The mirror focuses on you.
Little eyes dart, searching
Mine find yours
What secrets held hostage?
What thoughts lie within?
I see an expression
Close to what I hope to see
But do you notice mine
Are my thoughts showing?
Do you see me in my mirror?
I build a story about you
The shape of your face
I hold details like gold coin
The light changes and we part
Do I see you again next light?
Fiction Writing
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I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
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messy. Rather imperfect. Yet eye-catching
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
I came. I saw. I made it awkward.
life in shorthand
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
The inky journey of a modern day Troubador
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"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
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Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
The Art and Craft of Blogging
messy. Rather imperfect. Yet eye-catching
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
I came. I saw. I made it awkward.
life in shorthand
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
The inky journey of a modern day Troubador
Lifestyle Blogger. Inspirational & Motivational Blogger. EzineArticles Expert Author.
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
I try & paint & sculpt & shape some formless stuff!
Humor, love, heartache, happiness
Express Brevity
Maybe her eyes were trying to send off a message you could not interpret too soon. State closely and you will know!
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I’ll keep an eye out for her. Maybe the time just wasn’t right
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The line using the word ‘hostage’ in that context was wonderful. The premise of the whole poem is amazing! Please check out my blog too? Thanks. 🙂
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I had an interesting (strangely fascinating) woman follow me to work 2 days in a row. Her eyes were on high alert. I had the sense she was hiding her eyes from sight. Give me a little bit and I’ll stop by
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Good and simply amazing. 👌
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you darling. 😀
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