Through the looking glass I peer
into the shadows of my past.
Looking at all my mistakes
seeing my transgressions.
Tears run down the cheeks
of the ones I love.
Heartache lies within their chests,
all, caused by me.
Is this who I really am?
Is this who I was meant to be?
Was I meant to cause so much pain?
Was I meant to be the devil inside of me?
I try to drop the looking glass
but attached to me, forever it is.
I try to run from the images
dancing in my head.
But they will not leave
they haunt me so fervently.
Heartache and tears seem to be
the only things I bring to those I love.
Ruthlessly I defy the images
I cast aside the looking glass
and watch as it shatters on the floor.
That is not who I am anymore.
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About this poem...
When I was little, I was such a hellion. I caused so much tears and heartache. But then something happened that made me look through my own looking glass. My grandfather passed away. After that, I looked at my life and realized what I had become. Thats when I took my grandfather's philosphy to heart and became the man that I am today.
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- DFI Round 3 ~ Through the Looking Glass by And Hyetal.
850 points, ended March 15, 2008, 10 entries
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LOL! A little hellion, huh?
Aren't all little boys though?
I am sorry that you lost your grandfather (who seems to have been such a huge influence on you) at such a young and vulnerable age. It is amazing that you were able to transform that powerful pain into something motivational and even positive... I believe that has made you the amazing, sensitive, poetic person you are today.
I think we all need to look through our own looking glass at times in our lives. I am trying to do that right now myself, so this is a great inspiration to me.
Wonderful write.
I wish I would have gotten the chance to meet your grandfather - he sounds like such a cool guy! -
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A really sad poem, but you get your point across. There was a little bit of unessisary repitition, but it wasn't too bad. Great flow, great imagery, great everything.
~Cassie
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Wow, this poem touched me deeply...i can understand everything that you were going through..everyone is haunted by their own looking glass and some more than others..This poem is wonderfully written, you did a very good job writting this, keep up the wonderful work!
Becca
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whoa!
your words have left me speechless. this write is terribly good
this is a very powerful write, and i can tell that you put a lot of emotion into this.
great job!!
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what a powerful poem. So I totally had the same kind of childhood. For some reason, I became a really mean girl in about 3rd grade-ish. I was a terror, and hurt people because if i hurt them, they couldn't hurt me. (or so I thought) so i stayed isnide my little bubble, until well to tell you the truth until my friend showed me AP in 7th grade. Writing helped me to get out these emotions, which scared the hell out of me. All of a sudden, i was free, free of that wall and of that bubble. but now i feel too much, i feel everybody else's emotions with my own, and sometimes i love it, to be so compassionate, but other times, i want to go nack to the other side of the mirror.
Anyway I really enjoyed your poem. The last lines were just so amazing. "and watch as it shatters on the floor, that is not who I am anymore." so pure and true. i'm glad you could break away and become the great guy you are defintally today!! with love and giggles, the white rabbi -
What a perfect, powerful, amazing ending!
I have written along these lines, except I referenced my reflection in the mirror, it being different from "me."
I really love how you've done this, it's very real and you bring the reader into your thoughts and contemplations. It's very enlightening.
Love the change for the better, you go!
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Hey Kiddo,
You were not as bad as you seem to think you were... And yes I can say that and mean it, I am THE ALL KNOWING MUMMY, and I am your mother
But as with all kids, you did raise some hell, But I will have to say, you have not given me the heartache that your brothers have in the past....
This is great! I love it!!
Best of luck in this contest!!
and love
Mom
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We've all said and did things that we aren't proud of. Plus, you were also very young. You can't judge yourself by your childhood, you barely knew right from wrong. We're all like that. Do not beat yourself up for it. The real goal is to try and NOT do wrong once you are older. And look, you haven't. You've learned from your mistakes and you're now an amazing person. Don't ever think that you're not And yes, the poem is kick ash, so you better win or some people are going to have their heads dipped in sprinkles
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