a life of guilt and pity
Then how you are seen, is up to you.
poem by Randy McClave
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The Lying Mirrors
When you look in the mirror does it tell a lie.
Does the mirror tell you who you are inside.
Does it tell you, that you have inner and outer beauty.
Or does it make you ask why do i do this to me.
Trust what the mirror tell you is a complete lie.
The mirror will make you ignore your heart and listen to your mind.
No matter what inside and out you are beautiful.
And never let the lying mirrors fool you.
Remember, believing you have much beauty goes a far way.
And when you look in the mirror 'I am beautiful' is what you should be able to say.
poem by Olivia Thimes
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Pain is Beauty...
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
Just as normal the mirror replied,
'You are most beautiful,
It shall not be denied.'
But shallow was that mirror so,
It watched her ego grow and grow.
'Till one day that mirror grew bored
And told her the truth,
But seeked no reward.
The lies she was told for all those years
Stabbed through her heart,
But she still shed no tears...
Out of anger and rage she threw that mirror down
She shattered its glass,
But her pain did not drown.
So the maiden picked up part of that poor mirrors remains
And cut through her skin,
But she still felt the pain.
So searched and searched to find some rope,
That fair maiden was lost, without any hope...
If only that mirror had never lied,
They both would be here,
They never would have died...
So in the end it couldn't be clearer,
To never trust what you see in the mirror...
poem by Carmen Roebuck
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On The Coldest Day In Hell
Do you remember years ago?
All our hopes would ebb and flow
We thought wed find a promised land
Our footprints in the sand
The mysteries, the twists of fate
Have changed the path from love to hate
But wont erase sins of the past
They hide behind the mask
If I could conquer all our fears
Can forgiveness dry the tears?
If I falter, my soul Ill sell
On the coldest day in hell
Ill never let you down
How can I tell you now?
But only heaven knows
I wont let you go
I dream of demons through the night
A restless fever till morning light
My bodys cold, my heads on fire
Give me back my life
Kill this ghost inside of me
Let me sail on deep blue seas
A new beginning, another page
Dawn gives in to day
I will conquer all our fears
Let forgiveness dry the tears
If I falter my soul Ill sell
On the coldest day in hell
Ill never let you down
How can I tell you now?
But only heaven knows
I wont let you go
I swear Ill stand my ground
How can I turn this round?
As this time heaven knows
I wont let you know
When Im dreaming, Im dreaming of you
When Im breathing, Im breathing with you
But only heaven knows
I wont let you go
Music & lyrics by: geoff downes, john payne & ben woolfenden
song performed by by Asia
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