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He stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tears
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his
He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.
He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.
A con you could say, no one pronounced his name
he beamed when spat at; he felt no shame
He would pose a victim, he would express pain
he then shall betray that companion, again and again
Yet if one ponders with reason, the fault is not his;
not knowing purpose of life created what he is
so he adapts like the crops that adapt to the rain
all he does is adapt to what shall bring him gain
A corpse now remains, that is all one would see
zombie inviting chaos as if that was all he could be.
Yet he wishes to revert, if only one time
he could recognize in the mirror, the frightful mime
He stared deeper one last time but alas he could not solve the case
for all he saw in the mirror, was a man without a face.
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his
He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.
He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.
A con you could say, no one pronounced his name
he beamed when spat at; he felt no shame
He would pose a victim, he would express pain
he then shall betray that companion, again and again
Yet if one ponders with reason, the fault is not his;
not knowing purpose of life created what he is
so he adapts like the crops that adapt to the rain
all he does is adapt to what shall bring him gain
A corpse now remains, that is all one would see
zombie inviting chaos as if that was all he could be.
Yet he wishes to revert, if only one time
he could recognize in the mirror, the frightful mime
He stared deeper one last time but alas he could not solve the case
for all he saw in the mirror, was a man without a face.
Literature
Letting Go of You
Letting Go of You:
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon
Literature
Portrait of my Mind
I lie here,
A river flowing in my eyes.
The Sun steps back to disappear,
As the moon unmasks its disguise.
The lonely stars are full of fears;
Trapped, never to be set free.
Droplets of rain their tears;
Silently they make their plea.
The sky is a pot of glitter,
Spilt over a pool of dark blue ink.
Between thoughts my mind flickers,
Into memories my mind sinks.
I watch the stars fade out,
As I lie thinking of you.
The breeze breathes life into my body
Fixing me together like glue.
Literature
Behind Hollowed Eyes
Behind Hollowed Eyes
Day after day-
I tried continuing on to live this way
With damaged veins made of concrete-
I am the undone suicide that was kept a secret
But I can no longer exist-
Inside of this pretentious skin
There is a past that I wish I didn't remember
There is a future that just looks too painful
There is nothing you can say or do that will help
Because...there is..,no turning back now
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I draw everything away within the undertow
I smother the remnants of your reincarnated hope
I am the lost child you took for granted all those years ago
I am a maelstrom of deceit
I am a darkness that you cannot defeat
I am the awaiting fa
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Everyone should have a purpose of life. Unless a man defines it, he cannot decide on other actions of his, descsions of life move in a haphazard dance and eventually a person is just left as a corpse moving around.
A person who just takes any sort of gain and adapts to situations only for the sole purpose of finding the reason of his existence.
This work reflects such a man. A man who knows not who he is, a man without a face.
For those Kind enough to critique:
1. What sort of feelings do you have for the man?
2. Do you side with him in any way?
3. Over all, did the work make sense?
4. General comments.
Thank you!
P.S No, this is not slenderman or at least was in no way inspired by him.
A person who just takes any sort of gain and adapts to situations only for the sole purpose of finding the reason of his existence.
This work reflects such a man. A man who knows not who he is, a man without a face.
For those Kind enough to critique:
1. What sort of feelings do you have for the man?
2. Do you side with him in any way?
3. Over all, did the work make sense?
4. General comments.
Thank you!
P.S No, this is not slenderman or at least was in no way inspired by him.
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1. The man made me think of the monster in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. He had potential for good but it got so twisted because his expectations weren't met. Physically he was a monster and then he became one in his soul. His appearance was no longer the real problem.
2. I did not side with him. but I did have pity for him.
3. Over all it did make sense.
5. It made me think. I appreciate the link you sent so I could read this. It is always cool to discover another's perspective and words.
2. I did not side with him. but I did have pity for him.
3. Over all it did make sense.
5. It made me think. I appreciate the link you sent so I could read this. It is always cool to discover another's perspective and words.