The Mirror of Possessed

It won’t tell what you’re the most, certainly not the least

It shows that you’re a beast,

It won’t respond to mirror, mirror on the wall

As it stands tall in the darkest of halls,

You won’t see what you wish to be

But the demons you’re scared to let free,

It won’t transport you to another world

Where an opposite reality could have unfurled,

You might think you’re fine

But here the stars don’t align,

You’ll decay

That’s the only way,

You won’t ever be at rest

It’s The Mirror of Possessed.


I had this idea, I really hope it translates.


nights in the rearview mirror

crashing into glass

a sudden halt

throws us forward and then back,

we can’t talk about it

but i retrace our path,

tire marks on an empty road

it’s a story told in the past

drive in reverse

til you get to the start,

now can we tell where this ends

and we part?


this poem uses half my brain to understand and i’m the one who wrote it. fancy much?


We sing in a rocketship going to the end of universe

Metal and survival kits hang like decoration

Elements that make up your name have been discovered

Buttons taped to your hand determine our fate

Blow out the candle in space before we inhale the cake

It’s a countdown to feel weightless, a party in zero gravity.


Those moments where a relationship headed towards destruction? And you’re at a party but you want to have some fun?

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