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Distorted
Hanging high upon a wall
in a house so grand,
its beautiful oak frame
was carved by hand
the women of the house
loved to gaze,
there were rumors of them
standing there for days
looking in
looking past
this was not your
regular old looking glass
evil intentions could be viewed
and everything one saw
could be, would be
misconstrued
accusations began to fly
and everyone
who looked in
the mirror began to die
falling down stairs
dying in their sleep
choking on food
drowning in the drink
one by one,
destroyed by reflection
no one even thought about
the mirror being the infection
the mirror moved on to
an even nicer house on the hill
its inhabitants would gaze
and soon, they would kill
the mirror
reflecting what one
should not see,
the mirror is a disease
but as people die
the mirror shall travel
anyone who looks in it
life will unravel
the curse lies in the oak frame
if you look closely
you will notice carved in the side
a certain fallen angels name
the devil hand carved it
with sharpened bones of the damned
and everything he wanted
is going along as planned
so keep gazing
and looking,
because in hell your
soul is already cooking
Published 5th Apr 2013
| Edited 15th Aug 2013
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5th Apr 2013 7:22pm
Distorted never seemed so twistedly beautiful! :)
The core of your poem was so.....so.......so....
'distorted'! ;) I freaking Loved it!
So many clean and gorgeous lines to this read!
Amazing Ink, nikki! xoxo
The core of your poem was so.....so.......so....
'distorted'! ;) I freaking Loved it!
So many clean and gorgeous lines to this read!
Amazing Ink, nikki! xoxo
5th Apr 2013 7:56pm
5th Apr 2013 9:42pm
I love dark poems,
yours has excellent flow
and a very good idea for the
words to grow around.
Very well written,
much enjoyed!
yours has excellent flow
and a very good idea for the
words to grow around.
Very well written,
much enjoyed!
5th Apr 2013 10:43pm
5th Apr 2013 11:34pm
Soooooooooo Cool........
An indictment of Vanity doesn't even NEED
a curse -- but the Devil is always
a lot of fun : > )
An indictment of Vanity doesn't even NEED
a curse -- but the Devil is always
a lot of fun : > )
6th Apr 2013 1:56am
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6th Apr 2013 12:35pm
Anonymous
7th Apr 2013 8:35am
"Mirror mirror on the wall whose the fairest of them all" Your poem made me think of this line, nicely written, Nikki!
Mirror, mirror, keeps coming around
Clearer to fear and stir, something in the ground
Everywhere it lurks and whenever one dares it's curse?
Whatever scares is produced first.
Like that Star Trek episode when Kirk and Bones were trapped on a lonesome planet where whatever anyone announced suddenly appeared. Instant manufacture, revealed to be the work of this impish freak who looked like a dancing mannequin (plastic smile) and had powers like Mr. Mxyzptlk. This story is the same way.
Mirrors have terrified me since early college. Tantric ritual with an early mistress. Looked into a mirror and realized such creations were formed because humans will never truly know themselves inside. Unable to accept this some open other people up. Ed Gein. Coroners. Necrophiles who like it warmer. Sometimes. Others learned to melt the Earth itself into glass, to invent an interscope. No two viewers are able to see the exact same reflection, which meant the mirror deceived. Stare inside for long enough? Nietzche said eventually the void stares back. That always sounded half-ass. My early college nightmare?
And your flow proves the void does more than stare back. Inside the mirror the real 'verse laughs at us.
Thank you for delightfully terrifying me, Nikki! Every time I re-read this piece, it vibrates somewhere different, depending on my voice, but each time it begins with an awakening club to the stomach!
Clearer to fear and stir, something in the ground
Everywhere it lurks and whenever one dares it's curse?
Whatever scares is produced first.
Like that Star Trek episode when Kirk and Bones were trapped on a lonesome planet where whatever anyone announced suddenly appeared. Instant manufacture, revealed to be the work of this impish freak who looked like a dancing mannequin (plastic smile) and had powers like Mr. Mxyzptlk. This story is the same way.
Mirrors have terrified me since early college. Tantric ritual with an early mistress. Looked into a mirror and realized such creations were formed because humans will never truly know themselves inside. Unable to accept this some open other people up. Ed Gein. Coroners. Necrophiles who like it warmer. Sometimes. Others learned to melt the Earth itself into glass, to invent an interscope. No two viewers are able to see the exact same reflection, which meant the mirror deceived. Stare inside for long enough? Nietzche said eventually the void stares back. That always sounded half-ass. My early college nightmare?
And your flow proves the void does more than stare back. Inside the mirror the real 'verse laughs at us.
Thank you for delightfully terrifying me, Nikki! Every time I re-read this piece, it vibrates somewhere different, depending on my voice, but each time it begins with an awakening club to the stomach!
10th Apr 2013 4:28pm
What a beautifully Nightmarish Piece:) I loved this... So dark and when you mentioned on the side a certain fallen angels name, the devil.... That was it for me. I love pieces that contain the devil/satan/lucifer/the morning star. Well done Nikki!
Keep Penning!:)
(xTheVoicesAreWatchingx)
Keep Penning!:)
(xTheVoicesAreWatchingx)
