Friday, January 23, 2009

Stranger

Who is this person,
I see in the mirror?

Who is this stranger,
cast in my shadow?


Whose are these word,
that come from my mouth?

They can't be mine,
It can't be me.

Whispers of lies, truthfully told
these rumors I hear, they can't be my secrets

Who is this stranger
in my reflection?

And why is she staring at me
with a broken gaze?

Why are her eyes cold and wet?


Surely this can't be what I've become.


The broken girl, shattered in pieces
left for me to put back together.

A splash of cool water
And her face washes off.

It is me.

I am here under the broken layers
and it is me

who has to fix this sorry mess.

Got any duck tape?

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

nothing

there is something so peaceful
about nothing

have you ever just let yourself get lost
in it's power?

just let loose, let it erase all of
yesterdays worries

someone else can fear
your fears

just give in to this one
moment

this one chance you have
to feel absolutely
nothing.

Is it just me, or are you still feeling something?