lisra's broken mirror

nighttime observations through the eyes of a plushie

lisra — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 13:24:19 +0000

under pale fake light he balances a glass
it holds some warmth within to give
itself up with every sip
pushing sneaky sleep

one hand pressed effortless
a book onto the table
pages scream their secrets out
imaginary wars distract

a finger bends the string with ease
raises the note in pitch
to drop it back where it belongs
into the melodic stream

from their shelves they look in silence
leopard, cat and mouse
observing all the things he does
while he’s still awake

within his heart he keeps a girl with love
we see her now and then
and with conviction say indeed, we know this girl is you
and when we’d ask him, is it true
he’d say with you, in love, is me

lisra — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 23:53:50 +0000

“I’ve got nothing to do
but hanging around and get screwed up on you”
-Therapy?

lisra — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 21:25:05 +0000

All these years pushed to the ledge.
I’m proud of this, of who I am,
I plan to go on living

-Rise Against

1000 days

lisra — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 22:49:00 +0000

when daily life is a balance act
attention is focused on the rope
not on what’s beneath or behind
dancer what did you leave behind
more than 1000 days
of keeping your skin
untouched and whole
letting tears not transform
into lines of blood
more than 1000 days
without old lies
more than 1000 days
being yourself on your own
dancer keep on going
use those wings if
you should fall
or tire of the act

lisra — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 22:22:01 +0000

Sadly, slapping yourself for common sense doesn’t work.

lisra — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 17:16:58 +0000

There’s always time to screw up yet.

The Cooper Temple Clause

lisra — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 17:01:32 +0000

want to shut out this world
the inane laughter grating my ears
the empty faces behind that
shut out the dull aches
the weight holding me down
accomplishments and dreams
now bearing claws
my own expectations
what I should want
but what I really want
is to shut out this world
curl up in sleep

Embers

lisra — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 11:13:39 +0000

through the thin veil of wine
I glance at pictures gone
what am I looking for
remembrance sits down sighing
the arms are cold
so many things have happened
I’m not the same anymore
nothing is the same anymore
stars tell me to sleep
remembrance whispers what I now know
I somehow miss you too

scraps

lisra — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 11:13:37 +0000

I wrote these in late 2006 on the back of bustickets while waiting at city hall for something and having a fever. Guess it shows in the lack of coherence and stuff.

went where the black roses grow
gripped a stem and broke it off
felt the smell and the thorn’s harm
couldn’t help but smile
carried the flower away
??sure through the white
valleys never meant to be seen
sunlight nowhere to be felt
awa?? thirst beyond the grasp
no hand left free
died inside a city of glass
burned by the sun’s pale ghost
a kiss by a sleeper
the desire unfulfilled

—–

stand aside
we got spoiled again
between accusations and guilt
hatred and awe
someone created a leader
not to us
to everyone caught
outside their heads
and the inside pain
won’t be tolerated anymore
to fulfil a madman’s view
of a world he calls pure
we will be locked away
because he and they are blind

———

I want to smile
for me, for you
and to do
it all on my own
hell is this silence

little ache

lisra — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 16:07:52 +0000