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    Mirrors by Yvette Carbajal thur 6,17,09

    Never satisfied with what you see when you look into this piece of glass. Your reflection holding your face with your hands. A nonexistant twin reach for the being as it reaches for you but impossible to touch.

    You only see yourself as you look in the mirror. The clone of your every feature.

    You shatter the glass your hand drips blood. As the small pieces fall to your feet. You look above only to see a reflection as it were a puzzle unsolved.

    Portions of your face are missing you seem disguised. You turn to this only to hide the body have on the outside. You deprive the mirror you see your reflection no more.

    You walk out the door. Running into a mirror once more.

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    gregster commented on mirrors

    02-19-2010

    THIS IS LIKE A SCARY MOVIE OR A PERSON SAD OR IN GREAT PAIN WITH THEIR LOOKS.......I LIKE ...THIS CAN GO INTO A LOT OF HOLLYWOOD SCENES

    TREVON commented on mirrors

    10-19-2009

    It wonderful you can even recognize yourself in the mirror, many people can not. We project and pretend some much even we do not know what is reality. good poem. Trevon

    Tray4 commented on mirrors

    07-21-2009

    wooooo The metaphor, this is a unique display on what is truly hidden beneath. Seeing yourself yet trying to find yourself in some way.

    frog commented on mirrors

    07-20-2009

    Oh I LOVED this! I love the detailed way this poem describes something I can feel but am unable to express on my own. What a gift that is.

    Kity commented on mirrors

    07-18-2009

    wow really powerful, true too i too catch myself running into myself now and again.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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