

Whispering ReflectionsWhat can we do? You ask me through stained glass, Only one reflection is cracked, While the other's eyes wander. Echoes ring through hollowed hearts, Shattering already broken bones. The flesh rips open, pulsing and alive, Shivering in the presence of the heart, Of the pure soul, From where our sighs slip, Escaping the twists of time.Whispering Reflections
Taking a cracked shard of mirror, One observes no reflection, Suddenly horror stricken to realize the truths among lies. Whispering lips brush each shoulder, An invisble arm reachs out to tip the broken mirror,  


Sick HobbieBroken hearts, Burning fire, Here lies hidden earthly desires. Stinging tears, Silenced lust, My fingers scream to touch.Sick Hobbie
Walked away with a saddening shrug, Pulled even further away, With a turned back to us. What's said is stone, It could crack and break. What our souls do, Our hearts will take. What hands can teach, Controlled emotions break free and overflow.
How timid are we, Sinking our last ship set out to sea, The tides everflowing time, memory, Let's us fade and forget. What a fun sick hobbie, full of lost t


ReflectedI recall being a child, and finding myself Unendingly disapproving of the face In all my mirrors. No matter how many Mirrors I tried, the face was always The same. But here I am faceless, And the faces I sometimes do choose Are not the same as that ugly thing In my mirrors. This new mirror Is different. Now I have many faces.Reflected
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All are innocent in the eyes of spectators Time, Fate, Life/Death, because we remain naive till the very end, when all is revealed to us. With realization and answers to every question, our body is shed and the soul is set free.
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I shall take on the world with a crayon!
AND I WILL BE VICTORIOUS!
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COMMODORE EAGLE VISION
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