[nobodylaiceps]

1.

I'm tired of my figure in the mirror.
I cracked so many of them,
But now my reflection is even more queer.

Take my lipstick and draw on a smile,
Drink a half gallon and grin for a while.
Liquor's all gone so I grimace,
So, with a razor I cut a happy face.
Losing consciousness, now I'm numb and floating in space.

People stare but I know they're smiling with me.
Muh face is always bright and happy for all to see.


2.

A friend gave me a new mirror yesterday,
And when I look in it I laugh and go out to play.

Some people are, some just play, and others just act.
I exist, play, and attempt to act with tact.

Pondering on who to be today,
How to think, and what to say.
Something interesting finally happened today,
Death took me away moments ago, and to my joy it brought no one dismay.

[LullabyHearts]

When I first started writing poetry I was always making the lines flow the way I wanted them to flow but in retrospect...they just weren't working. I like the idea you have going. I love the title, Mirror of My Mind. But I really think you need to keep the lines consistant.

[RENA HANDS]

A perplexing idea. I am not confused by the imagery, but am curious to the execution of writing. What style of writing is it?

[dearest]

Hmmm...interesting. Love the second section especially. And what a sad, poignant last line! But I have to say that I'm also curious about the style. Is it a particular rhyming structure, or just free verse with some end rhymes?

[Jayna]

i like this poem. Its not a normal style of poetry but you said what needed to be said. I feel that you were tired of faking a smile and existing to just be fake so you put a perment simle on your face.

[Alex]

I like the idea of how she busted the mirror because she despised her own reflecton but it is quite a sad fact.

[Peppy]

That was excellent. (Amatuer poet speaking.) The first part seems sad. Then the second part, in a weird and demnted way, it was sort of happy--or maybe I'm just thinking that I feel like a burden to others and I'm just better off gone. Hmmmmmm...

Good poem, again.

[nobodylaiceps]

Originally Posted by RENA HANDS

A perplexing idea. I am not confused by the imagery, but am curious to the execution of writing. What style of writing is it?

No particular style, just free verse; It was written rather quickly. To tell the truth, I do not truly know that many styles of poetry or how to obide the rules of them. I need help with my poetry. If you can call it poetry, Rena.

[nobodylaiceps]

Originally Posted by Jayna

i like this poem. Its not a normal style of poetry but you said what needed to be said. I feel that you were tired of faking a smile and existing to just be fake so you put a perment simle on your face.

I need practice with keeping my prose consistant, to be honest. But I wrote this quickly and wrote it however lengthy it need be to stress my point.
I was tired of acting (in this poem, though this is very relative to my reality) and I chose to slip further into psychosis and be happy with that, with the diminishing of my ego.

[nobodylaiceps]

Originally Posted by Peppy

That was excellent. (Amatuer poet speaking.) The first part seems sad. Then the second part, in a weird and demnted way, it was sort of happy--or maybe I'm just thinking that I feel like a burden to others and I'm just better off gone. Hmmmmmm...

Good poem, again.

Thank you for the compliment; I rather like this one myself. The intention of the second part was to be a happy ending. The 'player' in the poem, (myself actually) did not kill himself, but his ego and all that it contains. (Something I have not truly completed yet.)

Thank you again.