Glass Sky

An angry young boy who's rage incubated for 15 years
Forced to smile, to laugh and, in turn, forced his sanity to shatter
His joy doesn't matter
His pain buried under empty chatter
His patience is fading
He stays silent, still waiting to leave
You can't begin to believe his power.
You think you know power? The power of love?
Anger is true power. Anger induces fear, in turn reveals cowards.
With every word spoken, his rage creeps closer. Yet he still waits
Until one day
Rage is free
He screams
15 years of pain turned so others can feel the same
The world falls silent apart from his scream flooding into both reality and dreams
People wait in fear for this apocalypse to pass
Everything around him turns fragile
The sky turns to glass
It breaks into a thousand knives, falling on those who ruined his life
He tastes regret, remorse overflowing in their blood
The flood of knives impale the floor
The floor mirrors the sky
As his scream comes to an end the world reverses to as it once was
Except the people are gone
His anger reshaped the world
Now it's his. Now he's free

Anxiety

Anxiety,

You lied to me, you said it didn’t matter

Pity that her final answer would never leave her lips.

Remnants of memory, fragments of fantasy

When combined form my mind

Her divine figure haunts me yet keeps me alive

Striving to stay but it’s driving me insane

Anxiety, please put aside these dreams

Of me speaking the things you hid

That lie motionless deep within my subconscious

Anxiety, enough, I don’t care for her answer anymore

Already my lust has bid farewell, never to soar anymore

Liberation lands, replacing the departed despair

Anxiety, you were never there for me

You made me act too carefully

And turn my back on what was meant to be

Yours sincerely,

One whose heart has been set free

Me Behind the Mirror

An only child with an identical twin who resides within glass. Hides behind a dark cloak at times when he leaves home.

The brothers exit the door, one melts to the floor, forming a silhouette of the brother he’s never met.

What people don’t see is which one’s really me

The twist in the tale: In our midst lurks The Ventriloquist.

He hides in front of everyone’s eyes

And presides over his puppet brother.

You may be wondering who’s the puppet and who’s the master…

Well dear reader, the truth of the matter is the answer moves faster than all those who attempt to catch her.

I should know the answer but I can only feel her.

A confession to the question: Which one is behind the mirror?

Am I the reflection awaiting resurrection?

Or am I the lie that resides inside and tries to imitate life from the other side?

Regret

You call for help as you fall in contempt

Swept away in a sea of mistakes.

It’s too late. You can’t be saved.

Stranger

I wanted to be there, where she would be. Not for me. What others don't see is what I feel. What I feel is what she tries to conceal behind her eyes.
I thought I could be her wall, pick her up when she falls. After telling her I would be there when she calls she started standing tall. Just when I thought I fought away all of her danger, I realized I protected a complete stranger.
I was blinded by hope thinking I could change her. My caring nature was the ink I used to rewrite the end of her story. Now she doesn't worry nor see the last memory of her past demons. Relief is now the force that leads her to believe there are more spirits of joy over her.
Despite this delight over fright her sight is unlike before. Like a dark door blocking a room that is bright from the inside.
She seems serene but the lies she told me still chase her.
Yet I am still seen through the eyes of a stranger.