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To my Reflection
A shadow of my existence,
Staring through the looking glass.
Lying to me,
Mocking me,
Jeering with a smile,
With a Completion I wish was mine.
I lay in bed,
Peering through the black, still, nothingness,
And lie through my clenched, chipping teeth.
"This reflection is me."
But it isn't.
I am shattered.
The reflection whispers
Through my mind,
Into the night
"You cannot see the true you.
Only a Shadow...Shadow...Shadow..."
And I cry.
Because my lying reflection speaks the truth.
Because I cannot see what is wrong with me,
Only a superficial reflection
Of the lie I display for those I love.
Of a person I know longer am,
Of the truth I used to be.
I am nought but a reflection.
But a Shadow.
A shadow of my existence,
Staring through the looking glass.
Lying to me,
Mocking me,
Jeering with a smile,
With a Completion I wish was mine.
I lay in bed,
Peering through the black, still, nothingness,
And lie through my clenched, chipping teeth.
"This reflection is me."
But it isn't.
I am shattered.
The reflection whispers
Through my mind,
Into the night
"You cannot see the true you.
Only a Shadow...Shadow...Shadow..."
And I cry.
Because my lying reflection speaks the truth.
Because I cannot see what is wrong with me,
Only a superficial reflection
Of the lie I display for those I love.
Of a person I know longer am,
Of the truth I used to be.
I am nought but a reflection.
But a Shadow.
Literature
Deletion
I am the deep silent rage
Of deletion itself
Dare not speak my true name
Or unleash chaos
Upon your realm
I will awaken however
Upon your call
Utter the forbidden speakings
And I shall obey
And erase it all
I will not rest
My essence will pulsate
Until your request is complete
I will carry out your word
I will leave no star still lit
So dare not speak my true name
If you care for all that exists
Literature
you're ruining your teeth
i think i
lost my way with words -
maggot-skulled,
i've unlearned imagery
or:
13 cavities
rotting to
bone-crowns &
starvation-poetry
Literature
cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
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My reflection stares at me after my shower. I stand there vulnerable and unclothed, no pretenses or appearances or expectations flaunted on display. My makeup is running. My heavy false smiles falls away. Am I still Beautiful? Am I still Me? Because I can no longer tell with no one watching. I can no longer tell who I am. I have no idea what to expect from myself.
Because I always fail my own expectations.
I'm always too busy fulfilling everyone else's.
I am but a reflection of what they all see.
I am a Breathing Lie.
Because I always fail my own expectations.
I'm always too busy fulfilling everyone else's.
I am but a reflection of what they all see.
I am a Breathing Lie.
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This was deep and somewhat normal coming from you I liked the idea; you have kept it a bit obscure in the poem and you have explained it in the description. A poem should explain itself. So see if you can make such changes. and you should look pretty after a shower no? I don;t think you are fat