* Poetry Contest-are you up for a challenge*

I hope this doesn't pass the rule '...nothing deragatory..' It may...and I hope you except it..:)
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The Two Mirrors

Quietly I stroll to my mirror,
Looking inside I see are all my fears.
What souls, so placid and cold,
Passing across my mirrors folds.
I lean in close and look in deep,
Praying to find something to keep.
Back and forth, my eyes do find,
Something to satisfy my withered mind.
Reaching into the cold shimmering glass,
My hand sinks in all too fast.
I find my arm on the other side,
To find what it is my heart abides.

My body steps through with a shuttering cry,
And I look around in fine surprise.
I glace about once more,
To find what my dear heart adores.
Something floating past my ear,
I reach out hoping this object will banish my fears.
My hands close around a mysterious thing,
And as soon as it does, it begins to sing . . .
I bring this glowing picture to my face,
And look at it with great growing haste.

I find myself looking in a mirror,
And realize I've found my greatest fear.
Reflected back to me,
Is something I never wanted to see;
A little girl bleeding from the wrist,
With a suicide note written in bliss.
So I lean closer and stare some more,
To find this little girl on the floor,
Staring at me with eyes open wide,
Begging me to be by her side.
But as much as I wish I could be,
I can not be, for this girl is me.

Is it possible to elaborate on the rule that it can't be what you have experienced? Do you mean it can't be a story about your life or it can't be anything to do with features of life many people deal with or that it can't be in first person or something else?

So basically don't tell a story. Okay.

Hey, I followed the rules, yet told a story...

"Universal Tongues"

Torn, folded, faded.
Austere dress, unsmiling face,
Sad eyes.
She calls from the photograph,
Pleading for her freedom.
I am a century away.

Shattered, collapsed, smothered.
Loving heart, lofty aspirations,
Undaunted youth.
He reached a step too far;
We all fall down sometimes.
I wish I had caught him.

Pierced, broken, evanesced.
Visionary plan, welcoming arms,
Faithful walk.
In the silence of the sanctuary,
The blood fell; ashes to ashes.
Love, hate, despair- universal tongues.

Diluted, shaken, depressed.
Hard war, artistic soul,
Hidden love.
Fear drives us all; Fear is a terrible master;
Push away the ones you love
Because the loss would be too much.
A whisper reaches my ear, "I love you."

Thanks for the offer, Musicality. I'll take you up on it, if you have the time and the will. Sorry so few participated!

Kul! Duel Duel Duel!
Yeah!
Um.... I bet on MERCEDES!
U go gurl!
Yippy! yeah!

-*-Cherri-*-
lol

Gee, thanks, Cherri! I'm honored- but don't forget DarkSuicide! S/he did great. I especially liked these lines:

" I find myself looking in a mirror,
And realize I've found my greatest fear"

Interesting treatment of a common topic, DS. Congratulations to my co-winner!!

ok