Black Mirror
I'm a suicidal teen
protesting your breed.
Refusing your
street corner wear,
anorexic style
willing to degrade
yourself for a one
night stand.
Teased hair
and clown like face
is grotesque.
Twirling your hair,
these mellow dramatic stare
doesn't turn him on.
to you your happiness
is written at
the bottom of your glass.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Black Mirror | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
| Narration, a dangerous game | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
| Waiting River | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
| The Truth | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
| Peggy | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
| First Aid | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
| Jewel | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| Safe | 0 | 02/06/2009 |
| No Meaning | -1 | 02/06/2009 |
| Spitting Fire | 0 | 02/04/2009 |
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