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Mirrored

Submitted by Emilee on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 02:33

Mirrored

Starring out through the sparkling glass to
glimpse the world which lays beyond it. To see a
cheerful young girl, rolling down a soft
Hill. Her giggles floating on

the whispering breeze, to
the ears of a beauty waiting
for the right moment to jump off
the cold stone ledge and fly.

To fly just above the terrified
damsel who is wallowing in the mire of
self pity. Sinking deeper every
moment, never glancing up

I am a Clock

Submitted by Emilee on Sun, 01/06/2013 - 21:26

Tick. Tock.
I am a clock
I am a full of cogs
Cogs that push
Cogs that pull
Relying on each other
For movement
For life

They spin my hands across my face
In a perfect rhythm
In the perfect way
Tick
Tock
Tick
Never a change
Never a new tune
They spin my hands across my face