vain

All alone All along

like porcelain shavings

her skin began to crack

like a feather floating on thin air

she's losing strands of silken hair

 

the mirror spits back 

all the qualities in which we lack

like needles in our eyes

poisoned with vain lies

 

she savored the quiet moments 

devoid of conversation 

the sound of still breathing

the footsteps that followed him leaving.

 

the closer I feel

the further you fade

the more I crave

the less you feed

so I chose not to need 

a single thing..

 

will there ever be a solid bridge built to cross..?

a river below, to toss our fears away...

voices muffled, as she sank deeper

yet no hand reaches.

sunshine streaks through the surface

the only warmth you'll get

engulfed in cold fluids

& a heart weighed down by loves disillusions---

many reminders of what could have been..

 

all alone

she knew it all along..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

5.7.15

Narcissistic Mirror

Folder: 
Just a thought!

I look in the mirror and I ask myself

Could I look any better if I came off a shelf?

My makeup looks good and accents my eyes

The concealer is working to hide a few lies

My high, cheek bones are followed by blush

They look very rosey, vibrant and lush

My lips are set for an Angel's kiss

They won't waste time avoiding this

The dress falls quite nicely, with pleated swerves

Following a body line of sensual curves

It's cut pretty low, revealing my back

To place a warm hand, for a line of attack'

Moving up past the hips, my perfect breasts lie

My bountiful portions, won't fall far from their eye

My mirror on the wall, cannot tell a lie....

I can't make improvements, so... why even try?


 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Narcissistic Mirror"

hopeless

 

 

...........

 

 

 

the sad wimpish one 

 

he covers his body with blood

 

hoping someone will notice

 

just how ugly he is

 

 

he wants to be noticed

 

for the great person he truly is

 

but has no time to notice

 

that no one notices

 

anything anymore

 

 

and life goes on

 

and he stays sad

 

dying to live

 

and crying to die

 

 

never having the balls

 

to ask himself why

 

 

2:39 AM 7/6/2013

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by the signs of the times, and those who are having a hard time enjoying life on life's terms. 

My personal insanity

Insanity from pain,
Yeah, I know im so vain.
Its only for the fame.
If its not then its lame.
Not using my brain.
My life will never be the same

Author's Notes/Comments: 

listening to lady gaga

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