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Mirror, mirror on the wall, could you catch me if I fall? Separated by a sheet of glass I feel you looking every time I pass Though I sit here all alone, it's never just me roaming this home Mirror, mirror, on the floor, are you mad I slammed the door? I go off in a fit of rage, you're left alone up on the stage Quietly rewriting my fantasies, anxiously hoping I'll take time to see Mirror, mirror, in the pool, once again I am love's fool You show me what you think I need Never anticipating I like to bleed You bring your woes to counter my sorrows I'm sorry, my dear, we're all out of tomorrows Mirror, mirror, in a box, I tossed the key and changed the locks Reflections aren't supposed to burn but you showed me things I wasn't ready to learn I call it fate when the timing is wrong, then sing our ending like an overplayed song
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
Shattered
i have always been her she has always been me yet lately, she's been growing up wrinkling her skin when she smiles and i will always be a child i have always been her she has always been me yet lately, she's been seeing wider horizons opening her eyes to broad daylight and i will always hide behind the moon i have always been her she has always been me yet lately, she's been transforming a metamorphosis, emerging into something new and i will always be a caterpillar.
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May 21, 2023
May 21, 2023 at 4:20 AM UTC
i have always been her, she has always been me
you'll find someone to love and hold on to and you'll have happy times together forget why you went with one another and where you went, for what but suppose it makes no difference to two lovebirds it's the kind of love that makes people turn their heads mirrored in their faces is everything we want so we just stare, waiting for our reflection though that might wain love's thrill comes in rolling on the crest of another day as sure as a sunrise
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Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC
Black Cat
I was bruised and worn smelling fishy I stopped by your door And smelled something meaty Your *** of soup was soothing to taste And your bouncy couch touched with honor Your favorite smile tasted like cherries And your graceful hands served with courtesy You nurtured groomed and pampered me Touching all cords of my being with care Your very fine and pleasant self Scolded grief off my chest Few months on I heard a knock The look on his face was a messy conundrum And oh a more twisted puzzle   Was the news that you joined the heavenly ones A truth I could only genuinely solve When I laid a wreath on your tomb Back in your house same reflective day I looked into your white bedside mirror And saw you clear standing right there Did the doctor properly lie? Or the siren genuinely faked? I could promise I saw you real I saw your plain humble face And saw your colourful breath I saw your clear pretty smile And saw your bona fide warmth The holy woman in the clever mirror Was the maiden you carefully nurtured The woman you gently groomed And the angel you smoothly pampered I masticated every word you sang Now here I am Looking pretty just like you
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
MIRRORED
she's done so many things she never thought she could do. she's loved herself more than ever before, and yet, the revulsion when she looks in the mirror has never felt so true.
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
good girls don't hate themselves
Imagine Hey trying idiot, to you process are two making voices a at fool the of same yourself. time.
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
MirroredderorriM
Upon a midnight’s visage airy, T’was a lake frozen by fairy, …and weighing on mind’s tonnage bearing? There for ice’ opaqueness winter’s seized, …and arms encased in rime; trees. “Oh my,” At dark of sky thought the eye of something troubling upon my mind? And the frosty cloudy glass, Take to it upon my axe, …and the sting of shards will pass. And will I eat at last. Thusly, thrusting through the skull, wettened, weakened for the cold. …and burden carry I with me, So encased in rime is he, Doth make of fishing’s night a chore, Something that I do abhor! …and stare I did into that sea, …my frory breathe in imagery, Dismay it did fluster me, when my eye captured by Sea, ...and in whirling thoughts could reflection see? …and something else came back with me. Pool with drops, light curves, dark rings; in vapid mind now find nothing... T’was a misty sheen seen after showers? A damp muggy place of reflecting hours, Typhoid strange did make snowing; The Asteraceae of my wilted flowers, …and that Wren philosophically sings, …and at lake a lone be -ing, Appearing peering my soliloquy, I am therefore I into thee. …and fixed calm stared back at me, “What pray tell I Enquiry?” Did something else look back at me? ...and glaring gaze thus did see, something I had hid from me, …and gawking in my mind did ogle; a malevolence of thought once frugal... A gaping, oscillating, pierced Abyss, forced farther back into consciousness... Deeper in and further still, Climb atop Old Arthur’s hill, …and the winged Raven’s nearer, reflected on me in my mirror? …and time did pass turning frozen dying, icy tears of sadness from my crying, …so did silent Hume release, all the pain that’s troubling me; whilst frozen frame thus held in peace? I fell forward and felt submerged, Both characters, both now have merged. And that creature which accompanied me? Found a solace back in wine dark sea.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
Mirrored
Upon a midnight’s visage airy, T’was a lake frozen by fairy, …and weighing on mind’s tonnage bearing? There for ice’ opaqueness winter’s seized, …and arms encased in rime; trees. “Oh my,” At dark of sky thought the eye of something troubling upon my mind? And the frosty cloudy glass, Take to it upon my axe, …and the sting of shards will pass. And will I eat at last. Thusly, thrusting through the skull, wettened, weakened for the cold. …and burden carry I with me, So encased in rime is he, Doth make of fishing’s night a chore, Something that I do abhor! …and stare I did into that sea, …my frory breathe in imagery, Dismay it did fluster me, when my eye captured by Sea, ...and in whirling thoughts could reflection see? …and something else came back with me. Pool with drops, light curves, dark rings; in vapid mind now find nothing... T’was a misty sheen seen after showers? A damp muggy place of reflecting hours, Typhoid strange did make snowing; The Asteraceae of my wilted flowers, …and that Wren philosophically sings, …and at lake a lone be -ing, Appearing peering my soliloquy, I am therefore I into thee. …and fixed calm stared back at me, “What pray tell I Enquiry?” Did something else look back at me? ...and glaring gaze thus did see, something I had hid from me, …and gawking in my mind did ogle; a malevolence of thought once frugal... A gaping, oscillating, pierced Abyss, forced farther back into consciousness... Deeper in and further still, Climb atop Old Arthur’s hill, …and the winged Raven’s nearer, reflected on me in my mirror? …and time did pass turning frozen dying, icy tears of sadness from my crying, …so did silent Hume release, all the pain that’s troubling me; whilst frozen frame thus held in peace? I fell forward and felt submerged, Both characters, both now have merged. And that creature which accompanied me? Found a solace back in wine dark sea.
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Somewhere in this world someone will be writing this down, word for word. "A doppelganger of thought, Wondering what the other looks like as they expel this on to white. Words mirroring conciseness.
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
A doppelganger of thought