You, Who Are My Mirror

does not it mean that create your own myth instead of reading others' and feeling identification with them.nice sharing!sunshines!

Awesome :)

Thanks, hart. I think i would very much like to hear that.

This could probably be set very well to an angry blues-rock melody.

Thanks so much, Twelvestrings

I love this :)

To be honest it sounds like you are talking about gossip.

Or a bad friend.



Or..



It made me imagine



I like things that make me imagine, thanks.

very poignent words and a true reflection of how i guess you are feeling

from the soul and from the heart

such a perfect place for you to start

you sound so sad and full of sorrow

but trust there is always tommorrow

Thanks for the input, Ferric.

This poem has life, and with its legs it crawls...quietly slithering to a contentious heap of resentment...and betrayal. Free your spirit from attachment and allow your soul to soar high beyond any horizon...for there will be no limits to your containment. That is your destiny...an honest, liberated mind.

Well, hey, I'm nothing if not funky!



Thanks, vamp! :)

Wow I really like this. IT makes sense in a funky sort of way. : )

Oh the pain and hurt you must be feeling. Even if the writing just touches on it, it is well done.



Yes, just accept the compliment. :) Good Idea!



Bach did not become a great pianist overnight. I imagine your written expressions will work their ways to perfection with practice as well.

Thank you, Ronan.



I know poetry isn't your thing...so, I appreciate that. :)

Dark and powerful, girly. I read and reread several times seeing more with each read.

Perpetual forward motion...has to be a good thing, I believe.



Thanks for the comment, Shap.

oh : where did you got this from but it touched some very sensitive and aching links inside my heart and my mind still stumbling apart - thank you for these feelings which kept me go ahead - alone but still very determined

Thank you very much, Twin.

i like it :)

Powerful writing, Girly. I make a note that you end this poem with the word "destiny". How apt that fate has the final word. ;)

Thanks so much to all of you. I haven't shared poetry out in the open for a while but you guys do make it worth it when I do.



Thanks again for reading and commenting. It truly means a lot to me.

Dang, girl! It didn't rhyme and even I still got it and felt it! THat was deep and wrenching! Kudos, and thanks for sharing!

Pheeew! You are officially a poet in my book, my friend :)

Thanks so much, Sunshine.



I want so badly to tell you why it isn't....but it's a new deal I have with myself. Just accept the compliment, Girly. :)



I am truly pleased you liked it.

Thanks, Tar...sometimes I agree about the word thing and other times, not so much. This needs some more ruminating but it also needed to breathe outside of me for a while.

I think you are a poet. Words like you.

Thanks so much, Mary.

Very nice. I like it. Interesting perspective.

You are so right, WiB! I wish that I could even close to being able to put into words what it is that I really feel and want to say.

ooh powerful, girly. it can be wonderful to see ourselves reflected in another ... but sometimes it can turn into something unwelcome when those feelings evolve in ways we didn't foresee.