Evidence of an Injured Mirror

Caring too much if we are loved even when we don’t care back
Surviving our own delusions for a life time
Longing for too long in places we don’t belong
Staring at familiar imperfections along the way
Re-inventing the wrongs of the past with masochistic grandeur
Hallucinating our worth, resuscitating hope
Changing our minds after forgiving our trespassers
Taking everything back and returning the gifted testimonials
-To puzzle the senders -
Expecting it will cut out for good the old good days that we leave behind
Ostracized by revengeful scenarios,
Fraternizing with temporary allies that we formerly used to despise,
Racing against imagined enemies, beside imaginary friends
Oversleeping and being late
for life-changing dates which never take place
Crying the same
on weddings and funerals
Looking up words which don't exist in advanced learners'dictionaries
Unable to tell the difference between a fake smile and a self-destructive pride
Mutilating our hopes, amputating our desires,
Not-knowing
We only have deeds to regret instead of feelings or thoughts.

Ode to a Tomorrow-Challenged Sunrise

A lethargy parodist in a duel of total neglect
I wander away from a mosaic of abusing rage
To a frozen labyrinth of untimely solitudes
and altruistic ruins
at the earliest permissible thought
Pacifying the childhood growth
and the omission of an invisible cage
With a prospective self-defense mime I use
to carry along like a fatherly talisman.
Putting a dormant hex on some spring noons
does not unlock the wintry months’ irruptions
followed by so many suburban rains
That evening muds seem such laudible efforts.
They say
an immune response and pious composure
are never enough
for the blameless decline of bearable goodbyes,
an ordinary morning landscape
depicted with cosmic cries and the echoing roar
of an implosion
Invoking platitude, redemption,
and the renewed promise of a fresh start.

random thoughts put together

So, once in a while we are threatened to be evicted from our souls by too many memories taking over every single territory we once owned. Among so many kissed frogs and idealized statues brought to life, how do we recognize who we are looking for when we don’t know who we are looking for? It’s time our hearts stopped worshipping these fake gods...Oh, and...it shouldn't be too hard to be met half way if people were actually coming towards us. Always being expected to walk the extra mile is unfair.It’s time we broke this force of habit and convenience.

My guess is that if springs follow winters and the sun stops the rain...then hopefully happy memories should replace the painful ones...and set our dreams free.