shiny glass li(v)es
PilateOfTheStorm
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Look up into the mirror,
The mirror that you picked out.
So excited and enchanted. Proud on the wall.
The slate of reflective glass,
Shaped into an oval. Almost a circle.
But not quite there.
Just like you.
You can't imagine how it would feel.
You still feel exactly how you imagined.
Words, faces, lives move around you.
They are a blur, merging into a big giant mess.
A mess that stinks up your thoughts, festering.
But you've already cleaned that up, right?
Slaving away at the dirt in your mind,
You said you wanted to leave this behind.
Sigh. It happens again. Inevitable repetition.
But always with a twist. A slight difference,
The cycle more like an oval. Almost a circle.
Almost. Circle. Almost. There...
You're sure you have done this before.
Your feet have quietly walked these hallways
And your dull eyes have stared into these windows.
Always hoping for something more, you pull
At the pathetic wallpaper, it peels, searching for...
What?
Yourself. You. Are you who you are? Is this
What you wanted? What you wished for?
The shiny glass, full of lies. Confidence, faith
Vitality glazed over in time. Identity. Frozen
Dreams see their reflection, handed the truth
They take flight, disappear.
Just like you...Almost there...
Almost a circle....Almost....
Look up into that mirror.The one you chose.
Or were forced to choose, it's all the same now.
Everything's the same.You tried, but nothing changed.
It's the taking part that counts, right?
Smash it, if you must. Tears fall, anger takes control.
Shards of glass, tiny glistening spears aim at your heart.
Smile when they miss. Feel as though you've won, this time.
But who knows?
Maybe you've always been walking around with a wounded soul.
The mirror that you picked out.
So excited and enchanted. Proud on the wall.
The slate of reflective glass,
Shaped into an oval. Almost a circle.
But not quite there.
Just like you.
You can't imagine how it would feel.
You still feel exactly how you imagined.
Words, faces, lives move around you.
They are a blur, merging into a big giant mess.
A mess that stinks up your thoughts, festering.
But you've already cleaned that up, right?
Slaving away at the dirt in your mind,
You said you wanted to leave this behind.
Sigh. It happens again. Inevitable repetition.
But always with a twist. A slight difference,
The cycle more like an oval. Almost a circle.
Almost. Circle. Almost. There...
You're sure you have done this before.
Your feet have quietly walked these hallways
And your dull eyes have stared into these windows.
Always hoping for something more, you pull
At the pathetic wallpaper, it peels, searching for...
What?
Yourself. You. Are you who you are? Is this
What you wanted? What you wished for?
The shiny glass, full of lies. Confidence, faith
Vitality glazed over in time. Identity. Frozen
Dreams see their reflection, handed the truth
They take flight, disappear.
Just like you...Almost there...
Almost a circle....Almost....
Look up into that mirror.The one you chose.
Or were forced to choose, it's all the same now.
Everything's the same.You tried, but nothing changed.
It's the taking part that counts, right?
Smash it, if you must. Tears fall, anger takes control.
Shards of glass, tiny glistening spears aim at your heart.
Smile when they miss. Feel as though you've won, this time.
But who knows?
Maybe you've always been walking around with a wounded soul.
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Ouch!
I'm going to have to keep reading this one....... I love it when a poem does that to me! Thank you.
fuck
awesome beyond your years
awesome beyond time
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
That all is something else
and very good
it's one of the most personal ones i've written yet, so your kind words are much appreciated
rock solid questions... and I'll make that the answer..
very cool
Godfather.
but i decided to put my "Perfectionist" nature aside (my teacher says it always sabotages me and prevents me from getting anything done, apparently)
thanks again, it means a lot
thanks