Writing insane riddles (continuous adding)[PG]

[dark king]

I will once again write down the thoughts and experiences that keep forming in my head all the time.
I am one weird dude that`s for sure.
Please feel free to comment it or ask questions about it since this might be difficult to understand as it is difficult for myself aswell but in the end i am sure you can manage.
I hope you like it.

[COLOR=Navy][B]Mirror[/B][/COLOR]

one stands in front of a mirror
not being able to tell on wich side one stands
an endless void consuming one`s eyes
a reflection beyond meassure

across oneself sees oneself
unable to seperate oneself
as two divide into one mind
unable to realize reason

one lost to sense one lost to thought
one lost to another
not being able to tell time
not being able to tell reality

one stepping through
one dissapearing
one stays one
one wonders

one seeing a wall
written in reflected thoughts
one reflects one`s soul
seeing written laws

one being halted
unable to tell motion
not knowing standing still
but feeling real

one warming up
tension evaporates
as one understand
of many reflections

one percieves that all are one
as one wakes up from this dream
one feeling more free then before
as one senses one has yet to understand more

Ok that was the intro of many that has yet to come.
Here is the full story with another poem and later adds to the story wich make my insane riddles.
It`s quite a lot so i hope you like reading it and once again please comment or ask whatever you have to ask and i will be glad to reply on it.

[COLOR=Navy][B]Insane Riddles[/B][/COLOR]

Across the mirror where one stands reflected
opposite of one`s self one thinks the same
not able to tell wich side is the reflection

Shutting one`s eyes seeing motion.
Not able to tell if one`s body moves or one`s eyes stand still.

Floating in one`s mind experiencing fantasy.
Not able to tell if fantasy is one`s real world or just the opposite.

Writing on my walls as i deal with these daily problems.

One day i saw myself in the mirror and as i looked i turned away from the other side of the mirror and walked of into my reflected room.
I could not read what was on the walls that was there before, so i took a little pocket mirror and looked in it to read what was on the wall.
So i read: Two sides that still remain, even after years of strain, as bad luck covered by my vanity, in me dwells insanity.

I looked with a semi-suprised face as i started to understand the riddle.
So i said to the riddle: Reflection of the mind, as my two sides state my charismatic and treacherous face, mirroring eyes wich when looked upon shine with such intensity, it will deform your reality, only to return to it and not being able to tell where you are anymore, lost between a one shot decision, of wich way it`s safe to stay and you dare not make it and inside the mirror dwells insanity that is you.

I return to the mirror and my room, when i look on my walls there is one blank space knowing i am one step closer to sanity ... i ...think ... SHRINK!!!
I hate that word, makes me remember those people that could not even solve one simple riddle.
I`m not really insane, but just challenged by these riddles that keep haunting me untill i solve them...i hope...hahaha ofcourse it is to learn.
Things that they don`t teach you at school.

So it`s been 2 days after that riddle and i have one blank space on my wall.
To be honest i don`t remember writing it all down.
Like i was there forever, that would be sad.
Even though sadness continues to struggle with my other emotions, wich are constantly fighting for time to occur, some still clinging to eachother making it a very unpredictable mix of either this or that, with those and these, wich quite frankly can be very devastating to my way of thinking.
So i return to one of the four written walls and close my eyes as i know my instinct will show me the way to a start and the consecutive will to solve it, remind myself to re-open my eyes to read: I come in many integreties, as i can break or i can budge, i will stand fierce so in time you can break through and the differences that lie between twilight and dusk, between night and sleep, as the moon affects with color and mood, it changes one gradually instead of once.
Choose the correct hallway or you have lost yourself completely.

I was suprised because this sounded more like an answer but it felt wrong.
I tried to come up with a solution but it was not directed at me to recieve an idea, i read it again and suddenly i see it but i will keep it a secret for now.

When did i make all this, did i even do it, there is no memmory of it in my troubled head.
I walk out of the door and sat down on a rock in front of my house.
It`s been a while since i sat here, the last time i was sad and angry, so the rock got damaged by my nails, those marks turned black by now as i threw my rage at it, wich was quite huge and thus alas too much for the stone to handle.
I basicly killed it so to speak, i guess it`s angry at me so i drew a happy face on it, wich made me laugh real loud.
I was relieved and i noticed another blank space on the wall, but i was not around to solve it, but there was no other around who might could have done it.
I heard a faint noise, it came out of my head so it seemed, like there was music on but there was nothing, and it was no music either.
I put on some cd of music wich made me feel strange, yet very comfortable and happy.

As one sees none, in a tone all is one, one will do some, not to be un-done, as a line is spun, by 3 others will be meaningless and no fun, like one that feels the sun, enjoying to it`s essence cause essence too sees none.

I seem to have written this while i knew the answers, yet of the many riddles that exist on these walls, the answers are obscure to me.
I can see the light from the sun that shines through the boarded windows and i try to look outside.
I see nothing but bright white and the sun`s core burning my incompetence, that is clearly written in my eyes.
I look away seeing nothing, for the brightness keeps me from seeing.
I stumble around and i trip over a pillow that lies on the floor.
Here i lie unable to see, but then i hear that faint noise again, it`s intensity finally echoing loudly in my ears.
It hurts but then i start to endure the pain and in the blazing sound i hear my own voice speaking earlier, when i had been writing on the walls.
I quite quickly addapt and the sound becomes more clear as i close my eyes.

Even if you cannot see, even when you cannot touch, even when you choose not to believe, you can still feel, you can still undo your choice, you can still experience, when you speak of essence you cannot hope to measure it by eyes that cannot see all, or measure with a mind that cannot percieve the truth, or measure with a choice that is not pure.
of all three examples, of all three weaknesses, of all three strengths, there is only one thruth so enjoy the essence of truth, if you are not aware of it then you must choose...

I open my eyes and i sit with an empty head, when i start to enjoy the warmth of the sun, it seems i have already chosen for truth.

Do you remember the riddle before this one?
If you can, then what was your answer to it?
Even if the answers are the same, the truth of it should not fit your own riddle, as we are different minds.
Still i will tell you the answer:

As one is driven by thoughts, so is one driven by emotions, one that is driven by emotions not in order, is driven by one`s will wich if the endurance of it is strong enough, that it might budge or bend, as long as it is not broken, one will never be completely lost.

How many days have come to pass since i first came here i wonder.
I choose not to know, it does not matter, i step loose from the concept of time wich we daily follow, not to be late and to categorize your daily activities and space between darkness and light.
What does it matter, because i enjoy my seperation of time as i float between many a paradox, that will keep me from ever knowing the real meaning of time as it is meant to be unknown for us.

As time flows, we are caught in a one way stream, unable to get back to our starting point, because the current is so overwhelmingly strong and our two hands unable to withstand the weakness of the mind, wich is formed by others around oneself, a mass manipulation where we are all unable to return to the universal flow itself, wich would make us ageless. No stress, wich our concept of time does give.
Written in invisible rules of wich the essence flows around and through us, wich connect us to eachother and the universe, yet we are unable to enjoy that essence, but when we finally can we will be immortal, then we are free from the decay of time.

I feel exausted and can barely keep my eyes open, my mind turns on an activity i never experienced before and gently humming thoughts comfort me, as i close my eyes and enjoy the essence of well deserved rest, not knowing when i will wake up, only knowing that i will wake up. The truth fills me, as i understand this and i drift away along the colors and sounds, that soothe me in a way i never experienced before.
And i slowly shift into a dream, but different, in a gentle light it smoothly shifts me into a wakefull dream, instead of the darkness taking me to fight to survive and to save my soul from the most fearsome thoughts that drains my will.
I enjoy a dream of peace, as i start to understand more and more about the truth of myself and that around me..