I am a mirror on a wall

trying so hard not to fall

I can be whatever

it is you want to see

a pretty face,

an ugly frown,

a bubbled tear falling down.

buy myself i never will know

for it’s only you can I show.

I am a mirror on a wall

I’ve been forced to see it all.

I watch you pick

apart your body

but lucky are you

to have legs that run

and ears that hear

a face that smiles

and a heart that feels...

Write a poem or story about a person being objectified and an object being personified. ...

Write a story or poem personifying a creaky floorboard in an old house...

Write a poem or story about a mirror struggling with the fact that she has no identity of her own. (what could it be symbolic of)...

I bottled my tears and threw them into the ocean (I hope someone finds them)...

somewhere there is a world where a dream catcher is just a pretty thing with feathers that hangs above one’s bed. a simple decoration in the popular girls room…she doesn’t even know what it is,

but it was trendy three summers ago.

so there it hangs

above her bed.

not because she believes in it

but because she has forgotten about it.

that world is not this world.

our dream catcher has name

a...

Drip drip came words like honey

or did she say something funny?

His ears soaked up her words like honeycomb.

Wait, hang on, he’s just checking his damn phone.

She longs for a once upon a time romance.

There he goes fidgeting with his pants.

She winces as her glass slipper falls and shatters.

Stupid girl. Love’s not served on a silver platter.

...

“In another life, our love will be real.”

It’s what I tell myself.

Whether it’s to make this life more bearable

Or death more exciting…I do not know....