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I am confused...
Torn into two realms,
Existence, like-
A broken mirror.

I stare-
Broken reflection,
Is life this way
The one intended?

What-ifs and Why-nots
Decisions, not-
All mine, yet
They are....

Is my happiness,
The actual, the truth,
Or is it a-
Mask of irony.

Am I truly bound,
Or will I find,
The sweet egress,
My freedom.

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror - Brian Moody

Oh Grinning Gheist-

Your reflection, how droll.
Such a devious creeper.
Your gaze, your smile,
Those pearly white fangs-

All twenty eight of them,
Sharp as your murdering dagger.
Your grin, murderous grin,
Devious grin, enchanting grin-
Yet, a bloodcurdling visage.

They all fear me,
My smile, it haunts.
I am the Gheist that Grins,
Eternal murderer of souls.
Blood symphony of dread.

This accursed mirror,
Beautiful mirror,
Reflects my very own soul.

Mother, father, am I forgiven?
All I have done is for mankind.

Brother, sister, do you hear me?

Your incest is never forgiven.

But yet, did I sin as well?
But the killings were just,
I am the righteous one.

My vice, envious vice,
destructive vice-
Accursed reflection.

Two sides - two lives.
Dr. Jekyl- Mr. Hide.
The grin and the grimace.

The mirror reflects,
Not only image-
But soul.
And the damned-
Shall always be-
As broken as their reflection.

Akin to the Jabberwock

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How doth the busy Gheist,

Treat his newest little prey?

Innocent little tart,

I’ve come to steal your heart.

HaHa
Just kidding-

Your soul is what’s mine.

Pulling off such a heist,

Stealing the sweet away.

You were too trusting,

“Fear the Gheist of Midnight”

Those warnings were not jests,

Silly, silly vixen.

Flight through the night,

Away with fright,

Grin that grasps

Claws that clasp,

Forever thieving,

But never before leaving,

A little grin for the night.

No Strings Attached

No Strings Attached

Hanging limply,

Like an executed prisoner,

I wait for the first touch.

All around I see others like me,

Wooden marionettes, each with-

Blank faces, none unique.

Slowly I feel a tug,

I rise with compliance.

Yann Tierson's "La Valse d'Amelie"

Floats like a phantasm, cutting the silence.

The others rise in unison,

A rhythmic dance, we rise

And fall together, our legs

And arms flailing to

Maestro’s wishes.

No freedom, no life.

Day by day, the onlookers,
Staring wistfully, invasive.

The dance continues,

Applause, rolling, droll-
Droning. There is no happiness,
No comedy, not even tragedy.
Just the performance, We spin-
Our unison dance, the encore.

-Crack!-

One of my dopplegangers,
His arm snapped. Splinter
Shower, raining upon the stage.
His fate, the hearth,
When is my turn to be free of this.
I envy his release.

Then once again,

I hang in the still night,

Swinging gently,

Emotionless, no expression,

Until the next show.

Yuki

Yuki (Snow)

The snow falls gently

Blanketing all around-

The only embrace I feel.

The warm persimmon glow-

Teases me,

As I stand outside your window.

I hoped to spend this night-

In the comforting embrace-

Of your warmth, your tender-

Cheek against mine.

The hope in my heart,

Falls with the gentle snow,

I wait like graffiti on white canvas,

A blue-jeaned stain,

I wait for you.

My breath calls your name

Like once before...

We held cold hands-

Warmth in the quiet

Footprints through the snow.

Slowly we walked together,

As if embracing in the snowdrift.

I can still hear the soft crunch,

Snow crushed underfoot,

Making soft cries.

Looking through that frosted glass,

A small picture rests,

Above the fireplace,

A large cross, noosed above,

Hanging, unlike the other.

I leave.

My lone footprints in the snow,

Trailing to that lonely road,

Where the other cross;

White, camouflaged in winter,

Rests peacefully crooked,

Like how you wore your smile.

There are no tears this time,

There is no mangled car,

There is no blood,

Marring the peaceful snow.

There is only that wooden cross.

If I look around,

I once again see our footsteps,

Side-by-side, smiling

At the indentions we made,

They look like butterflies.

I close my eyes.

I once again feel your hand,

And we turn around together.

Let's walk home more slowly-

This time, leaving

Footprints in the snow.