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In every mirror lies Me Undefined
A blank reflection swirled with tones of grey
The world and I, I fear we both are blind
Our mirrors saved forget our every day.
One day I woke to skies cracked wide and green
I rose to greet the sun and taste the gold
To empty streets, and only to be seen
A daylight kept not even for the old.
To stare into that mirror on my wall
I found the colour lacking from the soil
I turned and let the glass shatter and fall
Lingering not to catch its sharp recoil.
Though still Me Undefined, the mirror flaunts,
Tomorrow's free to be all that it wants.
A blank reflection swirled with tones of grey
The world and I, I fear we both are blind
Our mirrors saved forget our every day.
One day I woke to skies cracked wide and green
I rose to greet the sun and taste the gold
To empty streets, and only to be seen
A daylight kept not even for the old.
To stare into that mirror on my wall
I found the colour lacking from the soil
I turned and let the glass shatter and fall
Lingering not to catch its sharp recoil.
Though still Me Undefined, the mirror flaunts,
Tomorrow's free to be all that it wants.
We had to write a sonnet for English.
I really.
don't like.
writing with structure. -___-
But eh, threw this together at the last minute.
Whatevar!
I really.
don't like.
writing with structure. -___-
But eh, threw this together at the last minute.
Whatevar!
© 2008 - 2024 jackielfult
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I like this. :]
Ahhh, I'm the same way!
I can't write poems when I'm told to.
I recently had to write a sonnet for school
and could. not. think. of. anything.
I ended up scribbling out something mindless about valentine's day which was a complete contradiction to my own thoughts.
Turned out, my teacher didn't even look at it.
He made us write another one a few days later that he would collect and grade. D:
andthat'smystory.
sorryforboringyou.
:]
Ahhh, I'm the same way!
I can't write poems when I'm told to.
I recently had to write a sonnet for school
and could. not. think. of. anything.
I ended up scribbling out something mindless about valentine's day which was a complete contradiction to my own thoughts.
Turned out, my teacher didn't even look at it.
He made us write another one a few days later that he would collect and grade. D:
andthat'smystory.
sorryforboringyou.
:]