They say that mirrors never lie,
But tell the truth we dare not see.
Well I stared into the empty depths,
And saw a face look back at me.

It's brow was racked with troubled thoughts,
The eyes were dark and tired.
An empty husk devoid of hope,
A lost and lonely child.

I tried to reach beyond the glass,
To give that face a sign,
Then all at once I saw the truth,
That wretched face was mine.

"Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way."

Next time you look in the mirror lose that cream jacket.

Look for me,
I'm always there
I'm like your conscience, your despair
I'm always just a cry away
I'm always just a shoulder

I'm out of love,
I gave all mine
While I indulged you, you declined
You always have yourself in mind
It's always getting older

I have nothing,
you have less,
save for emergency finesse
I'm always lower than you know
You're always getting colder

I can't endorse
the death of me
I can't remember feeling free
But, beauty is lost unto me
if you're not the beholder

"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy

This one is pretty dang bad, but I like it, just the same. Not for the crappy Jack and Jill motif, but the whole, "I'll kick your ass if you cross me" deal.

I see it in dreams,
We're climbing a hill
We speak not a word
The silence is shrill

I'm wearing a veil
of gossamer threads
My gown, it is torn,
my train of black shreds

You lift up my train
to help me ascend
I lift up my head
and watch you pretend

Can you see the tears
beneath this dark veil?
Cold as the water
inside of your pail?

Wash your sins, dear,
with the water and tears
Tell me my suspicions
are just empty fears

As if I don't know,
as if I don't see,
how you look at her,
and how you look at me

I've broken your crown
upon the blow of a stone
No longer my king;
you have been dethroned

I watch you tumble,
collecting the mud
I sigh at the sight
of you trickling with blood

I wash from my hands
the sins I've committed,
the life I have spilt,
and the hurt I permitted

One thing's for certain,
I'll not tumble after
This silent hill shall
ring with my laughter



"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy

The tumbling autumn leaves of gold,
Could not disguise my empty soul.
The gusty breeze won't stir my heart,
This pain that grows when we're apart.

Though cloudy fog might hide my sorrow,
Or snow may blanket all tomorrows,
I ache to find a place that's safe,
In ruthless winters cold embrace.

Perhaps when comes the pulse of spring,
I'll find a song again to sing,
But as the ice clogs each new river,
For now my heart shall slowly wither.

"Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way."

This is still not at all bad! Also, it rather reads like Placebo lyrics.

Stop posting not-very-bad "bad poetry" or you'll make me all sad. My own bad poetry sucks quite unequivocally.

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Also, it rather reads like Placebo lyrics.

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That just made my day, as I'm one of the faithful few who still doesn't think Placebo sucks! I think I'll go hit up his Myspace and see if he wants to use my talents for self-pity.

"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy

I Love Zombies!
They turn me on!
I Love Zombies!
The maggots are SEXY!
I Love Zombies!
And they love me!
I'm taking it up the ass!
Up the ass!
From a zombie!
YEAH!

I love prison!
Turn me on!
I love prison!
UP THE ASS!
I can take it
I'm a man
and I love zombies
Zombies

I'm a kid
And I love CANDY!!!

Probably the most beautiful stanza of poetry ever written:

I love prison!
Turn me on!
I love prison!
UP THE ASS!

"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy

Weeping willow, woebegone
Wanton twists of wistful wisps
Wanton woman's lust withdrawn
Wailing for a lover's kiss

"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy