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Mirror On the Wall

by

Terra Patterson

Sitting here in this lonely place
Nothing but a lonely face.
Which I see as I stare
At the mirror on the wall.
There is nothing to keep me here,
Yet I long to stay;
And stare at my face.
And I see a sadness in its place.
It is neither of pain or weakness,
But of the nothingless
That I feel inside.
So I sit here
And listen to my bones rot.
Then slowly my heart stops.
And before I close my eyes
I look at the face in the mirror,
And I see it smiling.


Darkness Sonnet

by

Terra Patterson

She enters a room
Filled with fire.
A room of doom,
A mistress for hire.
A single mirror on a wall,
The applicant gazes at her eyes,
But that's not all
She sees tears she has yet to cry.
In her face she sees evil
A horror unspeakable
Made for her by the devil.
A promise unbreakable.
Then with a flick of a light,
She banishes all evil from sight.


Little Room

by

Terra Patterson

There are two doors in the room
But there's no way out.
There are two windows in the room
But they only let the sun out.
Trapped inside a little room
With nobody but yourself
Can't escape this little room
Because you can't free yourself.
The sun refuses to come in
The moon refuses to leave
The birds' songs aren't allowed in
The vultures' cries never leave.
Little room, little room, with two doors.
Little room, little room with two windows.
If only you could find the key.
If only you could turn the latch.
But here you are in this little room
With nobody but yourself
You will never escape this little room
Until you free yourself.


Does It Ever Stop?

by

Terra Patterson

Sitting here
Bored again
Wishing I was anywhere
Wishing I had another pen.
The clock must have stopped
When this man began to talk
My brain is going to pop
I wish I could take a walk.
This day
What a way to be
Oh, wonderful day
Let the weekend rescue me
From too much reading
From annoying teachers
From the food I have been eating
Give me a stadium with bleachers.
Away from the madness
And the lost classrooms
Give me nothing but gladness
And a big bass drum boom.
Let Tuesday never be
Make the weekend last for all time
Just so I could see
What a life is like that isn't mine.


Driving In Bleu

by

Terra Patterson

Have you ever made love under a waterfall?
Laid on your back and looked at the stars?
Somehow made sense of it all
I have, in my mind, in my car.
Cruising along the highway
Nothing but lines and signs
Driving just to get away
Racing against my own best time
Wind blowing across my face
'Cause the air-conitioner is gone
Find me a car to drag race
I will drive into the dawn
Inside my metal machine
I am free
Nothing means everything
The way it ought to be.