MIRROR
As I look into the mirror
I see an imagine not so clear
Tiny little pieces that make
no sense, no meaning,
As i try to mend the tares
The pieces brake more and the
imagines seem more blurred.
These broken pieces can't be
fixed..The imagines will just
be nonexisistable...
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| COMPLETE | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| THE BEST THING | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| MIRROR | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| WHAT | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| WHAT HAPPENED | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| NO MORE BROKEN | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| WHATS BECOME | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| untitled | 1 | 10/17/2009 |
| trust from my heart | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
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