this is a pretty long piece, i just now wrote it, i hope you guys read it all, it's kind of unclear as most of my poems are, just my thoughts on paper in some sort of a story lol. Anyways, people drop your links to your pieces and i'll get at them for sure.
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(on the doorstep to your past)
.
.
.
While you uknowingly knock
You knock knowing, as it turns slowly, the knob
The peephole fills with the eye of who you were
Truthfully confused at first,
you engulf the sight of your youth reversed
And then the creaking from the crack in the door
Instinctual responses, your actions ignored
The sound of the board as the figure ignites your sight
Your hands to your brow as you encounter the blinding light
A shadowy image, a mirror of memories meshed forever
The moment of mirage as everything connects together
And there you are.
Scared, your heart..pounds,
The sounds of your chest extracting
Seeing the end, no need to pretend with the relentless acting
You see the probabilities as what they are,
Statistics, insignificant when you trust your heart.
When your pupils progrees upwards and pause at the picture
You see fear at the door,
And tears hit the floor as your jaw starts to quiver
A realiziation, and this is when your doubts begin,
As the door opens, you notice it goes out, not in.
Your insight accepts it as an invite, and you take a step
He doesn't retreat, instead he ALSO takes a step.
Raising your right hand as a greeting, you see him raise his left
Eyes wide as you both take a breath,
Befuddled, confused, you see the image is you,
A mirror response!.. wondering if this could be true.
As it happens again,
The opposite movements of the hand you extend.
In need of a chance,
You see in the past, yourself is what you witness,
Except the happiness he expresses.. is something different
HIS smile is true, no false expression just open vision,
You keep walking forward, however there is no collision.
And then it occurs, you see your life from your youth again,
You look into the future that was your past and the confusion ends
The lifeline of YOUR timeline and its lovely range,
The kid in the glass,
Until you see yourself from your once innocent past,
You'll never realize how much you change.
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(on the doorstep to your past)
.
.
.
While you uknowingly knock
You knock knowing, as it turns slowly, the knob
The peephole fills with the eye of who you were
Truthfully confused at first,
you engulf the sight of your youth reversed
And then the creaking from the crack in the door
Instinctual responses, your actions ignored
The sound of the board as the figure ignites your sight
Your hands to your brow as you encounter the blinding light
A shadowy image, a mirror of memories meshed forever
The moment of mirage as everything connects together
And there you are.
Scared, your heart..pounds,
The sounds of your chest extracting
Seeing the end, no need to pretend with the relentless acting
You see the probabilities as what they are,
Statistics, insignificant when you trust your heart.
When your pupils progrees upwards and pause at the picture
You see fear at the door,
And tears hit the floor as your jaw starts to quiver
A realiziation, and this is when your doubts begin,
As the door opens, you notice it goes out, not in.
Your insight accepts it as an invite, and you take a step
He doesn't retreat, instead he ALSO takes a step.
Raising your right hand as a greeting, you see him raise his left
Eyes wide as you both take a breath,
Befuddled, confused, you see the image is you,
A mirror response!.. wondering if this could be true.
As it happens again,
The opposite movements of the hand you extend.
In need of a chance,
You see in the past, yourself is what you witness,
Except the happiness he expresses.. is something different
HIS smile is true, no false expression just open vision,
You keep walking forward, however there is no collision.
And then it occurs, you see your life from your youth again,
You look into the future that was your past and the confusion ends
The lifeline of YOUR timeline and its lovely range,
The kid in the glass,
Until you see yourself from your once innocent past,
You'll never realize how much you change.
very nice poem, indepth, great concept. I usually dont read long poems coz I'm lazy, so take it as a compliment that I read this lol 
Keep it up.