mirror mirrorshow me moremy hair is dullmy nose askewyet i am the mostbeautiful i knewmy soul is goldenmy mind in linemirror mirrorshow me mineno reflectionunveils it allcharacter caughtin more than linescarving my facemirror mirrorshow my grace

dressed as a demonvoice of a fallen angelhorns pointy and sharpdeviously glaring eyesready to riotall set for hellthen my back itchesand my wings regrowwhile the sun evaporatesall that is left ofmy bad intentionsand i reluctantlychoose good insteadjust likealways

you see me plant my poppiesand as you watch them riseyou decide to sow the samebut yours must be twice the size never were you asked to followyet you persist to overcomeshowing off how much betteryour motivation is than some i never understood just howmuch jealousy was at stakebut intoxication by inspirationwill leave your flower … More Poem | intoxication by inspiration

bigger miracleshave happenedwith less effort smaller miracleshave appearedout of nothing endless possibilitiesawaiting patientlyto improve life

successwhat if i amunmade for itunfitto win failurewhat if it fillsboth my pocketsequippedto lose framgångaldrig min vänjag har inteförståttdig än but if i can write that in Swedish(with a little help from a friend)success must be more than a wishfor all those who refuse to relent

you ask of meto do the impossibleand implore meto send love to the oneswho keep hatred sosacred in their hearts to give to thosewho take too muchall but the highestexpression of kindnessof which i feel theyonly deserve less where i would punishyou choose peacewhat i view as defeatyou count as victorywhat i rejectyou embrace yet … More Poem | we are love

hellocould youstop harassing me beforei replacemy kindness for whitehotrage ido notapprove of violence butfor youan exception is withinthepossibilities myrage istamed by time whereasyour ignorancelives on forever whitehotrage versustruekarma

yearninglongingto get all my petalsin perfect order shapingworkingnever once contentwith what i am growlingcursinghasting towards alli want to be cryingdefeatonly to let in trueperfection by merely being me

“how do you do it?make up stories in your head?”my best stories awakenwhile sleeping in my bed “what is the originof these tales you reap?”would you believe methey all happen in my sleep fairy tales and dragonsmy magic gathers at its bestbut nothing good will happenif i don’t get enough rest

(No fairy tale today, as I am recovering from the flu 🤧) don’t wish the day awayfor it comes but oncedon’t wish the day was overfor their supply is limiteddon’t with the day be gonefor one day it will be gone for good cherish your time givenfor each second countsone day you might look back … More Poem | don’t wish the day away