Into the Mirrored Void

Author: Nova

Date:

Hello all! I had previously written this poetry out somewhere else but I wanted to put it here on my website ^-^.These poems marked the beginning of my passion for writing. It was where I discovered the power of writing to both show beauty and expression. One of my big goals through alot of these poems was to play with rhythm and to see how sparse I could make a poem while still keeping it interesting. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy.

It features graphic discussions of mental illness and has some disturbing imagery so please be warned.


Haunted Mirror

    Silver square turns into
    deadly door—Screaming void turns
    into gilded  entryway of hell—
    Fearful  glances spot the straggly
    hair—
    She is coming—Coldness here—Candles
    dead—
   

Spirits

     Spirits surround
     us—Laughing as we stay
     inside our gates of flesh—
     (20220301)

     

Sink Drips

I.

     Sink dripping—
     Fidget, pace—
     —Tap tap—

     Fridge make noise—
     Startled jump—
     —Tap tap—

     Dark thoughts flaring—
     Gloom surrounds—
     Breathing quickens—
     —Tap tap—

   

II.

     Be aware—
     —Tap tap—

     Breathe in nose—
     Relax jaw—
     —Tap tap—

     Breathe air out mouth—
     Shoulders drop—
     Tension leaving—
     —Tap tap—
     

III.

  Silent night—
  Mind holds hell—
  —Tap tap—

  Write out words—
  Call to friends—
  —Tap tap—

  Hell is lonely—
  Nails in head—
  Heaven's real—
  —Tap tap—

  Hell in head—
  (20220111)
  

PTSD

Corpses haunt my eyes!—
Blink!—Clean their resting place!—
Their resting place rots—
(20220122)

Saccharine Smile

I.

  Stilted walk—Awkward
  wave—Saccharine smile
  given as you slink my way and
  speak to me your artificial
  talk—
  Hollow eyes—Gilded
  lips—Avaricious roaming
  gaze—Assessing to
  see what you can
  steal-Grab-Take—
  

II.

  Empty eyes—Greedy
  hands—Words are used as tactics to
  encroach upon the fortresses you
  take-take-take—Souless eyes—Closing
  space—Selfish words—Showing your
  desire for a stringed up Toy-
  Toy-Toy—

Reclamation

I

  Voids of unremitting screaming
  lacerate my flesh—As I
  sit—Idly drinking
  morning tea—Swiring 'round my
  skull—Acrid memories
  deracinate me from my
  soul—As I sit and
  contemplate the intricate sublimity of
  herbal  tea—
  

II

  As I brush my teeth—Cruel,
  scabrous hands tear away
  my skin—Writing ruby ledgers of my
  rended body's
  balance—
  Staring at my twin through
  blemished seeing glass—Oberving how xyr
  fantoccini
  body is unfettered—I realize I've cultivated
  strings—

Who will come and puppeteer the Soul-Body-Self?—

      Rooted in my quiet prison—Serving those who
      come to come and go—Gazing
      blankly back—Being groped and
      hit by apathetic, scabrous hands—Slowly
      crumbling string by string—As they make
      hate upon my
      Body-mind-heart-soul-self—
    

Who will come and puppeteer the Mind-heart-home-house?—

      With closed eyes they
      abrogate their guilt—Making
      Hate with every scornful,
      apathetic thrust—My
      mind-soul-self is fading—My
      body abdicating rule
    

Who will come and puppeteer the Heart-Soul-Tool?—

Invisible Marks

      Kissing invisible
      scars—Hoping to
      mend without seeing—See without
      feeling—
      hoping to
      heal xyr being—Every
      touch is a
      shot in the
      dark—Aiming to
      help heal
      marks—Hoping—
      (20220119)
    

Moon

    Moon cuts—
    Wall bleeds white light—
    Moon smirks—
    (20220123)
    

Hyperlistic Brainification

      Rotting skin—Yellow
      smile—Dead-eyed
      stare revealed as I'm
      rooted to the
      spot to do the work-work-
      work—

      Rotting soul—Nothing
      will—Empty void revealed
      because I-cannot-stop-I-
      cannot-stop-I-cannot-
      Stop—

      Rotting mind—Wretched
      pill—Cursed little thing, it
      extirpates me from my
      dreams and takes possession of my-
      mind-mind-
      mind—
      (20220118)
    

Slides

      Blank stares—Lecture slides—
      Bodies falling like red leaves—
      Crunch!—They have crumbled—
      (20220122)
    

Work

      Bodies collapsing—
      Blood drips onto the first snow—
      Work as usual—
      (20220225)

Troubled Sights

	Eyes wither—
	Body rots—Students'
	heads are vessels storing
	suicidal thoughts—

	Worn down—Stretched
	thin—Running out of
	time to save themselves to
	save their friends—

	Sickened soul—Sanguine
	sink—At 3 a.m. they
	cleanse each other's
	knives that write with
	ruby ink—

	Throat closes —Eyes
	water —Cramming
	for a test while corpses
	mold inside their mind—Warping
	thoughts distort and stain the structure of their brain—

      

Moon in Scorpio

	Screaming fills my
	mind—Diamonds rain 
	from the Moon—Tears
	Descend, seasoning  misery—
	(20220301)

	

White Floors

      Antisceptic air—
      Lungs tighten—Breathing weakens
      everything is fine—
      (20210120)
    

Detected

      Reference range: Not detected—Result:
      Detected—You are
      infected—Death is
      well connected—It is expected to
      leave you subjected to
      unsuspected infections—You are
      protected but nonetheless
      selected — This is the unexpected you
      collected—You are
      Vulnerable—
      Isolated—
      (20220118)

      

Scream

      Lungs scream—Cough
      hardens—Back flinching—
      Curling in a ball to
      strangle out a wretched little
      breath—

      Wheezing-breathing—Scared to
      see the bright white coat that's
      washed in blood—Terrified of
      deadly kindness—
      Apathetic doctors
      disregarding patients'
      pleas—Focusing on numbers and
      accumulating fees—
      Accumulating tabs from the
      deceased and the diseased—
      (20220116)
    

Room

      Wait in waiting
      room—Alone to
      contemplate the
      Ding of the
      Machine—

      (20220129)
      
      

Silence

      Alone—Clawed
      ghouls close in—Opening
      arms—We embrace —Trading
      gifts—Drinking mango
      nectar—
      (20220126)

    

Rocking Chair

      Sparkling eyes

                                 eaten by apathy—Life
      
                                                                             sucked
      
      out of an emptying

                                                    shell—

      (20220125)
    

Illusions


      Imaginary knives slit—Parting
      my skin—Seeing empty voids where
      blood should drip—I
      Run
                                                                      Run

      Run

      Fail/Fall-i
                                       n

                                                        g

      (20220203)
    

Eyes

      Mirrored eyes—Reflecting
      dreams contained within the soul—
      Mirrors sending back without
      returning—Taking in without
      receiving—

      (20220203)

      

Thank you for reading

I hope you enjoyed these poems. If you had any thoughts you'd like to share with me, feel free to via my info in the Contact page below. I hope all of you have a lovely day!