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You're reflection lied, honey.

Cast your mascaraed face from the mirror
lipstick smeared in colours without interest
wafting clouds of scent on a budget.
It's the practiced smile that draws in the sin
and the screamed invitation for a false seduction.
convinced your worn-out rapture doesn't reveal a previous sin.
Your stature doesn't read a thousand bedtime stories.

Author notes

I've been working on a new way of creating short verses like this... a way to get out feelings in a creative - non-ranting kind of way.

I write a huge long rant about something bothering me (in this case a sad, hopeless little vain girl) and then pick out some lines I like and change them (with the same message) into something worth poetry...


I'm still working on it.

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  • crimsondew
    July 10, 2007

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    You captured the felings so beautifully in this piece... It is amazingly well done... Keep it up.. I would love to read more of such short verses of yours.

  • Whispering Wind gold member
    July 3, 2007

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    To be something you are not and then hide in the refection of the mirror: Your stature doesn,t read a thousand bedtime stories...Very good!Thank you so much for sharing