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Mirror in the dark
Tell me what you see.
Do you see the broken?
Do you see the weak?
A thousand shards
Built up, fall down.
Do you see the dark
Or do you see the light?
Or do you see the secrets I try to hide?
Mirror in the dark…
Mirror in the dark…
Tell me what you see, oh mirror in the dark.
Mirror in the dark
Tell me what you see.
Do you see the broken?
Do you see the weak?
Can you see my flaws
Or do I hide them well?
Or have all of my deeds
Condemned me to hell?
Mirror in the dark
Tell me what you see.
Do you see my wings,
Crimson red and beat.
Can you see my silence
Or my silent scream?
Do you see a broken me…
Tell me what you see.
Do you see the broken?
Do you see the weak?
A thousand shards
Built up, fall down.
Do you see the dark
Or do you see the light?
Or do you see the secrets I try to hide?
Mirror in the dark…
Mirror in the dark…
Tell me what you see, oh mirror in the dark.
Mirror in the dark
Tell me what you see.
Do you see the broken?
Do you see the weak?
Can you see my flaws
Or do I hide them well?
Or have all of my deeds
Condemned me to hell?
Mirror in the dark
Tell me what you see.
Do you see my wings,
Crimson red and beat.
Can you see my silence
Or my silent scream?
Do you see a broken me…
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Literature
what we're not supposed to talk about
I could make a story out of
this. The blackout epiphanies
blinding me like a total eclipse
of any sense of rationality I ever
stole out from my parents' blind spots
when they turned the other way. The
boy I fell half in love with and
my therapist's unassuming questions
about why he was different, the way I
was never beautiful to him but he
still looked me in my bokeh eyes,
betraying and quiet, so that was enough.
My vain addiction to anything
permanently damaging and
more or less glamorous. The dreams
I can’t swallow no matter what shade
of delusion they come in, about
the imminent death of stars named
after deader lovers, and place
Literature
Let Your Daughter Be a Pirate
Let your daughter be a pirate
if she asks for a wooden sword
help her build her ship from empty boxes
and sail the vast backyard
because a box doesn’t only
have to store dead dreams
and she is so much more
than just a vessel.
Let your daughter be Robin Hood,
if she wants to be an anarchist,
a hero, a rebel, a rogue,
give her bows, and arrows,
and arrogance,
let her fight for the plight of poorer folk
because Robin isn’t just a boy’s name.
Let your daughter be a princess
locked in a tower so high
let her be her own prince,
don’t tell her to wait for a hundred years,
let her swing from her own hair
and grasp her own fre
Literature
The Dreams We Keep
What deep-set dreams we keep, lest others pry -
As if to say that silence guards them best,
And keeps them most alive - there in my breast,
In silence born, and therein left to lie;
But not unknown, not they - for I had slept
As men and gods alike did haply dream,
And dreaming, knew of all my deepest dreams
Ere I. Thus, any hopes I hereby dress -
Desires bespoke, if not, in truth, confessed -
Shall mark me as a puppet born and bought
To shoulder wishes men themselves forgot,
Not knowing which are more and which are less
My own. A bastion, then, of debts and dues -
As others dreamt, I dream - and dreaming, lose.
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Pure brilliance, and so relatable. Heartbreaking, yet inspiring. Very well written, and very thought-provoking. A definite 
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