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“You look pretty today.”
“Thank you.”
The little girl placed a tiara on her head and spun so her tutu twirled around her waist. She looked like a real princess now. She spun again and skipped away.
“Your hair looks nice.”
“Hm.”
The same girl pushed her hair behind her ear. It was longer now, just as she was taller. She bared her teeth and examined the foreign metal before walking away.
“Cute outfit today.”
“Thanks.”
The new teen adjusted her top for the thousandth time that morning. She turned to leave, but paused before she vanquished the lights. Without turning she bowed her head, “You wouldn’t lie…would you?”
“Of course not.”
She didn’t look back.
“That’s pretty.”
“Oh shut up.”
The young woman applied another layer of makeup and pushed at her chest, wishing for it to be bigger and for her hips to be smaller. She shifted uncomfortably in front of the glass and added more eye liner.
“I don’t lie—”
“Stop. Just stop.”
The girl walked out.
The mirror was silent when the college girl stumbled in—her makeup smeared and her movements slurred with alcohol.
“Well?” She asked.
The mirror didn’t say anything.
“That’s what I thought.”
The mirror remained silent for several years. Whenever the girl came back he respected her wish and never spoke, leaving her to make her own judgments.
The girl eventually wandered back in—almost grown up but not quite. She looked desperately at the silent glass. It only stared back. In a flash of hatred, she slammed her fist against the smooth surface. The hatred wasn’t for the old mirror, but for herself. The mirror cracked under the weight of her despair. She looked at the distorted image of herself, smeared with blood and tears.
She vanished again.
A crack of light seeped into the attic. A small pair of eyes came to a rest on the broken mirror. Small hands brushed dust and cobwebs away, then a small face peered into the cracked glass.
“You look pretty today.”
The small face smiled, “Thank you.”
****
The girl left when her name was called. A bigger set of footsteps walked hesitantly where the younger ones had just been.
The woman looked down at her reflection. She pushed her hair behind her ear and tried a small smile, “You look nice today.” She whispered.
“You do too.”
“Thank you.”
The little girl placed a tiara on her head and spun so her tutu twirled around her waist. She looked like a real princess now. She spun again and skipped away.
“Your hair looks nice.”
“Hm.”
The same girl pushed her hair behind her ear. It was longer now, just as she was taller. She bared her teeth and examined the foreign metal before walking away.
“Cute outfit today.”
“Thanks.”
The new teen adjusted her top for the thousandth time that morning. She turned to leave, but paused before she vanquished the lights. Without turning she bowed her head, “You wouldn’t lie…would you?”
“Of course not.”
She didn’t look back.
“That’s pretty.”
“Oh shut up.”
The young woman applied another layer of makeup and pushed at her chest, wishing for it to be bigger and for her hips to be smaller. She shifted uncomfortably in front of the glass and added more eye liner.
“I don’t lie—”
“Stop. Just stop.”
The girl walked out.
The mirror was silent when the college girl stumbled in—her makeup smeared and her movements slurred with alcohol.
“Well?” She asked.
The mirror didn’t say anything.
“That’s what I thought.”
The mirror remained silent for several years. Whenever the girl came back he respected her wish and never spoke, leaving her to make her own judgments.
The girl eventually wandered back in—almost grown up but not quite. She looked desperately at the silent glass. It only stared back. In a flash of hatred, she slammed her fist against the smooth surface. The hatred wasn’t for the old mirror, but for herself. The mirror cracked under the weight of her despair. She looked at the distorted image of herself, smeared with blood and tears.
She vanished again.
A crack of light seeped into the attic. A small pair of eyes came to a rest on the broken mirror. Small hands brushed dust and cobwebs away, then a small face peered into the cracked glass.
“You look pretty today.”
The small face smiled, “Thank you.”
****
The girl left when her name was called. A bigger set of footsteps walked hesitantly where the younger ones had just been.
The woman looked down at her reflection. She pushed her hair behind her ear and tried a small smile, “You look nice today.” She whispered.
“You do too.”
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Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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I've been obsessed with mirrors lately. This is a bit of pretty mirror fixation and part self image.
How we see ourselves really has to do with what we think of our selves. The mirrors we look in want to tell us how nice we look, but we're the ones telling it to shut up.
I know right? Deep.
How we see ourselves really has to do with what we think of our selves. The mirrors we look in want to tell us how nice we look, but we're the ones telling it to shut up.
I know right? Deep.
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Oh snap youre being trained like the creators of all the stepford wives girls in Uglies!
Oh double snap and YOUll be that one person double agenting and TAKIN THEM DOWN FROM THE INSIDE!!
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Oh snap attack, I just got your meaning in the blurb-AND IT MADE SENSE!
but we're the ones telling it to shut up.
oh snerp I need sleep
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Oh double snap and YOUll be that one person double agenting and TAKIN THEM DOWN FROM THE INSIDE!!
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Oh snap attack, I just got your meaning in the blurb-AND IT MADE SENSE!
but we're the ones telling it to shut up.
oh snerp I need sleep
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