I wake up in the morning and I think I'm 25.
I walk to the mirror and look and just start screaming.
This happens every morning.
It is not a loud, wake up your neighbors scream.
It is more of a primal wake up the dogs kind of scream.
More like a howl.
As I regain composure, I dim the lights and back up.
I start to look a little better.
The morning puffiness seems to hide the deep creases.
I have to decide if it is a coffee day or a vodka "eye opener"day.
As I reach for the vodka I remember I have to work again
and sigh.
Coffee it is.
I get into the shower and shake my head at my fat ass.
I reach for the body building shampoo for my now lackluster hair.
God has played a mean trick on me.
I put on Lou Reed's "Lisa Says" and dance around.
Go to the closet and put on a bright red dress.
It is going to be a good day.
I get into my car and start the "rat race".
It is what it is.
I am alive healthy and strong.
I walk to the mirror and look and just start screaming.
This happens every morning.
It is not a loud, wake up your neighbors scream.
It is more of a primal wake up the dogs kind of scream.
More like a howl.
As I regain composure, I dim the lights and back up.
I start to look a little better.
The morning puffiness seems to hide the deep creases.
I have to decide if it is a coffee day or a vodka "eye opener"day.
As I reach for the vodka I remember I have to work again
and sigh.
Coffee it is.
I get into the shower and shake my head at my fat ass.
I reach for the body building shampoo for my now lackluster hair.
God has played a mean trick on me.
I put on Lou Reed's "Lisa Says" and dance around.
Go to the closet and put on a bright red dress.
It is going to be a good day.
I get into my car and start the "rat race".
It is what it is.
I am alive healthy and strong.
Author notes
I think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the years. Henry Moore
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Comments
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This poem sounds like it's about a woman who doesn't really know where she's going in life. She just stays in the same present time with out any notion of influencing her future. She has resigned herself to monotiny. Interesting.
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You've danced beautifully along the line of poem and story with this one. I love that it is so simple, but so powerfully meaningful. The lines about the vodka and coffee were my absolute favorites, I think because they speak about you and about the battle we all have with ourselves. Great write!
-Odyssey
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indeed a greatly written piece because you know you have the stregnth to get through and you know that it doesn't matter what the mirror shows you, you are you and should be proud
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"It is what it is" Great line, well used. Thanks for entering!
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Wow. I loved this. It seems personal and I enjoyed that. I loved the happy ending. great job. No matter how bad we feel sometimes, we still have to move on and get throguh our day. Great job of expressing that. Good luck to ya
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Ha wow this was great.. Kinda funny yet true i love the vibe it gives off
Great write

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Bullseye. I can't even begin to comment on your imagery, you made me feel 40 and I'm 17. Similar to seeing acne in the morning before school, suprisingly. A great expression.
eye opener: Priceless.

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I hear you for sure
You know with my eyesight I was feeling really good until I went and got me some glasses and they should really ban all magnefying mirrors in this world . I weas checking out my fit of my ghlasses and saw this old broad i there and turned around to see who was shareing my mirror .Low and behold it was me and I almost began to cry . Oh what a shock and I havent been the same since. This was a good write and so true indeed but like you say we are able to go so why should we complain life can be good if your a nut like me for I am one cray lady and have great fun anyways

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I like it
acctually I think its quite humorous. Im pretty quite young so I dont know how you feel but I think everybody feels this way once they hit the upper 20s....
just remember that ur not older until the next age (if ur 46 than 47 is old but once u turn 47 than 48 is old) I tell that to my dad alot, it makes him feel a little better about his age ^^
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I've been waking up knowing I'm 25 for the past 25 years, and you know what?
I AM!!!
The mirror is a bloody liar.

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oh yes, the reality of growing older, and the gentle acceptance that comes when we know we have to just let it go and move on, and be thankful for being alive.
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l.o.l.
wow, how very frank you write! I like that.
this could've easily been another whoa is me pieces, but you gave it some hope with that last line..
"I am alive healthy and strong".. need anymore be said?
great piece.

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well I can't help it, but this poem brought me amusement and laughter.
I know I'm 24 but I have the same thoughts about myself when I look in the mirror!
At least you have some accomplishments under your belt
Your poem has such detail that would normally be ignored that it makes it feel more like peeking into your actual thoughts or memory, not just something you wanted to share, but as if I was spying on you.
That's what it seems like.
Your attempt at optimism isn't lost, it's a bit more like apathy or giving up, but it's headed in the bright light direction.


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vodka for breakfast?

not good,
is it to release your morning tension?
I prefer a heavy cup of coffee.
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I like this a lot. Its so punchy and real, such a relief from the twee.
'I get into the shower and shake my head at my fat ass
I reach for the body building shampoo for my now lackluster hair
God has played a mean trick on me'
oh yes I know that feeling!! Oh gimme the coffee.
Great write keep penning!
Jem

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yeah you are right it does suck sometimes
Like your style. Makes a balding writer like myself grab his nuts throw them over his shoulder and go back to bed.


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Fantastic slice of life writing. I feel like this all the time LOL. This is essentially free verse, but it flows beautifully. I like the 'positivity' as you wrap the poem up with. This reminds me of some of the English poet Vicki Feaver's work. I don't know why though (although I have actually met Feaver & she has a similar attitude to life I think). I keep wanting to write something like this but I seem to flounder somewhere. Thanks for the inspiration. I may try something in this style again.


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a good poem penned, wow that old lol everytime i wake up i still think i am in nappies, and the screaming starts right away, there is no need for a mirror.
i will opt for the vodka one as i do not drink coffee. body building shampoo is that the kind that does pressups on the shelf? well being a male i won't opt for the red dress though my fat ass would look good in one i reckon.

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we all should realise that it's a good day to be alive...
and enjoy those moments that may not be there tomorrow!
Interesting perspectives!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill

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great read
love lou reed.. velvet underground too!
i was great in english at school would be nice to have some of my work reviewed by you if you like?


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