my face


  • Dano
  • perhaps its worth another look...

my face

caught a glimpse of my face today
listened to see what the mirror would say
with my hair pulled back my reflection screamed
and pointed out things i havent seen

exposed are the lines
in the corners of my eyes
cracked and broken is the skin
with layers of pain held within

behind the shades of green and brown
with stresses abound
the darker shades and tones beneath
reveal a dreadful lack of sleep

sagging and heavy my eyes tell a tale now
as they retreat from my furrowed brow
sad and broken and devoid of shine
cold and empty and so unkind

the tone of my flesh seems all wrong
as all my glow seems to have gone
flat and cold does my skin appear
stained and eroded by ancient tears

littering my face my lips form a scowl
and awful display of my former mouth
weighted corners shaping my frown
a contorted smile turned upside down

as i caught a glimpse of my face today
saw what the mirror had to say
turned around and walked away
and hoped that others dont see me that way



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irreverent commented on my face


I likewise suffer from a distorted self-image. I think I've decided, it doesn't matter what I look like, all the people I truly consider beautiful are beautiful from the inside out - that's what real people see you know, what's on the inside, when we show it. You have MUCH beauty inside D - otherwise you wouldn't be the poet you are.

Chela commented on my face


You know, I have looked @ the mirror @ times n wonder what happened to the real me...I love make up n most of the time I wear it to lift up my esteem, but deep inside I know who is the real me...U have such a gift how u r able to describe each n one of ur feeling, how to draw them in such a beautiful way!



yeah sometimes it is easy to ignore your own face but when you stop and really take look at yourself it becomes a difficult realization as to why you have ignored it... thank you for reading and commenting

SavVySam commented on my face


I was just pondering the irony of the fact that our ability to see close up starts to fade about the time we really need to begin standing back a bit from the mirror...I guess that bit of a hazy view is a kindness granted??? lol Very interesting and honest share in this great write!



once again thank you sam...

inkmaster commented on my face


I know about that mirror thing Dano.. Its seems like we just say hello then its time to say goodbye...inkmaster



thanks for reading ink

MarionYost commented on my face


This is one hell of a poem. Loved the closing stanza. I'm looking forward to reading more. This one's similar to my "Man in the Glass" slightly different feel though. I enjoyed reading and hope to read more of yours soon. All the best -Marion-



i will go and check out your 'man in the glass'... thank you for reading...

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

Dano’s Poems (150)

Title Comments
Title Comments
from an angels view 19
searching the darkness 10
a letter from santa 14
thanksgiving (acrostic) 12
the depth of... 11
ive wished 7
absentee 12
this is... 13
a journey into the dark 7
the cold of november 14
your voice 12
the yin to the yang 14
twisted 9
autumn 14
i think it happened again 11
luna~tic 19
the darkness 13
a blinding eclipse 16
the universe... 18
the wind of sorrow 14
my sorrow weeps 16
where but the dark... 12
immortal kiss 47
in a darkened room 17
our mother 7
within these flames 12
nocturnal (acrostic) classic rock 7
behind wrought iron bars 25
what i write (part 2) 8
today 17
the world in grey 6
the reality of... 5
in the shadow of a mountain 6
nothing will ever be the same 10
of cemetary dreams (and nightmare scapes) 12
next to a bed... 18
but... 15
at a funeral 12
seventeen (acrostic) 11
the fortunate one(s) 7
what did i do... 24
ashes to dust 45
dancing in the moonlight 14
disempowering the pain 14
the butterfly 10
what i write 14
sorry (i killed the after glow) 11
the humidity rises (an erotic tale) 9
pieces of light 8
the sad pumpkin &... 9
my face 12
for a long time... 14
(an explination of) distractions 6
tell me... 6
the charelston cookie tin 9
silent self destruction 8
exposed 13
the means of the day (a true valentines poem) 2
a poem about nothing... 8
blood bleeds black 7
dissecting myself 3
i will be just fine 3
the stacking of bricks 3
the complexities of depression... 4
spirits & ghosts 3
**random chaos** 2
bloodlust 3
...somethings missing... 2
15 years... 3
beauty sleeps entombed (parts 1 & 2) 3
**untitled** 2
the overstuffed closet 3
the candy dish 2
anxiety speaks 2
**untitled** 2
myself and the light 6
the fog 2
fire and tears 3
cerebral meltdown 3
sometimes i wish... 1
drawing strength from a starr... 2
**untitled** 1
the flower garden 3
nature... 1
reaching out 2
the dark and the light... 1
the insistent demon 2
sorry... 3
forgive me lover... (parts 1 & 2) 2
im so sorry... 3
**no title... just random thoughts** 1
to eternity... 2
winter wind whips... 1
tired 2
lucid dream 1
the rains came... 2
the mourning light 1
another jagged pill 1
i just cant... 1
burning within 4
inside of me 1
projected pain 1
the night... the dakness & the truth? 1
panic 2
the mourning fog 1
when the fires burn 1
through the night 1
shadow casts 0
a mournful rain 1
i cant protect me 2
my comfort place 0
an echo shifts 1
the monster 2
welcome to my life 0
the past is alive... 1
... 1
standing on the edge 2
my smile... 1
anxiety 2
my reality 0
another view... 0
untitled... 0
jagged pill 2
in the dark 1
what to do 1
how can i... 1
life... 3
a crust of pain 1
keeping me weak... 2
my dark world 3
another night of wondering 2
in the attic 4
i hold most dear 2
the me inside of me 2
another day 1
dreamed in a dream 2
a year in the life (dealing with death) 1
i look... 1
where my secrets are kept 1
a mouthful of words 2
i will not fear (when my eyes are blind) 2
i am aware (i'm already dead) 7
standing in the silence of my own shadow... 3
a blinding dark 1
growing pain 3
the longest of nights 5
... 7