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Circling the Same Old Cycles

I forgot what room I was in, the mirror standing before me.I'm stuck.... paralyzed; a painting with a subject; amber with an insect. 
Its time to dissect my paranoia; anatomize my phobia. 

Shatter the image, sick at the sight of myself. 
Those empty eyes are mine. 
Hungry hate 
Dissipate the darkness. 
Fill it with fury, anger, rage and agony....
Anything to escape the fear, the anxiety. 
Run away, stumble...  crawl if you have to....

On my knees, 
Begging, wheres the mercy?
What happened to my dreams? 
Parents, teachers, friends... promised me I could be anything...
They all lied.

Stand up, stop acting like an idiot.
Problems won't be solved without your own solution.
Fear is nothing, obviously, because no one cares.
Fear is  only dreams, turned to nightmares. 

Fist full of false fairy tales that led me all astray....
Made me think I'd be beautiful one day.  
They shouldn't tell little girls all those stupid stories.
Better to introduce them to reality; make them fear the words " I love you" instead of waiting for it. 

This world will leave them, 
Rendered thoughtless, 
Empty, breathless,
Forgotten, ignored,
Broken, busted, 
Beaten and betrayed. 
Who's fault is that?
Who's willing to take the blame?
This world is circling the same old cycles.

No longer know fear, only disappointment
The clouds cover up the rest; the sky....
Like blankets at bedtime
I wonder.... .
Where do dreams go when its time to wake up?


 
— Kyarain, Mar 01, 2009

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Morgana Tragic…

17 years 3 months ago

WOW Ky!!!!!! That is

WOW Ky!!!!!! That is astoundingly powerful for any girl with insecurities... I love the incorporation of fairy tales as lies to little girls...it seems so true does it not? That felt like my days in high school, full of darkness and insecurities that never went away. The mirror is the enemy. Only spelling mistake was at the end "withe"...self explainatory. lol Otherwise extremely astounding. Ky, these are the types of poems that touch lives. This could win contests. Perhaps send it off and see what happens...I believe it to be a ten star winner! You could change some lives with that one, honestly...if I had that read in high school maybe I'd see the reflection in the evil mirror differently...
K

Kyarain

17 years 3 months ago

Thanks a LOT

Well I hope I can make a difference with a writing and really improve. Thanks for the time, effort and concern. I appreciate all you and everyone else have invested in me already, I'll try not to let it go to waste! Funny about our latest poems incorporating the other.. I look forward to writing more and reading more of everyones work. ThAnKs AgAiN!!!!!!!!!!!!
yenti

yenti

17 years 3 months ago

Kyarain

A very involved piece that takes many things to pieces pushing the blame everywhere, I wanted to shout stop and look at yourself there, where it is you that decides beginnings,middles and ends. I do hope this is fictionand not things gone through. It is a cruel world out there, and if the start is wrong the journey takes on a hard time. Lovely write and Katie who must know of you said that you are a little insecure and wrote that. You are your own Therapist if that is the case and you will come out the other side, Yours Ian.T PS:- I would love to see this edited and split up a little into its main stories, it would be great.......
K

Kyarain

17 years 3 months ago

Thanks

Thanks for the time and effort you took to read and critique me. I look forward to improving! Its a shame, but this is the truth and I believe it does get a little cloudy when it comes to a beginning, middle and end. I'll try to work on that. Its telling a story.. it shouldn't be split up though. Once again. Thanks a lot! I'll try to edit and improve it
yenti

yenti

17 years 3 months ago

The truth

Now that being so be careful with yourself, and take each part easy, in the knowledge that you have reached the other side. A lot of people hide things in poetry, and help themselves in that form, You have done so well, as from your piece I can feel that the bad was bad, If you need any support in your writing just ask, most of the poets here will walk with you, if you feel alone, We are but a keyboard tap away. In one part of your work you were talking about the mirror and how it reflected an image, please there is one waywe always sugest and that is look in the mirror each day and say "I Love you " to the person looking back at you, at first it is hard to do but you will enjoy it after a while and you will laugh, the other thing we say is whoever you hate or has done bad things to you just send them some love each day , this is harder at first but you wait a while and then see how you feel, Good luck and lots of love from here, Yours Ian.T
C

Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

very good in its intelligent quality,

the begining feels a touch disconnected, but perhaps that is your style. I'm not a big fan of the art of assigning even a little blame to others, since that's not productive in the long term, but I do like how you articulated your frustrations of the growing and maturing process. Reminds me of a girl I knew, Gwen, who was anorexic. One of the most intelligent people I ever met, but her compulsion to be "beautiful" was beyond horrific. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10
K

Kyarain

17 years 3 months ago

Thanks again Mark.

I'll try to stick to your advice, not let your words go to waste. Appreciate all everyone is doing for me. Anyway I can repay the favors, just let me know~ Blame society, blame our selves, blame our naivety ....... not necessarily other people, and you're right it isn't productive its only cowardice and shame. Don't worry, I'm not another Gwen. Beauty on the inside is much more important to me.
faerybeki

faerybeki

17 years 3 months ago

am v touched by this piece,

am v touched by this piece, as a woman led astray by many a fairytale!! some beautifully dark and powerful imagery here, a top read!! Take care b x ps. don't stop believing!! this poem is drenched with your own beauty!! :)
K

Kyarain

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you so much!!!

Glad you can connect with my writing, thats really wonderful! Thank you, the beauty is in the words not myself. Yours~ Ky
K

Kyarain

17 years ago

Don't worry

I've had a bout of troubles recently Faerybeki, but maybe one day all this will be healed, if only a little. I've had my laptop taken away and haven't had the chance to post. I've since then gotten my computer back and am looking forward to reading wonderful work again and posting more. Thanks for the input and concern! Peace, love and dreams Ky~