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My Refection.
Contributed by
deathdrop
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Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 07:51:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I stare into my reflection.
My eyes flaming like a Bunsen.
My clothes black and dampened.
From my tears, I feel broken.
Re-opened.
Dead from questions.
Swollen.
Whitened.
Frozen…
I need get up,
And stand my ground.
There’s no time to stand around.
But I can’t escape, things surround.
I can’t get out!
There’s no time to stay where I am.
No time to revise for my exams.
Every thing spins, it’s starting to slam.
This is me, it’s where I am.
My refection holds my truth.
Here I stand, wasting my youth.
I look in the mirror, and see my face.
I feel numb, often chased.
When I get mad, I slip out of place.
This is me, I have no grace.
Here I am, it’s my place.
broken tears, broken soul, broken me.
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2004-05-03 07:51:22]
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Re: My Refection.
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by deathdrop on
Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 11:40:49 AM AEST
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Re: My Refection.
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by n2dep2care on
Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 03:07:36 PM AEST
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I like your poem a lot.
"I stare into my reflection.
My eyes flaming like a Bunsen.
My clothes black and dampened.
From my tears, I feel broken.
Re-opened."
I understand this stanza, more than I'd like to admit. I too feel broken, and continously re-opened. Great line- wonderful poem. |
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