show me myself
I'll look at the moon
a reflection of bits of who i am
a portrait painted of mirrors
a detection of myself in every one of them
i might feel lost
but charmed by my own mystery
this wind will blow
to directions i may never see the end of
mirrors i might never face
the stars are strewn across
an endless sky
and i take refuge in these pieces
of myself
that they glisten every night
I'm looking for solutions
for the horrible things
transmitted across the world
and i am starting with myself
as i have found
their existences resides on
the reflection of the
horrible things within this
only body that i am aware of
within this mirror named
Alyssa
Author notes
not meant to be emotional... this is fact in my mind.
based on the idea that we are only aware of things by the reflections of ourselves that we see in them. Being that we are the only things that we are truly aquainted with in this "world", we only recognize other things, other people, by the parts of ourselves that we see in them. Thus we are apart of everything in our worlds.. everything in our worlds are apart of us.
This could be carried in many directions. this poem is just one of them.
Written June 2nd, 2004
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excellent
"show me myself
I'll look at the moon
a reflection of bits of who i am
a portrait painted of mirrors
a detection of myself in every one of them"
i really like that first stanza it just grips you and makes you keep reading. -
I loved the first stanza...the lines "I'll look at the moon
/a reflection of bits of who i am"...I didn't catch a definate rhyme scheme....but I don't bother to make any either in my work...anyway...I likey'd ::applause::...it sounded nice out loud
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Great job
I loved the "portrait painted of mirrors" part- it was very original and went along with the next line perfectly. I liked the fact that it didn't rhyme- somehow, it didn't seem like a rhyming-type poem.
Awsome job.
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