Writing

Cleanse

A Poem by L.

The mirror Stares me in the face Through a blotted sheen Of sultry fog. The porcelain is calm Against the splashing of a flowing cu..

Broken Mirror

A Poem by Doroteja Tia Tolic

Shattered glassAll over the floorI wanna see you nowLike i did beforeI want my reflectionTo never changeNever gonna findWho i really amAnd now i'm tra..

The Sixth Wall

A Poem by Juan de Rajah

Arguments with reflections intense disconnectionsa mirror talking back in malicious fashion; blood, trickles between the silver and the glass, a min..

Reflections of Life

A Poem by Joey Nizz

Life is but a reflection from a mirrorLooking right back at usEverything we do each day, each hour, each minute with their secondsShould lead us to ex..

Chapter 28- Identity Crisis.

A Chapter by The Fallen

When Destiny wakes up from a visit from her inner demon, she goes into the washroom. Her reflection now aggravates her...Can she ever face the truth a..

Mirrors edge

A Poem by John Holmes

A description of her friend and her fight against Anorexia.

Birdie

A Poem by Cat Cheshire

a journal of an anorexic girl.

The Mask and the Mirror

A Story by Wolf

In this world there will always exist people who will stab you in the back, spread rumors about you and hurt you. We developed a mechanism of self def..

The Bears on the Stair

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I sit at night in a darkened room And rest my eyes from the glare, The mirror’s cracked in the hallway, and Another’s cracked..

When emotions overtook me!

A Story by Darkblushedink

I found out i was being betrayed and i had bad dreams about all the bad things which happened in my life! I had never cried since i could suppress the..

Nothingness

A Poem by MandaBear

This is about a guy that is looking at himself in the mirror and not liking what he sees. Love or hate?

Cracked perception

A Poem by MandaBear

just something i made up. i hope you enjoy it :)

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

A Poem by MandaBear

Just something that came to mind:) Love or Hate?

How Many Authors

A Poem by Tyler

How many authors,Unearthly meticulous,Have left us symbols in scarves; or, say,Surreptitiously submerged in salad dressing,The idea of the priest conf..