Mirror pieces

Talking to my broken reflection in those mirror pieces
I haven't forgotten you were once whole
You can be once again
Let the energy to flow
You are in control
You are you
Be you!

Faded away from scattered memories
What's in the past ceases to be
You can't look back and admire the view if you can't admire the future too. So live in the moment and look to the future, don't live in the past, learn from it and move on

Make yourself your first priority
Forget about boys, you've got more poise
Than that
You're still in love with playing pretend so get a life and call it to its end
You can do more than sleezy men, so send him on his way and pack it in

This is the advice you'd give a friend
Zzzz
You're falling asleep
Wake up
Bring your mind to your heart
An you will see
What it means to be

The intensity from within

The emotions I'm feeling,
Of how I am dealing
This heart was once so closed off
Trusting was just never enough,
Look at me, I'm yours for the taking,
But of what I'm afraid of you breaking.
I can't handle these feelings no more,
Letting myself fall, what am I doing this for?
I want to run away but at the same time I can't hide,
Of all the times, this concept I've lied.
I never knew what it was to feel,
But now I know it's all too real.
Its intensity, in all forms, confusion a must, separated into pieces of bruises and trust. For now I see that my love was never enough, it was not true, it was not love, it WAS lust.

For love should not be as romanticised as it is, it's more than just the warm fuzzy from within... It's this mixture of feelings all scrambled in to one, it's creating a connection with someone of whose soul can not be won.
Its creating a bond far beyond this plane of existence,
It's breaking free of your own shackles and finding some persistence,
It's practicing patience and knowing the shadows of the self. Its not wanting to look at somebody else, not out of fear of upsetting the other person but just simply because you're not interested.

Wow, how intense is this feeling I have.

Life illusions

What if this is all an illusion

What if I'm actually sat in a mental asylum, just sat in the corner rocking back and forth, stuck in my own little reality, where everyone isn't actually who they actually are?

What if I'm in a mental asylum, repeating my life before I got put in the mental asylum, In my head? This saying that I'll never actually know the truth, until I die.

What if I'm just a figment of someone else's imagination? What if I don't even exist and somebody else is just playing through my life in their head, as their own reality would be too messed up to think of, so they created a different character?

What if....? 

Serpent

My eyes are open, yet I cannot see
Everything is clouded over
My sight is cloudy,
It's all misted over, portraying my mind
In front of me it's hazy, but I'm not blind

I don't know what to expect,
From the python that flows around my mind, biting at the wires, causing some to intertwine

Yes that's all this is,
Something is destroying me,
It's all out of my control,
This is depravity

All of a sudden I'm okay to do what I know is wrong,
I'm not bothered,
I haven't any morals,
Although this shouldn't last long

This serpent from within has broken the ties
I no longer know wrong from right,
Or do I?
Maybe I just don't care.
Maybe everything I do is justifiable,
I'd like to claim that I'm unaware,
But I'm really not
This is all a lie

After the damage is done,
The python returns,
It weaves itself, it fixes the wires,
My vision gets hazy again,
But I want it that way,
It's my last stretch of humanity
I know so long as I can't see,
Everyone is okay,
They're safe from me.

This is what happens when I lose my sight
It's not something I can simply solve with a lense,
It's not something I can easily fight,
It's just the way reality bends,
When this souleating serpent, engulfs the light.

Mistakes

Question. 

What does it mean to forgive someone?
What does it mean to betray someone?
How can you forgive someone if you can't first forgive yourself?
How can we move away from our mistakes!?

Mistakes... we're human! We make them!
We're the authors of our own stories! However we can't simply write the whole story out and expect no mistakes! It doesn't help that we may write in pen! You can't simply erase mistakes anyway! You can only put a line through them and move on, trying not to repeat them

The fear of reality of going completely insane

I feel like my hues are muted,
Like I'm coloured outside the line.
I feel like my mind is polluted,
Like gray flowing down my spine.

Don't get the wrong impression,
I am not caught in a deep hole,
This is not black depression,
It's a dampening of my soul.

The blues of my skies are pink,
And the yellows of my sand is green,
My brain is too dull to think,
The slate is totally clean.

My palette just has shades of gray,
Nothing too dark or exciting,
The doctor wants it that way.

Don't get me started on writing,
The words just won't come to me,
For each letter, I am fighting,
So I can help you see,
How I want to flirt with insanity.

I crave the bright white,
And I do not fear depravity,
I will be high as a kite!
In a wondrous thunderstorm,
With rainbows and lightning!

The white will keep me warm,
While everything is frightening!
But mania stings like a bee,
And once it dies it unlocks
And sets the depression free
From out of pandoras box
Flows the reaper,
He drags me in deeper!

Do you want to hurt yourself?
Mark an x in the box...
Do you want to kill yourself?
No I won't stop my clock!
Love and curiosity keep me around!
What will be? How will they react?

Bring me back to the ground...
But oh this is all hypothetical...
I wouldn't do this another time,
It's just all theoretical.

I'm joking, I make big talk,
I'm terrified too much!
With this illness I won't walk
Without my crutch.
This little white pill,
Which makes life ordinary.

But I'll hold onto this fantasy still,
Of the extreme extraordinary!
But I won't let it tempt me,
Because of the fear of reality,
Of going completely insane.

what is love?

What is love? 

But a figment of the imagination

A simple, yet complex feeling of affection

Love is a word commonly misconstrued, its meaning is lost

In different tales, lost in the past, Hidden away and only some are fortunate enough to find it

It’s funny how all we hear about, is the miracle of “love”, When all it seems to bring is hopelessness, It brings nothing but pain

The heart is truly delicate, so easy to break yet so strong at the same time

What does it mean to be “in love”?

Is it just a chemical reaction that eventually stabilises?

Or does it go far deeper than that?

So many questions, Only a lifetime to find the answers

Answers that you may not really want

Is it better to just avoid Love? Or should we embrace it?

Should we search for Love? Or will it find us?

Only time will tell

But oh, we want it so badly,

We spend our lives hoping, praying that we eventually find it

Even though we don’t know what it is,

We’re scared to die alone, Afraid of never being loved by the one we grow to adore

This is my quest; I’m not going to give up,

Life’s a sweet adventure, conflicting pain and sorrow

But we don’t realise that there’s more,

How are we to forget Pandora’s Box? There’s always hope, Hope that happiness, Joy, perfection and Love will all be obtained

So there’s no reason to give up

I will find the answer to my question

What is love?