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Mirrors

There is a road
That the mirror conjures
While you tousle your hair,
Veil your blemished soul
With a woman’s peculiar penchant.

The mirror cringes at your sight.
The mirror tells you
The stories
Of the life you destroyed,
Of the strings you pulled
As a puppet moves frailly.

The mirror warbles
At the synthetic aesthetics
Of your poise, your affinity.

When the mirror told you
Of the life you destroyed,
The dreams you let shatter,
The hopes you incinerated
With those fiery eyes,
Did it shake you?

Your petite, mauve dress
Fills the night with an abundance
Of eloquence
But then, the road you took,
The life you destroyed,
The things you have stolen,
Will be narrated by the mirror
In the most eager of ways.

But then, you’re blind.
Mute.
Deaf.
 
Windsor Guadalupe Jr

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  250.     

Sleeping In Flames

Even the mirror
Sleeps in flames
When you’re awake.

Tousle your hair
Asymmetrically purporting
On each of your
Frail shoulders.

I wonder
In a height that howls
What do you see in the mirror?

I watched you,
As you marvel at yourself
Spraying perfume
All over your vicinity.

I saw
A figure
Inside the mirror as
You were standing in front of it.

A snake
Eating her own tail.

Or

A picture of
Winter as you
View it
From the porch.

Or

A classic warfare
Of imprudent
Soldiers.

Sometimes I see
The Sun breaking
Into one of your
Eyes.

But your vision
As the mirror
Copies you
Fraternizes you
Into the mirror’s world

I see moments
Of a woman
Setting a man
On fire

And then laughs
Shrills and heaves a little
And then goes back
To the rifles.

It’s like seeing death,
Frigidity
Remorselessness
Heartlessness
Trapped
Inside
A mirror
That sleeps,
Cradled
By the flames.
 
Windsor Guadalupe Jr

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The Lying Mirrors

When you look in the mirror does it tell a lie.
Does the mirror tell you who you are inside.
Does it tell you, that you have inner and outer beauty.
Or does it make you ask why do i do this to me.
Trust what the mirror tell you is a complete lie.
The mirror will make you ignore your heart and listen to your mind.
No matter what inside and out you are beautiful.
And never let the lying mirrors fool you.
Remember, believing you have much beauty goes a far way.
And when you look in the mirror 'I am beautiful' is what you should be able to say.
 
Olivia Thimes

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If my friend were a mirror

Tis a peculiar thing, having a friend,

Not knowing how it happens or how it starts,

If my friend where a mirror, could I apprehend,

Better all the ways in which it works?

Would I care for my mirror more or less?

Would I try to impress,

The mirror I want to spend all my time,

Or would I become vain,

And break what is not so easily fixed?

I love my mirror, betwixt

The bad days, and I embrace the good,

For If my friend where a mirror, would find I,

A most plain life, as a mirror would not tell any lie,

How, lucky am I to have a friend, who with whom, I do not have to try.
 
Hannah Rose Bicknell

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