Mirror mirror on the wall, 
why does his smile look different 
from the one he had before? 

Don't smile only to her, 
smile to me too
Let it reach your eyes
let your teeth show 
how bright you really are 
from inside and out 

Why 
do you show the sky 
a different smile 
from the one you show 
the ground?

The ground yearns for your 
affection,
in a different way from 
the sky that still rains
and drenches you 

Please...

If beyond infinity was where I longed to be, 
would standing on the richest soil help me reach beyond my fingertips? 
Should I hop the clouds and aim for the sun, 
hoping it would glisten a silver lining for me to grasp? 
 
Will the silver line cut my fingers as I grapple with the winds? 
Or would landing on the moon stage my dream to help ease my longing? 

Perhaps my days of hurricane might bring me over the...

As the dust falls down today 
I stare at the stars 
For as I pray 
I shed a tear 

Even as the sun sets 
beyond the dust-filled horizon 
I smile a little 
For I hold true 
that I'd stay 

As the moon floats skyward 
and I close my eyes 
I feel your love 
For as I say goodbye 
I know that the dust that fell
touched the ground that day 

You claim a smile doesn't show happiness
and that your pain was merely hidden.
You told me so,  
A smile could be faked. 

But did you know my smiles
lacked my feelings?
Everyday that I smile;
every stress-free day
I appear to have, 
may not truly seem so.

I brought this up once.
Only to receive 
how could you be stress,
I do not see.  

Your hypocrisy
brings me to bite my tongue,
as the sting of your...

I grasp at air trying to comprehend 
why I cannot know, 
even though...

I claw for knowledge trying to understand 
why I didn't know
although...

I hang on tight, trying to find out
why I haven't 
let go...

Differentiate, differentiate, differentiate. 

Each time I look at the question,
it looks the same. 
The first time I looked at the question, it looked different. 

But what matter did it make, 
if my answer was half a unit away? 

Because at the end that half unit 
made all the difference in 
the dividing, the multiplying 

and the hashtag at the end, 
or the double stroke to mark my answer so, 
seems less needed than it was before 

For if my...

Don't fool yourself, for we are all unfortunately living in a world of farce. 

Back home, all smiles,
both
A question raised.
 
What do you want for dinner?
Pasta?
A turn of a head,
a double take
 
“What happened to your brows?
Why are they so red?” Revelation came
“I got them done.”
“Done?” How do you get them done?
Silence…
What should she say?
 
“I plucked and drew them.”
The second silence…
His response,
Why did you draw on your face?
Did you not have paper?