Read this, then consider the one you accidentally see in your mirror. Is it who you thought it was? Do you react like the Fonz when he looks in the mirror or Snow White's step-mother?
Watch out guys; I am drinking and posting. This could get ugly. Who is this in the mirror?! Where did he come from? He is so smart. So courageous. So fit. So fashionable. So attractive. So kind. This is not the man in the bed. The man who thinks about nothing but his life that is lost. The life that has fallen around him. The life that he has not lived up to. This is not the man at the bar. The man who is witty. The man who is too generous with drinks and just generous enough with his dancing. The man who impresses others. And even himself. This is not the boy in the mirror. The boy who dreamed of being famous. Being an actor Being a singer. Being as great as his father. Better than his siblings. Somewhere, somehow things have become disconnected. The man in the mirror. The man in the bed. The man at the bar. The boy in the mirror. Why aren't they the same? There is a disconnect. But I can't find it. The man in the mirror is everything that I am not. Where did he come from? How can I get there?
Thanks for getting us started Jeshk0 Your post makes me want to get a glass of wine and a mirror and start my poem... I'll start with the wine. By the way, to make a new line, you have to click enter twice. Did your line endings show up where you wanted them?
Yeah, the ending is weak but I just started writing then realised I didn't know where I was going with it. He violently averted his eyes, unsure how to process what he had just seen.
The mirror gleamed, the clean surface lit by a singular lamp at the back of the murky room.
Unsettled dust danced in the illumination, rumination causing his mind to become stuck on loop.
He perilously peered back to the shard for the peculiar presence, unsure of the consequence.
Gazing slowly, first at himself, then from corner to corner, he returned his glare back to his own stare.
It was himself, for sure, he could be certain of that. But yet he felt a sense of unease.
Looking closer with a hope to find closure, the man noticed a glint in his eye. He suddenly stared
Back to himself, his pupils dilated as his heart pulsated in an eruption of palpitations.
The mirrored eyes darted about on their own accord.
He stumbled back in an abrupt stupor, his head sore as he cradled it in his hands.
"What is this, some sort of curse?" He shouted to the emptiness, collapsing to the floor.
The mirror now towered over him, ignoring his solitary soliloquy.
He felt as if he was draining, the mirror seeming to become more powerful.
Lumbering to his feet, he once more assessed the reflection that greeted him.
This time he noticed a difference that was clear, fear filled his veins as he saw what he had become.
A headless reflection, only the image of his 'priceless' clothes and accessories were returned to his retinas.
Obsessed so with outward appearance that he neglected his inner self until it ceased to exist.
He didn't resist, he simply admired the new shirt he had purchased that day.
No time to write, but this reminds me of the girl the Doctor trapped in the mirror as an eternal punishment -- "he visits her every year..." Strong scene.