Weeds of Indifference
I talk to myself in the still mirror
tracing a trail of tiny air pebbles,
I stop breathing in synchrony
to your heartbeat, encased
in a folded cage, trapping me
in a place I try valiantly to escape.
You can’t hear me in my mirror
my words are scattered, invisible
a translucent force, backhanding me,
in an eye blink, I turn to face nothing,
obliterated swirling thoughts, unknown.
Why can’t anyone else hear me?
I am mirrored in the weeds of indifference
surely you know what I am saying, but
my open estuary confesses only to me.
I beg of you to feed my raging fire
by listening to the image in my mirror.
Must I be the only one to validate
my worth, hidden in intensity?
Tumingin ako sa salamin
Doon ko nakita
Pigura ng babaeng hindi ko na kilala.
Ang kanyang mga ngiti nananatili lang hanggang sa labi.
Mga mata nya na noon ay makikislap,
Luha na lamang ang ngayon ay mahahagilap.
Salamin salamin sa iyo ay walang mailihim.
Ang iyong ipinakikitang repleksyon
Bunga ng buhay at kanyang leksyon.
Iyong tanggalin mga inya sa aking mukhang hindi naka tutuwa.
Ipaalala sa akin sino ako noon nang akin siyang maangkin.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Nothingness surrounds my being
emptiness evolves around my sphere
More than one hundred years of solitude
breaking my spiritless soul
Crushing my need of love
with and under perfection
Illusion of particles that mean none
Creation in the making,
Molecules of suspension
holding me in place
my black hole,
The wretched place of everything
Pulsating through my purple veins,
stroking the red of my heart
and growing into a black oblivion
that creeps in and crawls into my mind
and spills out through my deep blue eyes
I am... am I not ?
Am I ?
Who am I, do you know ?
What does the mirror really show?
On The Wall
I see my mother's eyes staring back at me, filled with curiosity and passion.
I see my father's sharp nose pointing at the sky; knowledgeable and confident.
I see my grandmother's smile. Beautiful words always escape her tongue.
I see my grandfather's unruly hair. So big. So overpowering. It almost has a personality of its own.
I see my ancestors on the color of my skin. Similar to the Saharan Desert.
I see a girl at a loss of how her anatomy, her body, her being is greater than just a reflection on the mirror.
You're not just any girl dear.
You are the generations before you.
You represent nations, cultures, traditions.
Wear yourself proudly.
Look at yourself proudly.
You're the not the only person that mirror is reflecting.
Just Like Me
What do you say?
shall me and a friend
go out and play?
you say no
I see you shake your head
all the Mirrors
they are a being
I see her
back at me
shows the same
the Mirror is my friend
she dresses just like Me
and She will tell me
If I am Worthy
If I am Ready
because she dresses Just Like Me.
I see you there
shaking your head.
BAD MIRROR! BAD!
you can't Stand Up To Me like that!
you are supposed to dress like Me!
Mirror, you are not Independent!
that... You do NOT look like Me today, Mirror.
I am far prettier than that.
It's been a while, but I've learned to Ignore the Mirror.
She must miss me terribly, because she is getting older quickly, quicker than Me.
you are not looking your Best today, Mirror.
Do not Worry.
you could just work a little harder...
to Look Like Me.
Don't cry, Mirror. I see those tears.
You are awfully pretty when you want to be.
Pretty Little Mirror
Just Like Me