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Mirror Image |
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Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
Mirror Image I have heard it said, from wise-men who should know. Sometimes we are blessed or cursed with a mirror image to our soul. Our paths have crossed in more than one way. Darkness gathers as we try to hold each other at bay. You lost your best friend, most probable in a suicide. I lost mine too, through jealousy and lies. Everyone that surrounds you, wants you for a night to ride. But, they don't understand it. You could have them all, but they will never get inside. You've been to hades and back and you're a real bad one to be around. Well, here's one up on you. My heart is as cold as the ice on the ground. In times of trouble or duress, you often turn to the drink. I've learned my own limit of weakness. So instead, I turn inward to reflect and to think. You've been scarred and you've been scared. I've been locked inside a dark closet with no one who even dared to care. I've been beaten down by other's so often, that I refuse to be battered or bruised anymore. So, I've decided to barathrum with all of them, as onward and upward I soar. But, instead, you've chosen to reach out and you've caught yourself a beautiful butterfly. Be careful, my friend. If you hold it too tight, it will only wither and die. You're like the flame that draws the moths. I'm like a wolf that is ravenous, tearing into all flesh that is too soft. But, beware of the flickering flame. Be aware of those for whom you carry your guilt and your shame. There is such greatness inside of you. There is the danger that lurkes and hides. You know to you, I will speak only the truth, and to you, my mirrored image, I would never lie. My heart is like the bitter ice. Such ice is cold and holds nothing worth risking or taking at the cost. I've surrounded myself with beauty of words and bitter Edgar Allen Poe. You love Annabelle Lee and I love the pious raven, who quotes the impeccable never more, eleqantly, like so. I feign insanity, to let anyone else in. My world was a quiet sanctuary, filled with my passions, quilt, and evil sins. So quietly... ever so quietly... You knew what my lying heart has always known. There is a dark, dark, mirrored image to every writer's scarred and withered black soul. Just a little note here: I first posted this piece on the mature site due to some colorful use of language. Sometimes in writing the wrong words are just the right words to use. So I presented it nicely and reposted it again. I deeply apologize to my mirrored image for striping and exposing you once more. Hope you don't catch cold! |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
nicely penned! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Intense! Stripped down, it is still intense. Does it take the wind out of you to write like this? WHEW! |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
Agian, I love this.Thank you, I just realized you left yourself as naked as you left me  Very nice and scary insightful Gina, thank you for the write.Jason |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow! |
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Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
thank you for the honesty, and yes, it leaves me alittle winded after pieces like this midnitesun and alittle drained. I'm finding the more you put into your writing the more it takes out of you. |
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Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
Jason your welcome again. A little baring of the souls now and then is good for both of us I think. Glad you could appreciate it! |
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Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
Brad, thank you. |
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Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
passing shadows, thanks. |
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carol Senior Member
since 2003-01-25
Posts 624Florida USA |
Very good poem  Real friends celebrate in who we are and have faith in all that we can become |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Gina, you certaily do have a way with words, and I love it.  Hugs, Ethel |
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