Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 15:17:50 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 84650 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Mirror My Mind [time] => 2005-02-16 17:42:20 [hometext] => Ok anyone who has done the following in one sitting will understand this (yes i know, we're enlightened lol)... coke+speed (aka pink champagne) shrooms (50gs+ undried) and weed. [bodytext] => I'm emptying the ashtray,
Filled with my imagination's ashes.
I'm tired of pretending to run away,
Being a self-imitation of a burnt out wannabe.
Destructive and dying everyday,
Staring in the mirror of my self inflicted complication.
Each layer is just searing flesh in the fire.

Ashes under the flame just burn brighter,
Roman candles with white gunpowder.
Who would watch a lightless lifeless firework?
Burn until it answers you…

Staring at my cold penny pupil eyes,
Stuck in the ring of swirling narcotic greed.
Sick of having to say my goodbyes,
Right road wrong direction.
I'm a warped ripped copy of a reflection,
Loosing everyone all the time,
Line by ***** line.

Seeing your own face reflected in the glass,
Eyes open nostrils flaring.
Not a care in the world.
But do you like the answer you received?

Lying nailed body rushing and spine tearing apart,
Nailed to an express elevator into my own private hell.
Powdered magic dust or three wishes a tab.
You are my rotting rope in my wretched wishing well.
I'd hate to see you go,
You love to watch me grieve.
No reward without cost.

And I still can't leave.
And now I know,
Pointless and unforgiving.
It just goes on and on.

Force your mind to see the whole,
Everything that is eternity in a kaleidoscope.
Hypnotic and transcendental,
Unable to handle.
No words,
No sounds,
Just overwhelming something in the nothing.

But before you prove the religions wrong,
Realise that you're talking to the mirror.
This thing can go no further,
Your pet sane enlightened insanity. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 267 [topic] => 66 [informant] => acid_lucidity [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )

My Mirror My Mind

Contributed by acid_lucidity on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 05:42:20 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

I'm emptying the ashtray,
Filled with my imagination's ashes.
I'm tired of pretending to run away,
Being a self-imitation of a burnt out wannabe.
Destructive and dying everyday,
Staring in the mirror of my self inflicted complication.
Each layer is just searing flesh in the fire.

Ashes under the flame just burn brighter,
Roman candles with white gunpowder.
Who would watch a lightless lifeless firework?
Burn until it answers you…

Staring at my cold penny pupil eyes,
Stuck in the ring of swirling narcotic greed.
Sick of having to say my goodbyes,
Right road wrong direction.
I'm a warped ripped copy of a reflection,
Loosing everyone all the time,
Line by ***** line.

Seeing your own face reflected in the glass,
Eyes open nostrils flaring.
Not a care in the world.
But do you like the answer you received?

Lying nailed body rushing and spine tearing apart,
Nailed to an express elevator into my own private hell.
Powdered magic dust or three wishes a tab.
You are my rotting rope in my wretched wishing well.
I'd hate to see you go,
You love to watch me grieve.
No reward without cost.

And I still can't leave.
And now I know,
Pointless and unforgiving.
It just goes on and on.

Force your mind to see the whole,
Everything that is eternity in a kaleidoscope.
Hypnotic and transcendental,
Unable to handle.
No words,
No sounds,
Just overwhelming something in the nothing.

But before you prove the religions wrong,
Realise that you're talking to the mirror.
This thing can go no further,
Your pet sane enlightened insanity.

Copyright © acid_lucidity ... [ 2005-02-16 17:42:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: My Mirror My Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by Rhymingron on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 05:46:35 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

While I never could know these feelings, You've written a very good poem.

Re: My Mirror My Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by zenmind on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 06:44:05 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Good job on this poem. You have a lot of great lines in this, that I will highlight, but first I wanted to say, that I'm glad you didn't use this poem to say that doing speed and coke together is a good thing. lol.....because those are both......drum roll.......very pointless drugs!!! *yay* (applause). Shrooms and weed, on the other hand, are perfectly fine (when used within reason of course) and can expand your mind. And I think your poem expressed that. There were moments of total despair, and then moments of understanding. You can totally see the coke and speed parts of it compared to the weed and shrooms part.

Staring at my cold penny pupil eyes,
Stuck in the ring of swirling narcotic greed.
Sick of having to say my goodbyes,
Right road wrong direction.
I'm a warped ripped copy of a reflection,
Loosing everyone all the time,
Line by ***** line.

-----definitely the speed/coke influence----

You love to watch me grieve.
No reward without cost.

Pointless and unforgiving.
It just goes on and on.

----both of these are also speed/coke influences---

Force your mind to see the whole,
Everything that is eternity in a kaleidoscope.
Hypnotic and transcendental,
Unable to handle.
No words,
No sounds,
Just overwhelming something in the nothing.

----definitely the shrooms/weed influence----

But before you prove the religions wrong,
Realise that you're talking to the mirror.
This thing can go no further,
Your pet sane enlightened insanity.

I really liked this part. Only someone who has tripped will be able to understand this. You express the unexpressable in this line. I am very impressed.

Be True,
zenmind

Re: My Mirror My Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by BEBE on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 08:37:23 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

WELL.... I have never done any of these so I have no idea what you are talking about lol but I like how it flowed..... How old are you?

ever need to talk ? aim = bebe_queen15

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com