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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
Mirrors only reflect that which lies in our eyes, bruised scars and raccoon masks—the darkened flesh that shows little other than pain. The puddles and puddles of tears that swell inside, serve only to diminish the sweet whispering hues that tint our eyes—brilliant shades of green and brown and blue. True pain is not shown, fervently concealed behind years of well-tended masks; veiled with wide-eyed smiles beneath felsitic clouds that only add to the false happiness’s which are so often created to wile friends, neighbors. Mirrors do not reflect our souls, cannot be placed beside our hearts so as to see their pulse, beat, breath. They do not cast shadows—other than the gray we ourselves hold deep within; the gray that lives amidst our thoughts, drowning bliss in an overflowing deluge of slate. Gray on gray. Silver rain falling from slate skies, drowning bliss in a sea of gray. Others need not use mirrors to see us. But, still, our reflections are not cast in their direction; they may see value when staring constantly, but they do not see— at least not very vividly—the person we wish to be. Mirrors serve only us. They show us—and others can already see—the make-up, the wide streaks of hues (no, never gray) that we use to disguise all—the pain, the hate, the despair—that we rues. But . . . they never show the true tears of we clowns. —For "Shorty" TkB © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
They never show anythng other than what we present to the world. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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