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[rbrower]

Hallway of Mirrors

Why am I different from everyone else?
They all stand in front of the mirror, admiring their reflection.
I long to be like them, vain, wrapped up in an image of myself.
I walk to an empty mirror, waiting to look at my own beauty.
But there is no reflection.
I break down a little inside, but I refuse to let it show through.
Walking back down the hallway of mirrors, I closely watch the actions of others.
Some choose to stand lazily, with their backs slumped over, while others are standing straight up.
They all seem to be very individual, no one else quite like them.
I see one man, standing in front of his reflection, his eyes closed, with his hands clenched around his neck.
I try to mirror his position, standing in front of an open mirror, trying to find my reflection.
I close my eyes, breathing deeply, acting just as the man had.
But when I open my eyes, I do not see myself staring back.
I see the reflection of the man.
My heart begins to pound in my chest, overwhelmed by the circumstances of the day.
Why can’t I find myself?
I begin trying to mirror others, becoming more and more desperate.
But as I open my eyes, acting just as they do, I still do not see myself.
I am not like them. It is not my reflection.
I become completely frustrated, my head spinning around me.
I see reflections coming at me at every angle, but none of them are mine.
I sob, crying out to find who I really am.
My hands ball up in fists by my side, releasing tension as it flows through my veins.
Where am I?
Who am I?
I run down the hall, trying to find myself.
But every mirror holds a different image, a different reflection.
I see myself as many people, all the people that I try to be like.
I keep on running, making my way to the end of the hall.
I stop right in front of a mirror blocking the door, the largest of them all.
There is no reflection of me standing there.
But the glass is filled with millions of people, all standing there, staring back at me.
I close my eyes, the pit of my stomach sinking lower than it ever has before.
I begin to scream just wanting to find myself.
So I just let go, not wanting to be like anyone else.
I want to be myself.
I want to find myself.
I open up my eyes to see that all of the other people are gone from the image.
My reflection is standing there in the mirror, staring back at me.

 

[rbrower]

You remind me of me... having a deep understanding without experience. Keep posting. You have the power to touch people!

Thanks!

 

[rbrower]

Stars and Scars



My life was a constant battlefield.
I was always trying to protect myself from the attacks, but I always felt the blow of the breakdown.
My skin is still covered in scars, remnants of those who have hurt me.
I wasn’t going to give up the fight though. I was going to win.
That was when you came into my life.
All sides of the battle surrendered, waving white flags over their heads.
And then you found me, covered by rubble, my soul completely bruised.
You healed me, bringing me back to life.
I now live for you, breathe for you.
I wake up in the middle of the night, hugging my pillow and wishing that it was you instead.
You shelter me from the rain, making me forget all about my past battles.
I hold you in my arms, my flesh seeming to melt with your touch.
Your aroma makes me lose control, and I know that you could be the one.
I want to kiss you in the rain, forgetting all about time, just allowing myself to soak in your love.
And now we lay down out here, our backs pressing against the cool, damp earth.
Your fingers rustle through my hair as my hand rests on your stomach, wanting to pull you in even closer.
You look up at the stars as I try to hide my scars, knowing that I no longer need them.
I no longer need to remember how much I’ve been hurt.
All I need is you.

 

[Disneyson 1]

AWWWW!!! That one was really sweet, yet still deep and heartfelt.

 

[rbrower]

AWWWW!!! That one was really sweet, yet still deep and heartfelt.

Thank you very much. That one was a bit more personal than a lot of them on some levels.

 

[rbrower]

Burning Flesh

I don’t know exactly what it is about you.
All I know is that I can’t fight this burning passion anymore.
I break down, allowing you to persuade me into your devious plans.
You know just what to do to make sparks fly, causing a chain reaction of flames.
You stole my innocence, making it disappear into the smoke of our fire.
My flesh burned at your touch, but I held on for as long as I could.
I had been warned so many times about you and your ways.
But your light was so bright that I couldn’t ignore it.
I know this won’t last.
I’m trying so hard not to lose my heart quite yet.
Being with you is very tricky, threatening to burn me with just one touch.
But my heart seems to send of sparks whenever I see you, fire consuming my soul and burning me up.
I lay here on the bed, thinking of how you seemed to be on fire.
Sleep had saved me for a while, sheltering me from the flames licking at my flesh from all angles.
My dreams ended though, making me wake up in a cold sweat and want to hold you in my arms.
Yet, I can’t look at you.
I’m terrified of how vulnerable I am in your hands.
My innocence is no longer in the room, but the guilt of my mistakes still seems to linger.
I can’t let you go though.
I’m thinking back to past flames, but I realize that none of them turned into the large and bright, yet dangerous fire that you did.
I look over, knowing that I have to see you.
But my flesh doesn’t burn this time, my affection now extinguished.
You are already gone.

 

[EPCOT Explorer]

Burning Flesh

I don’t know exactly what it is about you.
All I know is that I can’t fight this burning passion anymore.
I break down, allowing you to persuade me into your devious plans.
You know just what to do to make sparks fly, causing a chain reaction of flames.
You stole my innocence, making it disappear into the smoke of our fire.
My flesh burned at your touch, but I held on for as long as I could.
I had been warned so many times about you and your ways.
But your light was so bright that I couldn’t ignore it.
I know this won’t last.
I’m trying so hard not to lose my heart quite yet.
Being with you is very tricky, threatening to burn me with just one touch.
But my heart seems to send of sparks whenever I see you, fire consuming my soul and burning me up.
I lay here on the bed, thinking of how you seemed to be on fire.
Sleep had saved me for a while, sheltering me from the flames licking at my flesh from all angles.
My dreams ended though, making me wake up in a cold sweat and want to hold you in my arms.
Yet, I can’t look at you.
I’m terrified of how vulnerable I am in your hands.
My innocence is no longer in the room, but the guilt of my mistakes still seems to linger.
I can’t let you go though.
I’m thinking back to past flames, but I realize that none of them turned into the large and bright, yet dangerous fire that you did.
I look over, knowing that I have to see you.
But my flesh doesn’t burn this time, my affection now extinguished.
You are already gone.

Tad gory?:lookaroun:lol::hurl::lol:

 

[rbrower]

Tad gory?:lookaroun:lol::hurl::lol:

Eh, I was bored. :lookaroun
:lol:

 

[rbrower]

Night Swimming

Our toes sank into the sandy edge of the water as we snuck around, not wanting to get caught.
My hand was clasping around yours, connecting our heartstrings together.
We left on my headlights, creating a spotlight on the water.
You dared me to jump in first, knowing I would take the challenge.
After stripping off my shirt, I dipped my foot in the water, relieved at the warm temperature.
I jumped in, creating as large of a splash as possible, flicking drops of water upon your flesh.
You jumped in soon after, a heap of clothes placed closed to the river.
Our emotions seemed to flow along with the water, swirling around our bodies.
I help you in close, your feet not able to touch the bottom.
I felt sparks fly as our skin pressed together, our faces getting closer and closer.
Your left fingers rippled through my hair, your right fingers wiping away a few beads of water on my chest.
The headlights were right behind you, illuminating your outline as you edged in closer.
They became so bright that I was forced to close my eyes, allowing my ears to take over.
I could hear you breathing as I we got even closer, crickets chirping somewhere far away.
Our noses brushed together, our lips eventually doing the same.
There was nothing else in the world left in that moment, our lips still pressed together.
Eventually, we broke the bond, only to go right back to it.
The moon was directly overhead as we swam around, our physical attraction growing with each second.
We gave love a chance there in the water.
Fireflies swarmed around as our hearts continued to throb for each other, growing larger with each beat.
I never wanted to let you go.
I never wanted the night to end.
We were night swimming.

 

[rbrower]

Bitter Water

My eyes are closed, my thoughts racing across the river.
I’m taking deep breathes, relaxing as I take in the frigid night air.
I am trying my hardest to clear my mind, to cleanse it with the water rushing in front of me.
But then I feel my thoughts crash into something across the river, shattering into a million little pieces.
I open my eyes to see you standing there, hundreds of feet away, staring directly across the river at me.
Your figure is almost ghostly, glowing in the moonlight.
I see the faint light of fireflies dancing around you, a few of them making their way across the river to see me.
I’m not sure what to do for a little while, looking up and watching the few visible clouds race across the sky.
They form periodically, then disappear, reminding me of how quickly you vanished from my life.
I realize I can’t ignore you for any longer.
I stretch up my left arm, waving in a huge motion.
You don’t see me though.
You just keep on staring.
I try my hardest to catch your attention, but you refuse to throw it my way.
I’m tempted to swim across to you, to finally reach you after all this time.
I dip my toes in the water, testing it out for my exploration.
It’s cold and bitter though, my body refusing to jump in.
The river divides us, cutting straight through my heart.
I can’t walk on water.
I want to so much.
But I can’t do the impossible to reach you.
I can’t magically make you love me.
I sit down after a while, watching you glow.
You’re wearing a white dress, the one you wore on our last date.
But you aren’t glowing as much anymore.
You are slowly fading away.
The moon begins to hide behind the trees, the clouds rushing quickly through the sky.
And before long, you are a dim light that I can barely make out across the way.
My attention for you grows larger as I rise to my feet, trying to get closer.
My feet edge along the water, trying to find a possible way across.
And then you are gone, completely.
I scream your name, my hands stretched out to feel your touch.
I jump in for the river, not caring about the impact as I come crashing down.
The water rushes around me, making me gasp for breath.
My eyes are closed for a second, floating into nothingness.
And then I realize that I’m sitting by the river once again, completely dry, the moon once again high in the sky.
You aren’t there though.
All that’s left is me and the bitter emotions swarming through the river.

 

[rbrower]

The Yellow Kite

The wind whips around me as I stand at the base of the hill, looking upward.
My dreams radiate out of me, blending in with the rays of sunlight scorching through the sky.
I long to reach them, to become what has coursed through my veins all along.
For so long, I’ve been on a road to nowhere.
My imagination has been limited by brick walls, ones that still surrounds me.
But now I see a yellow kite flying right past me, being carried away in the wind.
There’s something captivating about it, something that makes me crave it.
I try my hardest to grab its string, but my fingers wrap around air.
I follow it a little, approaching my confining walls.
But for once though, I don’t feel constricted by them.
I feel like I have to break free.
I get a running start, chasing after the kite.
Then, the unthinkable happens.
I break straight through the wall, the rubble behind me.
My flesh is not scarred, no wounds formed by the debris.
My imagination soars as I run up the hill, the kite just out of my reach.
It flutters from side to side, making me switch my path frequently.
The hill never seems to end, no peak in sight.
Storms come and rain down hard on me, making me want to give up.
I keep on running though.
I ignore every temptation to give up.
I just think of my dreams, of everything I’ve ever wanted.
I keep my head held high, always looking forward.
The stars outline my journey, showing me where to run next.
I break down along the way, but I refuse to move backwards.
My fingers come close to the kite a few times.
But every time, there is a little bit too much distance between the two.
And then, at last, I grab the string of the kite.
I’m all of a sudden at the peak of the hill.
I’m not longer climbing. I’ve reached the top.
I stumble a few times, almost falling back down.
But I still hold on to the kite, realizing that I’ve finally caught my dream.
The wind continues to rush around me, but I'm now immune to its strong force.
The kite seems to save me from my danger, keeping me in place.
It’s now apparent to me what I’ve wanted to be all of this time.
I won the battle I’ve been fighting for so long.
I look down, seeing my broken walls, the bricks that confined me for so long.
But I’m free now, becoming what I’ve meant to be all along.
I see others, stuck within their own walls, not knowing the rush of becoming free.
And I see myself at stages, trying to reach the kite, continuing on the journey.
It's as if I'm watching a movie, seeing different scenes of my climb all at the same time.
I know it was a long climb.
There were many times when I wanted to cry, to curl up in a ball and give up.
But I kept on climbing, kept on reaching for my dreams.
And then, I caught the kite.

 

[rbrower]

Hey all, I haven't posted anything on here for a while and thought I would share this one. I hope you enjoy it!

The Empty Canvas

In my dream, I am a canvas.
The fibers of my being are woven tightly together, not revealing the broken seams that hold my heart intact.
My eyes are wide open to the world around me, to the owner of my soul.
I’m hanging in the apartment of the woman that I love, a woman that I fought so hard for but lost.
I watch her every movement, no eyelids to interrupt my view of her for even just a moment.
She frequently stands there, looking at me, searching all over my surface.
I long to call out, to scream at her, to tell her that I’m right here, waiting.
I can’t form words though, my face solid white and blank.
She’s staring me right in the eye, but she doesn’t see me.
All she sees is open space, something with no meaning.
I see other people come and go, but none of them show any special attention to me.
I remain anonymous throughout this time, my identity unknown to any wandering eyes.
A few men come around, their lips pressing against the texture of the woman’s face.
It is excruciating to sit there, watching, knowing that I can’t do anything.
It is in these moments that I wish that my surface was no longer blank.
I wish that vivid colors brushed across my flesh, a fresh layer of paint covering every inch.
I wish that there was something there to block my view, something to distract my mind from the discontent of seeing her with the other men.
But then there are other moments, moments of emotional insecurities.
I see her breakdown, holding her head in her hands.
All I do is watch.
I want to break out of the boundaries of my rectangular prison.
I try my hardest to etch right into my own flesh, to make her aware of my existence.
My surface remains intact though, not revealing the silent screams that I try my hardest to make.
I know that I must remain emotionless, I must watch her every action.
I have to watch the woman that I love while I am invisible.
And then, one day, the tears pour down her face quicker than ever before.
She stares me down for a while, running her fingers across my flesh.
She traces the lines of my face, my lips, the scruff on my chin.
She doesn’t see it though.
A spark shines through her eyes as she tears me off the wall.
I’m agonized as she places me on the ground, bringing brushes closer and closer to my face.
My vision of her is slowly distorted, bright colors blinding my eyes.
The intense burning in my eyes becomes stronger until I can no longer see.
I feel myself being moved around, my fate completely in her hands.
I am suspended in mid air, and I try my hardest to see where I am, to see where she is.
But I am now blind.
I can’t see her.
I hear her every once in a while, her heavy breathing sliding across my surface.
She is now invisible to me though, and I know that I am not what she sees.
She sees a figment of her imagination, what she wanted for me to be all along.
I am no longer myself.
I am the perfect picture of what she wanted.
And in that moment, I realize that I was not meant to hang on her wall.
My invisible portrait remains trapped within the frame, but I no longer feel anything at all.