Funhouse

Funhouse

A Poem by Diana

They call this a funhouse,
but I'm not so sure.

The mirrors reflect light onto
distorted facsimiles of my self.

The jagged edges
catch my tattered clothing.

Cutting me as I run,
staggered.

And black trails 
lie in the wake 
of ebony mascara
worn to the quick...

as slick tears
trace my sunken cheekbones.

© 2016 Diana


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Excellent piece Diana! I love the whole feeling of running from your true yourself. You presented it in a very dark and captivating way.

You always have this very nice way of expressing true emotion and great writing in very short, well flowing poems. I love your style

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind review, Michael.



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That's pretty deep Diana, Its so deep I am quite lost for words.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Diana

10 Years Ago

That's okay, Jonathan. Words aren't always necessary.
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10 Years Ago

Not always but sometimes its so caught that nothing can quite produce a meaning but a smile:)
How we see ourselves is how we are to ourselves.

Great writing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

10 Years Ago

Thank you.
Excellent piece Diana! I love the whole feeling of running from your true yourself. You presented it in a very dark and captivating way.

You always have this very nice way of expressing true emotion and great writing in very short, well flowing poems. I love your style

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind review, Michael.
Whether you realize it or not, this is very sophisticated piece. Physical reality is a mirror, so if you frown, the reflection cannot smile back at you. Nice drop. Thank you for your reflections.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Diana

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Michael.
More like the Not-so-Funhouse! Wow Diana, this was great.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Diana

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much.
The not so fun house here. The warped mirrors give us a sense of some monster that lies within and that scares us to death.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Diana

10 Years Ago

Right on the money with your review. Thank you, icelandicblue.
Funhouses can easily turn into scary ones depending on our reflections of the inner we . I like your creative analogies ...Bravo......................

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Diana

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Sami.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

Yu are welcome...:).......................
That image we see is not what others see... a thoughtful poem, great imagery and wordplay here, Diana.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Diana

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Rita.
Diana, we are never what we see staring back at us from a mirror...we are only what we are inside. That is where all of our beauty lives, though in your case I would think that such a beautiful reflection would be enchanting.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Diana

10 Years Ago

Not an enchanting piece, but I appreciate your comment, Jack. Thank you.

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