Mirror mirror on the wall
How dare you show me that face
I am disgusted the image displayed
'Tis one I must replace.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Turn away from me
Don't highlight my eyes or the curve of my lips
I don't want to see.

Mirror mirror on the wall
You ambush me every time I come in.
There she is, glaring in glassy grey
The woman with a face of sin.

Mirror mirror on the wall
I'll drape a veil over you
Just like I do myself every day
You can be a mourner too.

Mirror mirror on the floor
Look at your warped shards of me
A fit of anger, a rage of hate
I have won, and I.
  Will.
      Not.
          See.

And things had never been so good!
Well, that's what I was supposed to say.

I had broken months before,
But I was too frightened to let you in.
So as we came together,
Something else joined us there.

I'm afraid that I went first,
and strayed further than we meant to,
But something took a hold of us,
And suddenly we were spiralling

Further and further from our intended path
until we crash-landed:
bodies, exposed,
souls, in tatters,
us, in ruin.

just know that as you drew me
(close)
you took a piece of my soul

and as you held me
(close)
I lost my heart in yours

so now we're at our close,
I will never again be quite
whole

I see what I could be, What I should be and what I must be.
you get lost in your thoughts. but you must think.
What could you be, what should you be and what must you be. you should forget about the past on what has happened and turn to your future self. picture what you are in the future. not what you can be. but what you must be. It is your destiny to find where you belong later on in life.

I Should Have Known

You blazed so bright
Like the midnight moon does in the quiet clear autumn skies
In excruciating despair I looked up to you
You were the only light that could see me through
I found you when all you knew was darkness
I should have known
When one easy fog cloud slid beneath you
You would dance a storm
Realizing you were blinded from me
As if never enough
When the morning eastern sun rose
You would selfishly and yet so proudly
Give up your light on me

Your feel so soft and tender
Silk of finest quality could not compare
In every move you made
You were tamed around me
Like the Morning Glory flower is
To that northern backyard pole  
I held you while you were a pupa
I should have known
When the universe favoured you
You would metamorphose to a pretty butterfly
And when the spring came,
You would fly so easily and yet so proudly
Into the colouring up distance
Where your pretty wings "really belonged"

Your inside so colorful
Like the sight of an exotic summer flower garden
Through every word you breathed
Scents of the most sacred fragrance blazed
I had you in right season
I should have known
When the winter snow came
All would wear out, dry out
And be blown away
Like easy particles of dust

Mongi C. Nkabindze

I Was Thinking About… *******

I was thinking well,
That ****** is just ******:
That and only that.
So what
Is all the fuss about?
It’s over when it’s over.
Then it’s over.
What is wrong with us?
Making all that fuss?
At eighty-three,
Experiential, observationally  
I know.
I knew that many years ago.
And so, I thought I’d share this piece of wisdom: wisdom’s peace.

I don’t imagine any creatures
In the world of nature
Go around with fantasies.
They’re made to do it upside down and right side up
Sideways, frontways; ways that burp and slurp and cup;
After courting, both exhausted,
Nothing forced, small joust completed,
There’s an end.
Splendid seconds or whatever,
He goes his way, never thinking back with fever.
Neutral fact, passing act,
Overrated,
We fixated.
Org-astic yes, fantastic –
But at best, an instant.

I Was Thinking About ****** 12.6.2017 Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Corwin
* ****** |ˈôrˌgazəm|
noun
a ****** of ****** excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and (in men) experienced as an accompaniment to *******.

I am studying.
I am dying from exams.
I should get some sleep.