Poetry: Mirror, Mirror on The Wall

I often talk to my reflection
As if it was a different person
Separate from me
It seems that it was certain
The person staring back
Isn't who he seems
His evil eyes aren't a reflection of me
I always thought I was a good person
Not letting negativity affect this
Now I'm seeing it from another perspective
My soul is enclosed in this human mold
I know that I'm supposed to grow old
If wisdom comes with age
Then why does time pass so slow?
Will I ever find the time to do no wrong?
This bitter sweet feeling pulls my strings
The puppeteer and the puppet are fighting
For control, good and evil thoughts
I'm often lost.....in my reflection

Poetry about depression

I've been broken hearted for so long
Life has run its course
Things I found pleasure in
They've just become, so morbid

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Poetry: Drive Me Crazy

Her love drives me crazy
When I read that look in her eyes
My heart stops beating inside
So for this ride, it's to the death

Left in the dust, I was left to walk
When we have problems
Our relationship comes
To a screeching halt
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Poetry: Drug Free

You had your hold on me
That's ancient history
I will get better in some time
I begged you to set me free
Instead you diluted my mind


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Poetry: Gun control

It's my given right to bear arms
Lately, it seems like people are scared
To own a gun, but when it's a life
Or death situation, you'll wish that
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Poetry: If Only You Knew

If only you knew
It would be that last
Time, I talk to you
I'm getting old and my


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Poetry: I'll walk at my own pace

I'll walk at my own pace
Nice and slow, it's no hurry
I have no place to go
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Poetry: Haiku about islands

Lonely little land
A paradise for people
Surrounded by water

Poetry: Haiku about heatwaves

The dry heat sets in
Humidity has arrived
I am drenched in sweat

Poetry: Senryu about miniskirts

The miniskirt is
Held together by fabric
Clinging to dear life

Poetry: We Stand

We stand for the greater good
Our voice amplified to speak when we should
All this hard work is progress in society's eyes
To have it all destroyed by the younger generation

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Poetry: This can't be right

This can't be right because it feels so wrong
I'm struggling to find words for this song
I know I'm wrong, you stay on my mind
If it don't fit, I don't quit, I'll make it rhyme
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Short Story: Forced Entry

In a quiet town far, far away, lived a young lady named Emily. She was a hard worker and she had everything that she wanted as a kid. Recently, Emily moved into her very first home. Emily was the talk of the town, and the neighbors couldn't stop praising her recent purchase.

The house needed a little work done to it, but over it was immaculate. Emily painted the walls while she listened to loud rock music. At 23 years old buying a house was a huge accomplishment. Some of Emily's neighbors invited her to a block warming party. She quickly obliged, and she was so excited to meet her new neighbors.

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