Poetry competition CLOSED 12th October 2014 2:09am
WINNER
Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
Mirror, Mirror
We are all beautiful creatures in this dark and dangerous place we call life. Are beauty grows with each mistake that we make. For the beauty lies between are flaws and imperfection. It goes to show through out all lifes hard trials, we arise from the ashes wrapped in the warmth of are future dreams and idea's. We are beautiful for the simple fact that we know we are human and can not be perfect.
the mirror is a magic place
where you can see
much more than face
your pride, your honor
your own disgrace
your true demeanor
with your smile replace
check your hair
check your teeth
the mirror sees whats beneath
a look at a mirror
is a look at you
you look at it
it looks right through
the mirror doesnt see
just part of us
it sees straight into
the heart of us
we smile at it
it smiles at us
we pretend our reflection
dosent bother us
we hold our own
against our selves
and hope what we see
doesn't martyr us.....
where you can see
much more than face
your pride, your honor
your own disgrace
your true demeanor
with your smile replace
check your hair
check your teeth
the mirror sees whats beneath
a look at a mirror
is a look at you
you look at it
it looks right through
the mirror doesnt see
just part of us
it sees straight into
the heart of us
we smile at it
it smiles at us
we pretend our reflection
dosent bother us
we hold our own
against our selves
and hope what we see
doesn't martyr us.....
I See The Raven
I see the Raven
I see the rain
I see a time twisting hurricane
twisting my brain
I see the Ruin
I see the ravages
I see time wrapped up in bandages
beaten by savages
I see Tomorrow today
I see the future decay
I see three versions of me
I see in three ways
I see the Raven
I see her white
I see She's been busy,
preparing me for the Light
I see the Raven
I see the rain
I see a time twisting hurricane
twisting my brain
I see the Ruin
I see the ravages
I see time wrapped up in bandages
beaten by savages
I see Tomorrow today
I see the future decay
I see three versions of me
I see in three ways
I see the Raven
I see her white
I see She's been busy,
preparing me for the Light
Mirror, Mirror
here she is
waiting to dog me out; my mirror
such a bitch; propped
right there alongside a bitter light
she’s always right
to say the least
I call her the honest beast
again,
her reflection
she’s throwing it at me
::she is
clearly; my
smooth glimpse of clarity
my vanity is what she wants
my whole being
including those rabid bits of pain
what I can and can’t claim, yet
all there for us to see
::is she
has she become
what I do and don’t see
that myriad of micro mirrors mirroring me
providing the allure, the proof
placing me in and out of my sanity
while my reality
remains the same and
what I see is...what it is
::parody
another likeness;
in turn the same light catches us
all from amongst a variety that
my mirror will always choose to forgive
those dogged out reflections
smirking through glass
trying to live
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photo: eric durdin
Who?
I no longer know who I am
lost in this world
I may be an accident.
Don't tell me what comes next,
the surprise is not enough.
if I could do everything again,
I would take for me almost all the same,
every choice I made
just made me who I am
If I pretend to do all I can
lost in the pathetic world,
created and shape of stolen souls
I choose to be living
And once again your call
seems to be killing everything in me
the darkest look doomed by my will
even in my jaded times, I'd got some hope.
If I pretend to do all I can
lost in the pathetic world,
you created and gave shape for stolen souls
and I choosed to be living in.
if I could do it everything again,
I would take for me almost all the same,
every choice I made
just made me who I am
I no longer know who I am
lost in this world
I may be an accident.
Don't tell me what comes next,
the surprise is not enough.
if I could do everything again,
I would take for me almost all the same,
every choice I made
just made me who I am
If I pretend to do all I can
lost in the pathetic world,
created and shape of stolen souls
I choose to be living
And once again your call
seems to be killing everything in me
the darkest look doomed by my will
even in my jaded times, I'd got some hope.
If I pretend to do all I can
lost in the pathetic world,
you created and gave shape for stolen souls
and I choosed to be living in.
if I could do it everything again,
I would take for me almost all the same,
every choice I made
just made me who I am
A Better Me
Through the mud,
Is a rosy world.
Through the window,
A reality.
Anchoring soul to body,
Horrid, troubled body.
Letting come the waters,
Spilled from dirty muck.
If only the reflection,
Showed not the imperfections,
Of hurt and fear;
Bravery and strength.
Through the mud,
I live my life.
Waiting till the water's clean.
Coming forth my other self.
The better part of me.
Who's flat of chest,
Who's strong in spirit,
Who's confident, proud.
Who's oh so sure,
Of those strong hands.
If the mirror could only come out!
If those strong hands,
Could take my own.
And switch,
I'd be happy.
To be lost on the other side.
Watching my reflection,
Live the better life;
A better me.
Through the mud,
Is a rosy world.
Through the window,
A reality.
Anchoring soul to body,
Horrid, troubled body.
Letting come the waters,
Spilled from dirty muck.
If only the reflection,
Showed not the imperfections,
Of hurt and fear;
Bravery and strength.
Through the mud,
I live my life.
Waiting till the water's clean.
Coming forth my other self.
The better part of me.
Who's flat of chest,
Who's strong in spirit,
Who's confident, proud.
Who's oh so sure,
Of those strong hands.
If the mirror could only come out!
If those strong hands,
Could take my own.
And switch,
I'd be happy.
To be lost on the other side.
Watching my reflection,
Live the better life;
A better me.
Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
You are the greatest
One of them all
Mirror Mirror
What do you see
I see a champion
You are a winner
Keep your head held high
No matter what the scoreboard
You always great in my book
No how you look
Take pride in yourself
It is great for your health
The eyes to see
The true champion lie within me
Having the heart to take a stand again
No pain no gain
Win lose or draw
You live to fight another say
Having words to say
The breath we breathe
When we are standing in the mirror
Mirror Mirror
How can you see me
If you have no eyes
Just your reflections
Staring back at me
Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
You are the greatest
One of them all
Mirror Mirror
What do you see
I see a champion
You are a winner
Keep your head held high
No matter what the scoreboard
You always great in my book
No how you look
Take pride in yourself
It is great for your health
The eyes to see
The true champion lie within me
Having the heart to take a stand again
No pain no gain
Win lose or draw
You live to fight another say
Having words to say
The breath we breathe
When we are standing in the mirror
Mirror Mirror
How can you see me
If you have no eyes
Just your reflections
Staring back at me
Mirror Mirror
Mirror,Mirror,
Cuts and Scars,
And a Fake Smile that Would Break Your Heart,
a Tear Stained Face,
She Sometimes Wished She'd Dissapear,
Without a Trace,
She Watched herself Bleed,
She Wanted What she Didn't Need,
I Know Because This girl Is Me,
Mirror,Mirror,
Please Fix Me,
Mirror,Mirror,
I Wish I Was Pretty,
Instead of Having Scars all Over My Body,
Mirror,Mirror,
Cuts and Scars,
And a Fake Smile That Would Break Your heart
Cuts and Scars,
And a Fake Smile that Would Break Your Heart,
a Tear Stained Face,
She Sometimes Wished She'd Dissapear,
Without a Trace,
She Watched herself Bleed,
She Wanted What she Didn't Need,
I Know Because This girl Is Me,
Mirror,Mirror,
Please Fix Me,
Mirror,Mirror,
I Wish I Was Pretty,
Instead of Having Scars all Over My Body,
Mirror,Mirror,
Cuts and Scars,
And a Fake Smile That Would Break Your heart
Mirror, mirror.
On the wall.
Who is the fairest of them of all?
It's not me.
That much I know.
But the pretty girls?
Why, they just put on a show.
Surgery and make up,
these things aren't fair.
Against natural beauty,
they simply can't compare.
And yet,
society says otherwise.
Beauty is perfection,
not the girl who cries,
from wishing she could see,
the girl in the mirror,
she desperately wants to be.
And so to be her,
she uses lies and deceit.
Another make-up clad girl,
parading fakely down the street.
And everyone says,
'Oh look over there,
Yes, the girl with the make-up,
Oh, isn't she just so
fair'.
On the wall.
Who is the fairest of them of all?
It's not me.
That much I know.
But the pretty girls?
Why, they just put on a show.
Surgery and make up,
these things aren't fair.
Against natural beauty,
they simply can't compare.
And yet,
society says otherwise.
Beauty is perfection,
not the girl who cries,
from wishing she could see,
the girl in the mirror,
she desperately wants to be.
And so to be her,
she uses lies and deceit.
Another make-up clad girl,
parading fakely down the street.
And everyone says,
'Oh look over there,
Yes, the girl with the make-up,
Oh, isn't she just so
fair'.
weary_ said:I see your hand reeling back
And the bruises blossoming
And when I look into the glare
Behind the mirror’s dark reflection
Of the maps of scratches criss-crossing
My skin I realize my fault.
Why is it that when I see
Myself all I see is you?
Too relatable... and never again. Thanks for the reminder. Excellent piece
And the bruises blossoming
And when I look into the glare
Behind the mirror’s dark reflection
Of the maps of scratches criss-crossing
My skin I realize my fault.
Why is it that when I see
Myself all I see is you?
Too relatable... and never again. Thanks for the reminder. Excellent piece
Mirror Mirror
I am naked before you
And still do not make eye contact
Who has the time to dig into themselves?
Not I.
I dress slowly before you,
Knowing what you see is far from perfect
I have scars
So many scars
And each one has a tale
But who has time to reflect and retell?
Not I.
Dressed at last
I sit before you
I look at the stranger and taking my straightener I tame the curls
This is just another day
Another day starting the same way
Shower and getting dressed
Doing my hair
Tweezing and squeezing and otherwise maintaining this form
And never making eye contact
I am no longer naked before you
And yet
Naked before you is all I ever am
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I am naked before you
And still do not make eye contact
Who has the time to dig into themselves?
Not I.
I dress slowly before you,
Knowing what you see is far from perfect
I have scars
So many scars
And each one has a tale
But who has time to reflect and retell?
Not I.
Dressed at last
I sit before you
I look at the stranger and taking my straightener I tame the curls
This is just another day
Another day starting the same way
Shower and getting dressed
Doing my hair
Tweezing and squeezing and otherwise maintaining this form
And never making eye contact
I am no longer naked before you
And yet
Naked before you is all I ever am
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Mirror,Mirror,so
Darling,Your Killing Me,
Imperfections is all I Can See,
Sometimes I Hate being Me,
I Stare down at My Feet,While You Judge Me,
Too Many Scars, Poor Girl Ripped her own God damn Skin apart,
Mirror,Mirror,
Your Hurting Me..
One Of These Days,You'll See,
All Your Words,
They Killed Me.
Not Good Enough,Too Many Scars,
Mirror,Mirror,
Change Me Now,
Mirror,Mirror,
Darling Can't you See,
Your the One that Is Killing Me
Darling,Your Killing Me,
Imperfections is all I Can See,
Sometimes I Hate being Me,
I Stare down at My Feet,While You Judge Me,
Too Many Scars, Poor Girl Ripped her own God damn Skin apart,
Mirror,Mirror,
Your Hurting Me..
One Of These Days,You'll See,
All Your Words,
They Killed Me.
Not Good Enough,Too Many Scars,
Mirror,Mirror,
Change Me Now,
Mirror,Mirror,
Darling Can't you See,
Your the One that Is Killing Me
- Gift of Beauty -
When you tell me I am so pretty my darling,
And you say that I am a goddess so lovely…
I wish that I felt like I was truly so charming!
But all of my family tells me that I am so ugly.
There are times that I want to simply smash,
My mirror, but I know it would be very silly.
If only I could have my deepest secret wish,
And truly be as pretty as what you do see…
Rather than the freak I have always beheld.
Is my face so beautiful to you, and my body?
Beauty is something that I have not ever felt.
Other girls have, and for it I held only envy…
Like that which a demon feels, for an angel!
How is it possible that you love me so much?
I am not an angel, and my life is a living hell.
But you call me goddess; adore me as such!
And I find myself believing you, and happily.
For the first time in my life, I feel true dignity!
But, sometimes, at night, old terrors return…
And I touch my face with my fingers, fearing.
Am I the goddess for which you truly yearn?
But, then you look at me, so very endearing!
My fingers trace my face, and I feel an angel.
The goddess you love, the woman you adore,
And in those moments I feel whole and well…
Not a freak, and not just some wanton whore.
I do remember who I am, through your eyes,
When cruelty makes me forget, that I am fair.
I love you for that, with passion undisguised…
Your gift to me is one that is beyond compare.
To see myself through your ever loving sight…
For the first time in my life, seeing most clear!
Then the old terrors vanish from out the night.
Your love is your gift and I hold it most dear!
Call me goddess if it pleases you to say this…
And I will call you my god, in harmonic bliss!
In an imperfect world, you show me a truth…
Something no one else, has ever truly shown:
That I am perfect and that I am divine to you!
Your heart is as fiery as mine, not cold stone.
We are the opposite of a world grown inert…
The exception to the rule, the creative chaos,
From which spring passions, glories, and art!
What pure happiness we shall craft, from us,
No seer can see, nor cards foretell from fate.
Love is a mystery, and from it angels do rise,
Even when they have fallen, it is not too late!
For, I was fallen and then to my fair surprise,
I find you raising me up, giving me new wings.
My mirror shows me only beauty at long last,
And for this pretty gift, my spirit softly sings…
For you have exorcised the devils of my past.
When you tell me I am so pretty my darling,
And you say that I am a goddess so lovely…
I wish that I felt like I was truly so charming!
But all of my family tells me that I am so ugly.
There are times that I want to simply smash,
My mirror, but I know it would be very silly.
If only I could have my deepest secret wish,
And truly be as pretty as what you do see…
Rather than the freak I have always beheld.
Is my face so beautiful to you, and my body?
Beauty is something that I have not ever felt.
Other girls have, and for it I held only envy…
Like that which a demon feels, for an angel!
How is it possible that you love me so much?
I am not an angel, and my life is a living hell.
But you call me goddess; adore me as such!
And I find myself believing you, and happily.
For the first time in my life, I feel true dignity!
But, sometimes, at night, old terrors return…
And I touch my face with my fingers, fearing.
Am I the goddess for which you truly yearn?
But, then you look at me, so very endearing!
My fingers trace my face, and I feel an angel.
The goddess you love, the woman you adore,
And in those moments I feel whole and well…
Not a freak, and not just some wanton whore.
I do remember who I am, through your eyes,
When cruelty makes me forget, that I am fair.
I love you for that, with passion undisguised…
Your gift to me is one that is beyond compare.
To see myself through your ever loving sight…
For the first time in my life, seeing most clear!
Then the old terrors vanish from out the night.
Your love is your gift and I hold it most dear!
Call me goddess if it pleases you to say this…
And I will call you my god, in harmonic bliss!
In an imperfect world, you show me a truth…
Something no one else, has ever truly shown:
That I am perfect and that I am divine to you!
Your heart is as fiery as mine, not cold stone.
We are the opposite of a world grown inert…
The exception to the rule, the creative chaos,
From which spring passions, glories, and art!
What pure happiness we shall craft, from us,
No seer can see, nor cards foretell from fate.
Love is a mystery, and from it angels do rise,
Even when they have fallen, it is not too late!
For, I was fallen and then to my fair surprise,
I find you raising me up, giving me new wings.
My mirror shows me only beauty at long last,
And for this pretty gift, my spirit softly sings…
For you have exorcised the devils of my past.
"I guess the title has to have the word mirror in it"
what do I see? mirror answers 'me'
that cant be right, mirrors dont have eyes
try looking harder, senseless brother
I just see myself my eyes none other
exactly, and now answer this
what do you see? the mirror says
im not sure what you mean, I reply
I see my face, nose, lips and my eyes
look beyond that you lazy young man
stop covering your face with your hands
give up? I mean you dont look half bad
you need me to tell you you have class?
please have more confidence when you step forward
please appreciate your long life in rewards
what do I see? mirror answers 'me'
that cant be right, mirrors dont have eyes
try looking harder, senseless brother
I just see myself my eyes none other
exactly, and now answer this
what do you see? the mirror says
im not sure what you mean, I reply
I see my face, nose, lips and my eyes
look beyond that you lazy young man
stop covering your face with your hands
give up? I mean you dont look half bad
you need me to tell you you have class?
please have more confidence when you step forward
please appreciate your long life in rewards
