Annasiel's Portfolio

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Post by Annasiel » Fri Dec 14, 2018 9:06 am

Do I know why I'm crying
Do I even want to know -
To have one more thing to hold above
Look and see -- just look at me
And give your pity, give your hope
Warmth and honest-meant intentions
Sat on sugared tongues - I fear
Or maybe wish, it isn't clear yet
Which of the two are dearer held
Take myself -- a spectacle of bruises
Gaze upon the works of life born bare
I can tell you think me nothing
Is nothing really more than I deserve?
I lust for condolences --
Compassioned eyes in which
A bitter waif reflected - no more meant
To present myself as such, and nothing less.

Is nothing really more than I deserve?
It's what I leave myself
An emptiness I gladly show the world
To fill with kindly-spoken, swindled words.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Re: Annasiel's Portfolio

Post by Annasiel » Fri Dec 14, 2018 9:18 am

This is not a cry for help
I'm drowning on dry land
And though my lungs -
Bereft of water
Burn and quake
- I will not take your hand
I'll hold it fast and pull myself
Deep into the ground
A dim-lit place -
The darkness blinds me
Turn it off
- I wish to not be found and found
And
Something in me
A voice that is my own
It claims to mine -
Imposter's words
Spoke from my thoughts
- And I reap what those thoughts sow
Not mine
Mine forever
All alone - yet
Still together
Save me from my
This is not a

This is not a cry for help

I only want no help to find myself
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Re: Annasiel's Portfolio

Post by Annasiel » Thu Mar 14, 2019 8:37 am

I looked in a mirror
The mirror was me
It bore my own name
And it wore my own face
And from my own lips
It declared itself free
But the words were another's
Its being a disgrace
I call myself mirror
I call my twin same
We stand in reflection
And move without thought
To which is the actor
And which wears the frame
Which is the source
And which strays apart
I am the Master
I am the Slave
Dichotomous motion
And synthesis found
Twixt the patterns, the urges
The flickering rays
That in mirror and mirror
Rebound and compound
Til all that remains
Is a flicker of self
A torus of light
And a will overpowered
We each raise a glass
In a toast to our health
And each will lie wasted
Within the next hour
Myself and my twin
My mirror and me
I stand in my frame
And declare myself free
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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