Writing Prompt

My hands,

Against the walls.

My face,

Not my own.

My body,

Nonexistent.

My reflections leer,

Reaching out from

Behind the glass.

I hear their chatter—

Always.

I can never quite make it out,

More of a

Feeling

Than a

Sentence.

Words piled together,

Their din

Suffocating.

My muscles,

Tense.

My smile,

Forced.

I figure I could make a living as an actor—

If only passions were

Prof...

The mirrors of the mind,

They spin as fast as time,

With the reflections in your head,

Take my glass sir I am dead,

The neurons in the glass,

My my,

Im so fast,

The end...

Mirrors of the Mind.

Mirrors of the Mind I call,

to be able to feel,

but not to fall.

Mirrors of the Mind.

I am thinking

now,

that maybe

like this,nothing

could happen,and no one

could even use this.

But no miss,

no lady,

no man,no boy,and no one

manages to enter in my mind,as

the mirrors of my mind,

help me to trick them,

into believing,

that there are no mirrors waiting....

The water ripples

The reflections shimmering

Like the pieces of a shattered mirror

The wind blows

Leaves flutter

the limbs of the trees sway

I see it through my mirror

Oh! What a great morning

The sun shining so brightly

An insane imagination

That I could really see

Just a reflection

Through the mirror

If I step back

I will fall

But I will get up for sure

But mirrors will crack

Life re...

Within the jungle of my consciousness,

Where shadows dance and the shades hiss,

I gaze into the mirrors of my mind’s abyss,

The haunted reflections of memories meant to last,

Are but fleeting moments that leave tracks as the clock ticks past,

Backward-looking floating wreckage of a life already elapsed,

Yet these mirrors don’t reflect, they take over and invade,

Using the whispers of my past as sp...

when i look

into the darkness

in my mind and soul

it shows me

exactly who i

am:

black tears drip

from bloodshot eyes

and goosebumps cover

a frail body

and anxiety makes these

fingers shake

and shadows dip beneath

my eyes

for i am too afraid

to sleep

but if i look into the light

what i see instead

is nothing,

nothing at all...

I wear the mask that I need

Change is as per social scenery

And like a rose I have my thorns

And my true self now seem forlorn

If the shoe fits wear it

And so I play the part

Never revealing the cracks

Of my eons old mask

Trust me love

I’m a true artist

Always playing a facade

You’ll never see it coming

A people pleaser at its hights

Always molding to what you need

Tell me love,

I’ll pay heed

I’ll...

I seek to connect with the divine,

yet all I find are mirrors of the mind.

Tetherd in a frame so fragile,

Allowing me to think more agile.

I think to craft a better life,

And so I conjure up a butcher knife.

To slash my eyes out of the mirror scraping-off reflective glass,

Until it resembles diamond ash.

Carve the weakness from my mortal mind,

And let the spirit wander blind.

For that seems ...

My mind blank no answers, just questions asked maybe answers maybe questions?

No answers, answered no questions answered just a closed mouth. People still questioning

Like talking microphones but out of my mind like blowing wind “My Mind Is Blanked out! I cannot think of

Anything!” Everyone gasped with shockness then silence hit as the whole world empty, blank, out minded! Then I had the...

I tend to stay up late at night

Usually until two or three o’clock

Many people call me crazy

But this is when my mind is most clear

When I can truly sit and think

When my thoughts don’t disappear

For it’s always late at night

When my creativity lights its spark

When I write my poems and stories

With their themes so complex and dark

It’s late at night as I write this now

When a thought ...