Mirror

My reflection stares back at me.

classics

dance with me, my love, to classics only we can hear.

fallen angel

a fallen angel on earth.

angel

an angel on earth is beautiful in their own way.

duality

angels and devils,wicked teeth and glowing smile,personas clashing

lies

i do not exist.

the angelic mad queen

call me a failurewith your pitiful voices,bitter faces,don’t forget to mention all my mistakes – the incident back in sixth and seventh,break down all my intercepted ambitions,laugh at the tears sliding down my face – deep voice of dogmatic lies,point out my broken fingers –ripped-up papers screwed-up hatredmessed-up judgements thrown-up and down, a roller-coaster with

light and shadow

in the light… sparkling glitterpainting red porcelain lipssoft smile, rosy cheeks voice of an angelfallen from the high heavensgolden harp in hand a powerful soulcrushing expectationsshattered records left. in the shadows… pearly drops of bloodspill from cracked lips of raw skintears drip on bare floor a hoarse voice destroysher self-worth; mic thrown asidei can never

ethereal

sunlight ripples across open curtains –fluttering cloth painted with shadesof white and yellow –light playing across your face –shimmering radiance controlled by a greater hand than mine – my finger trailing across your nose bridge,basking in the velveteen feel of your soft skin beneathcalloused fingers. sunlight glimmers and distorts,light caressing your yellow strands of hairtill