Monster in the mirror

Hey you!

Creature starring at a reflective realm of self loathing and hate.
Worthless self inhibited thoughts that only you create.

You wonder the concrete paradigms of confusion and reprieve.
Trembling at the picture painted by the monstrous bereave.

Seeking confirmation from the devilish whispers within.
Free falling from the dreams and hopes where you want to begin.

The relentless pressure and pounding in your chest cavity.
Pulsating pain masquerading a brief moment of clarity.

Self-actualization of what your mind has let you become.
Reaching for that weapon knowing there is no turning back what's done.

A pause of silence whilst you are pointing the barrel at the monster inside.
Knees hit the floor while you wait for the thunderous rumble to subside.

Shattered glass cascading reflections of the morning light.
There lies the beast in silence without a struggle or a fight.

Starring no longer at a worthless being smothered in confusion.
Realizing that conformity from individualism is the worlds greatest delusion.


I had to re post my poetic short story on the account of a spelling error in the title which would be seen by many as unprofessional and I apologize in advance.

I sincerely hope someone will be able to relate to the words that spontaneously entered my mind as I began to type.

Feel free to comment and give any form of criticism that you deem fit.

Good things

reply to post by FreeThinkerbychoice
I am not on your level of intellect so there will be no words of criticism, just a "bravo" for the first poem I ever want to read.

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Why thank you so much, was a brief moment of spontaneity that sparked the thoughts for that poem, glad you like it

I often times paint from a mirror that sits on my floor

half the times its adjacent and parrallel from my door

self conflicted often confused and drunk

images spew from my mirror to my pad, who wouldve thunk

mostly self contained and ironic my vibrant colors illuminated by this screen

no one would have known that I draw from a mirror behind me on the floor

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I missed this one. Glad my new friend brotherman told me about it. Wow. Great job. I really like it. I can feel it and see it.
Thanks for sharing your poetry ..I really enjoyed it.
-nat

Originally posted by Brotherman
I often times paint from a mirror that sits on my floor

half the times its adjacent and parrallel from my door

self conflicted often confused and drunk

images spew from my mirror to my pad, who wouldve thunk

mostly self contained and ironic my vibrant colors illuminated by this screen

no one would have known that I draw from a mirror behind me on the floor

Very deep hey. I like it hey. The creator being created by its own creation

Originally posted by natalia
reply to post by FreeThinkerbychoice

 

I missed this one. Glad my new friend brotherman told me about it. Wow. Great job. I really like it. I can feel it and see it.

Thanks for sharing your poetry ..I really enjoyed it.
-nat

edit on 25-6-2013 by natalia because: (no reason given)

Why thank you kind lady, I appreciate the feedback. Not much of a poet but sometimes I just get this burst of creativity from the super-consciousness to help me express those thoughts into metaphorical words

Cool poetry,I liked it.Reminded me of when I was a teen+my eyes used to freak me out sometimes when I looked in the mirror.Well done my friend.

Originally posted by Raxoxane
Cool poetry,I liked it.Reminded me of when I was a teen+my eyes used to freak me out sometimes when I looked in the mirror.Well done my friend.

Thank you dear Raxoxane means allot coming from you