Iris' poems

[Iris]

Reflections
Reflections

Tick tock
The sound of the clock echoes at night
And the turning of hands awaken my mind
A cold bitter wind circulates within my room
And yet the ceiling fan does not spin.

Tick tock
The only sound I can hear is that of the clock,
There I sit in my bed, waiting
I feel the eyes of others, though I know I am alone
And I stand, following my instinct to these eyes.

Tick tock
Nothing else can be heard, not the night nor rain
Can take my attention, for it solely looks for my watcher
My eyes catch a glimmer of movement ahead
And as I draw near I see the reflection of the mirror.

Tick tock
The mirror’s touch is cool and hostile,
The reflection empty, hollow and indifferent
I know within my mirror my reflection should stand
But in this pale light, nothing but an outsider looks back at me.

Tick tock
The light of street lamp outside steadily seeps in,
My hand once more reaches out and the reflection obeys
Yet its eyes draw mine, I feel its inhuman touch
And as I leave, I know the reflection smiles.

Faces

Within each of us
An inner face sneers in secret
And hides its nature
This face reflects our darkest day
It awakes our hate
Made from thoughts, we long since hidden
Critical and cruel
It is the truth we make each day
To twist the words heard
Satisfyingly,
It wallows in malice and
Laughs in spitefulness

And all we can do
Is to accept this other face,
For it will never
Leave.

[Iris]

"Inspired while in Spain"

As I stare unto the evening sky
I witness a painter's master piece
of once white clouds turn crimson
by a fiery sun, sinking below the horizon
Just out of sight but not forgotten
as its glow was sketched between shades of blue,
caught in contrast by moonlight's transition
And as the crimson faded
so too did the shades of blue
Until the sky was bathed in mankind's glow

And in that moment I was left to wonder;
when our time comes to fade beyond that horizon
will our glow paint a blank canvas,
to mark our journey into the heavens.
Yet even as I thought, the moon's light shone
and washed away my wonder
in a portrait of black and white,
with clouds alight in shades of grey.

[tomaszavenger]

Sweet... planning to repost any of your old ones?

[TheTimeSweeper]

These are really good. =) Yeah, some of your old ones would be awesome.