Okay, just to tide us over until Adolescent09 comes back. Let's try 'mirror on the wall'.
DEADLINE: NOVEMBER 15th
Last edited by ampoule; 10-28-2014 at 01:52 AM.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
The mirror on the wall is deceitful
It mocks my tears and laughs at my sorrow
Once a reflection of a successful man
It now shows one racked with the pain
Of the things I find impossible to understand
Mirror. Mirror on the wall
Is life worth living after all?
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
mirror on the wall
triggers with the force
that when lying on the floor
I shant see it at all.
Last edited by cacian; 10-29-2014 at 02:05 PM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
The mirror on the wall is black
Obsidian, reflecting what?
But I still stare and it stares back
With affirmations trapped by “but”.
Though some would say there’s nothing there,
No need to fear what’s dead and dark,
But others know and say, “Don’t stare!
Don’t tempt it to come leave its mark.”
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Oh my, these are wonderful.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Bump-bump!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
The Gilded Mirror
Ostentatiously bedecked
in golden frame
which proves to be naught
but gilded facade,
its shimmering surface
whispers only lies and deceit.
Entrancing the vain
lavishing in seeing themselves
complimented by such gaudy
trimmings, their own beauty
may so easily wear away
as the varnish that so
impresses them with
the shine of false affluence.
They pray at this altar
to which they sell away
their souls, and never notice
the decay which starts to crack
around their edges as the glass
becomes dingy, and its filigree
erodes, from gold to gray-green.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
judges anyone this is long overdue??!
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Thanks, Lady Amp!
Subject for net contest: Tis the Season
Deadline December 31
Good hunting!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
It’s the season again when the presents appear
But I have delayed like I have every year.
What should I give her? How would I know?
Keep the receipts is the best way to go.
A gift card might work, but she wants me to guess,
Telepathically pick out her choice from the mess.
And what do I want to be under the tree?
Not much. Maybe food and some warm company.
She tells me that I am the worst of the lot.
There’s nothing to give me that I haven’t got.
Giving and getting are harder to do
When nothing is needed except me and you.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
This is absolutely the best. What a lucky woman. What a wonderful gift you have given her. At least I hope you will give her a copy of this.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Mistletoe
First we met beneath the mistletoe,
I with Queen Maeve eyes
you lost within your winter storms.
It was the ancient rite,
you had the taste of cinnamon,
spiced mulled wine,
whilst I inhaled the scent
of pine.
The Yule log burns,
revelers held within its protective glow,
warmth spreads through the skin,
specters of futures gone
and futures yet to come
flit through the flames.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/