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Array ( [sid] => 159572 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Looking in the Mirror [time] => 2010-05-05 21:08:28 [hometext] => I woke up one day and didnt recognize me anymore [bodytext] => whispered words of the dead fill up my mind,
gets hard to think from time to time.
you scream at me, or laugh, or cry,
but all i can think about is when did you die.
Was it painful the way you bowed out of this earth,
was it the complete opposite of child birth?
Did people gather to say there goodbyes,
were there tears flowing freely from peoples eyes?
Was it a sad day when your soul floated away?
These questions about you will never be answered,
because your no longer here to tell me the tale.
I wish i could have seen what was in front of my eyes,
but there was no way to see.

But every word you whisper stays in my mind,
slowly i put them together to see what ill find.
And in those words i get my answers,
though sadly i wish that I hadnt.
It wasnt painful the way you went,
it wasnt sad, no one cried, no one even cared,
it was a good thing, they would say.
But now the memories will haunt me everyday.

Your heartbeat slowed, you layed there, ready to die,
your eyes watered up but you never cried.
Your mind went into this blissful dazes,
as your beautiful soul started floating away.
And then it happened for just a split second,
your heart stopped beating and your soul went to heaven.
But then you took a breath your heart beat again,
but unfortunatley your soul met its end.

Your heart now different, filled with anger and rage
frozen in solitude cold as a winters day.
You never cry or share emotion at all,
instead you sit and listen and offer advice.
But the warmth you try to produce
to those who were once close to you,
it wont help your cold heart.
Youve changed your not the same
your hearltess and cold your a human being,
but saddly without soul.
Cry for me, bleed for me if you can,
show me the person you use to be is still there.

I cant you shout back with so much rage.
You ball your fist and look at me with hate.
But yet when you go to strike me you see,
the only thing that happens is you actually bleed.
for glass cuts you, and you've been cut deep,
your eyes fill with tears yet you do not weep.
No pity, no shame, no sorrow, no pain.
No feeling at all for who you used to be.
Thats why you walk away from me,
you have hate in your heart and anger to
but I know the real you.
Im the girl who used to stand in this mirror
I used to love that girl I'd see
Now i hate her I hate who she is
I hate who shes become.

Those are the whispers I hear from the dead,
It's the voice of my former self concealed in my head.

AUTHORS PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each poem you submit. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 129 [topic] => 13 [informant] => jtkzlimz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Looking in the Mirror

Contributed by jtkzlimz on Wednesday, 5th May 2010 @ 09:08:28 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

whispered words of the dead fill up my mind,
gets hard to think from time to time.
you scream at me, or laugh, or cry,
but all i can think about is when did you die.
Was it painful the way you bowed out of this earth,
was it the complete opposite of child birth?
Did people gather to say there goodbyes,
were there tears flowing freely from peoples eyes?
Was it a sad day when your soul floated away?
These questions about you will never be answered,
because your no longer here to tell me the tale.
I wish i could have seen what was in front of my eyes,
but there was no way to see.

But every word you whisper stays in my mind,
slowly i put them together to see what ill find.
And in those words i get my answers,
though sadly i wish that I hadnt.
It wasnt painful the way you went,
it wasnt sad, no one cried, no one even cared,
it was a good thing, they would say.
But now the memories will haunt me everyday.

Your heartbeat slowed, you layed there, ready to die,
your eyes watered up but you never cried.
Your mind went into this blissful dazes,
as your beautiful soul started floating away.
And then it happened for just a split second,
your heart stopped beating and your soul went to heaven.
But then you took a breath your heart beat again,
but unfortunatley your soul met its end.

Your heart now different, filled with anger and rage
frozen in solitude cold as a winters day.
You never cry or share emotion at all,
instead you sit and listen and offer advice.
But the warmth you try to produce
to those who were once close to you,
it wont help your cold heart.
Youve changed your not the same
your hearltess and cold your a human being,
but saddly without soul.
Cry for me, bleed for me if you can,
show me the person you use to be is still there.

I cant you shout back with so much rage.
You ball your fist and look at me with hate.
But yet when you go to strike me you see,
the only thing that happens is you actually bleed.
for glass cuts you, and you've been cut deep,
your eyes fill with tears yet you do not weep.
No pity, no shame, no sorrow, no pain.
No feeling at all for who you used to be.
Thats why you walk away from me,
you have hate in your heart and anger to
but I know the real you.
Im the girl who used to stand in this mirror
I used to love that girl I'd see
Now i hate her I hate who she is
I hate who shes become.

Those are the whispers I hear from the dead,
It's the voice of my former self concealed in my head.

AUTHORS PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each poem you submit.

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Re: Looking in the Mirror (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 6th May 2010 @ 01:10:48 AM AEST
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Know what cha mean but you know what they say, knowing is half the battle.
hang tuff.
blessings,
emy
Oh yeah, a great write.

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