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[aid] => mick
[title] => Real Appearances
[time] => 2004-03-30 20:59:08
[hometext] => I happened to be looking in a mirror one day, then this poem just popped into meh head.
[bodytext] => mirror, mirror tell me again show me my reflection my true reflection this dreary curiosity of mine wonders; i suspect you know all about my misty dreams my lovely nightmares of jade you've seen many before me, o mirror and i'm sure you've seen the classic hurt, the blaring envy, the filled trust, the sick greed, and the lonesome blues of the human race so tell me what do you see in me? i know you can see through people's masks what can you see through mine? do you see those golden memories of the past where everyone was happy--a true happiness? do you see that promising future, and, more importantly, I suppose, is it open for me? i'm sure you can but you know that's not what's all of me yes, i'm scared to admit, o mirror of mine that i'm exactly what you see you see the ebony tears the flow down my cheeks for ink water flows through my veins that flourencent sorrow that glares from time to time the beautiful nightsong that quickly changes to an ugly lullaby that plastic white shelf where my empty wish pieces lie, waiting to be filled and you can see my velvet emotions, full of deadly whispers and murder memories full of my numbered thoughts in these frigid veins of mine runs a venomous love that the spite dragons love to drink and it stings like harsh violin lemonade but it's bearable ah, this free rhythm flows on the paper like written wine it's the only way i can escape the evil illusions of this reality bitter nostalgia bites be again full of these crimson nightmares that run like horses through my brain ivy lies, twist over me, cover me for i can't take the blaring truth mirror, mirror can you see me as i truly am? can you see behind my mask? can you see the girl, bruised and beaten by rage, black tears of sorrow running down her cheeks, yet her eyes shine something mysterious something undiscovered lies within speak to me again dear reflection o mine --end-- [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Bunni [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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