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this ugly man

mirror why do you look back at me sometimes i feel i can cry this face is always there im sorry mirror i just can't face this ugly man that is me my heart feels so empty why do you look back at me i just can't face this ugly man that is me i just don't understand anymore why me i am alone i just can't face this ugly man MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL AS I HIT THIS UGLY FACE AGAINST YOU i just don't understand anymore why me i just can't face this ugly man that is me
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Posted: Aug 2010

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man i feel ur emptiness..just look to ur heart and u will see how handsome u are..hehheh::wave:
think you my friendteddybear
ur always welcome john..cheers
"why do you look back at me....."

Because, it gently whispers, you are beautiful to ME. If you must, do not face your face for now. Look deeply into your eyes, and see beyond them... If and when you do this, you will then see as I do; your Soul's reflection as it really is ~
wholly beautiful!

that's very nice think you
You are very welcome hug
hi john, dont you know, beauty is only skin deep nd true beauty comes from within. hope you find yourself in a better place real soon. ps. your not ugly at all!
Hi, johntheraven1,
Perception...through the lens of loneliness things often seem distorted. Stepping back from the mirror, we can reflect on the goodness within.
yes friend you are right
yea you are ugly, suck it up and move
just remember though...everyone sane on the planet doubts the beauty of their looks...dunno thats why such a fortune is to be made on cosmetics and cosmetic surgery...grin
bouquet bouquet
really am i ugly to you that's something i never wanted to hear but thanks anyways for the comment
no, you are not ugly, you are nice and charming bouquet

AND a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."

But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."

And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and your are the mirror. (The Prophet)
thanks my friend
very funny poem
thanks my friend
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