Good Morning Reflection
Meh. A random little write-up of the dramatic suicide of a lunatic. It's actually not entirely horrible, in my opinion; it's not my favorate of every poem I've ever done but it was the first really where I tried to look into someone else's skull to write something. The form isn't exactly... there. But it flows well enough, so it's all good. The first verse-thing is my favorate. ^_^
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The poem is explained below it.
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Good morning, reflection
I hope that you are well
The morning sky was swell
But then you know
You saw it in the window pane
With my own eyes
Did you dream last night?
Or did you plot out my demise
Are you compromised
In the ways
We seperate
Our seperate lives?
Did you realize?
We can never be the same
While in the window pane
You watched the blushing morning rise
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Good morning, reflection
I hope that you can hear
I'm not ready for another day of waiting here
But you are waiting
For a chance to get away
I can see
Do you ever sleep?
Or do you merely wait for me
To wake to light and wait for life to be?
Another day
Another useless way
To live life, to laughingly say 'free'
Can't you see?
It can't always be this way
There has to be a final day
Where you will win or finally lose to me
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Good morning, reflection
I hope that you don't mind
I just can't stand to do another day of this kind
But then you told me
That this is where such problems led
I watch you shaking
Pressing the gun to your head
Remember you said?
I could never get ahead!
Well then watch me!
As I blow us both bloody free
To live again, in memories of a life we fled
And as I said
We cannot live like this
A final bloody kiss
Before it's over and all strife is dead
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Good night, reflection
I hope to find you well.
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Note: The 'reflection' in the poem, while treated in context as if the narrator was actually talking to his reflection, is literally the nagging tempation to commit suicide. His conflict seems to be that he fights it with everything he has but eventually he realizes he either has to completely overthrow the desire or it eventually will kill him. He ends up no longer able or willing to compile the pain of fighting these inner desires with the difficulty of his regular life and ends up killing himself and his 'reflection' simotaneously.
Meh. A random little write-up of the dramatic suicide of a lunatic. It's actually not entirely horrible, in my opinion; it's not my favorate of every poem I've ever done but it was the first really where I tried to look into someone else's skull to write something. The form isn't exactly... there. But it flows well enough, so it's all good. The first verse-thing is my favorate. ^_^
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The poem is explained below it.
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Good morning, reflection
I hope that you are well
The morning sky was swell
But then you know
You saw it in the window pane
With my own eyes
Did you dream last night?
Or did you plot out my demise
Are you compromised
In the ways
We seperate
Our seperate lives?
Did you realize?
We can never be the same
While in the window pane
You watched the blushing morning rise
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Good morning, reflection
I hope that you can hear
I'm not ready for another day of waiting here
But you are waiting
For a chance to get away
I can see
Do you ever sleep?
Or do you merely wait for me
To wake to light and wait for life to be?
Another day
Another useless way
To live life, to laughingly say 'free'
Can't you see?
It can't always be this way
There has to be a final day
Where you will win or finally lose to me
*
Good morning, reflection
I hope that you don't mind
I just can't stand to do another day of this kind
But then you told me
That this is where such problems led
I watch you shaking
Pressing the gun to your head
Remember you said?
I could never get ahead!
Well then watch me!
As I blow us both bloody free
To live again, in memories of a life we fled
And as I said
We cannot live like this
A final bloody kiss
Before it's over and all strife is dead
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Good night, reflection
I hope to find you well.
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***
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Note: The 'reflection' in the poem, while treated in context as if the narrator was actually talking to his reflection, is literally the nagging tempation to commit suicide. His conflict seems to be that he fights it with everything he has but eventually he realizes he either has to completely overthrow the desire or it eventually will kill him. He ends up no longer able or willing to compile the pain of fighting these inner desires with the difficulty of his regular life and ends up killing himself and his 'reflection' simotaneously.