Within paradise of imagination we thrive
But this reflection bares only our demented visage of our self
No matter how we toil and bleed for the sake of our appearance
This reflective lie shown to us morning, noon, and night
We cringe ironically
Simply from flicking gaze onto our natural look
The photograph weaving personal cyanide
Giving record to our misguided attempts
Showing reflection of what we know
Unfamiliar to us
Proof that our misguided machinations are all for naught
Living in a swirl of dementia
Simply for the fact that we as a whole
Do not know our self
Author notes
Pieces
Cyanide
Dementia
Ironic
Records
Broken
Reflection
Weave
Bleed
Cringe
Paradise
Imagination
The crow and the butterfly XD
A contest entry
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Comments
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outstanding
nice poem
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niiice!
Very good poem, I'm impressed!
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I Like It!
I like it. It seems a little cryptic in a way like not exactly to the point but I understand the meaning (I Think!!!) lol But thanks for entering and Good Luck in the contest!
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