Mirror

by InfinityAndBeyond

Published January 12, 2014

In Poetry

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AEChronicle
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AEChronicle wrote a review Review · Jan 18, 2014

This is great! So real and true, but with enough eloquent language to make it's shortness worth every line. I really, really enjoyed it.

"Sometimes the center
that holds, wants to
be the edge that unfolds"

I love that you put this rhyme in there, and how it's staggered to keep the same free flow affect in effect. I have no criticism for this poem, only high remarks.

Thank you InfinityAndBeyond!

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maroonamorous
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maroonamorous wrote a review Review · Jan 12, 2014

Oh Hey!!

I really don't know how am I supposed to review this, because it's all so mixed emotions that i am going through after reading this. Probably, I can interpret this in many ways, I mean, at some point it seems to be talking of what a person goes through when he/she is surrounded by circumstances that are hard to be adjusted with. Or even maybe a message to never give up and start anew. I don't know whatsoever I am thinking is correct interpretation or not.

I reckon, you must have been going through a storm of strong emotions raging within you, while creating this. It can be felt.

You are wonderful, and this piece was simply mystifying!! Splendid job.

Keep on writing.
~MarS

Interpret it how you like! Thank you so much.

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comrie
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comrie wrote a review Review · Jan 12, 2014

Hey, here to review your poem!

This is especially beautiful. And I love the simplicity of it. It's short but powerful. Meaningful. I can't find any faults, so I think you're good on everything.

I'll just quote my favorite line because - just because:

Sometimes the center
that holds, wants to
be the edge that unfolds.


*Flails* This is - wow. I don't know if I have a word for it. I just really love this, and everything about it. But yeah, I really enjoyed this, and I can't wait for whatever else you got.

Nicely done =) Keep writing!



Memories, left untranslated, can be disowned; memories untranslatable can become someone else’s story.
— YiYun Li