Conversations With My Mirror

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  1. Youlleatamuffinandlikeit

    Youlleatamuffinandlikeit Well-Known Member

    Conversations With My Mirror

    You,
    Are the source of all vileness,
    Corrupted by the inferiority of your failings,
    With your alien intrusions,
    One cannot live with the vain’s protrusions.

    You,
    Are the giver of all pain,
    Sounding out your daily torment,
    Insipidly causing the fool to wane,
    The hidden pyramid of unpretentious ailment.

    You,
    Are the soldier of isolation,
    The paladin of abandonment,
    Weaving your unholy space between the stars,
    Blasphemously enforcing the concordat of your black tyranny.

    He,
    Is the flawed epitome of perfection,
    A brown cake, merely the smallest of flakes,
    Desperately fighting your infection,
    Not knowing how to slam on the brakes.

    He,
    Can only cover your wounds,
    Found the ferment of fixing,
    Night covers the sounds,
    Of all the feelings I’ve found.

    He,
    Is the mediator of disputes,
    The peddler of absence,
    Lacking now in repute,
    This is not living, but his subsistence.

    ~ Muffin
     
  2. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    Muffin...this is real superb...what talent...J
     
  3. Youlleatamuffinandlikeit

    Youlleatamuffinandlikeit Well-Known Member

    Hey

    Thank you so much. All of my poetry is autobiographical in some way. I haven't had a whole lot of emotional honesty throughout my life, and so I feel that it comes out through my writing. I want to draw the reader into my world, make them feel what I feel.
     
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