In the shattered bits of mirror underneath the trailer she saw bits of her life reflected back. The dog, on a chain, eating it’s own feces. Old tires, old windows, old siding, old car batteries. In the reflection all this old, tired trash seemed sparkling and imbued with dirty interest.
Grace
reflections can be found in a mirror they usually show the person staring back at themselves and is a title of a song in the popular disney movie “mulan.” they can also take on a metaphorical meaning when one looks back on one’s thoughts and self and thinks about who they are.
bob mcloving
conception of the mid within the eye of the world around you. a place to think of what has happened, and what should have happened, and what will most likely happen. something that does not happen enough or maybe it happens too much.
Matt
The reflection she saw in the mirror lied. She didn’t know that woman with the sad eyes, with the hopeless gaze. When had she taken over? How long would she stay this time.
Clearly Composed
I think reflection is something we can all benefit from …… something I reflect on is my lifes goals… what I dreamt of as a kid and All I have achieved since then and will achieve later….. my life is a story and I am living it daily… so happy to have it… wow this is harder than it looks….
Mallory Sawin
As I wandered aimlessly in to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my own reflection the mirror. The bedraggled hairs on my eyebrows were wildly untamed and I felt a small part of myself die when those cold dead eyes were looking back at me. I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life, but whatever it was, it would have to happen fast. I had had enough.
Jonathan Carr
When I saw my reflection in the mirror I almost barfed in my own lap. Plastic surgery was not a good idea, and I knew that, but I’ve just got to tell you the peer pressure–OH the peer pressure! of this blondified suburbia where I live just got to me like the dickens, like the plague! It was just too late to turn back when I moved into Santa Monica.
Liz
the reflection looks back
it blinks
blinks
blinks
nothing changes
that damn reflection is always
always
always the same
sigh
walk away
to face another day
the reflection stays there
doesn’t want to face the day
Tabitha
thinking brainstorming
Melissa
I see a reflection of time, reminding me of false fabricated memories and disected personalities. Lines, time, ryhme and
-sigh-
Wine.
Tinesha Garcia
I love looking at my reflection, does that make me vain? Possibly. Oh well, it is a glorious one. In the image of my parents, I am beautiful. You probably are too.
Miss sia
I hardly dared glance back at the mess in front of me. I was afraid of what I might find. The Me everyone knew was long gone, I knew that. And in her place was this dirtied, immoral, selfish brat who was too afraid to stand up to herself.
I punched the mirror, catching a brief glimpse of my reflection. Yup. Dirty, immoral, selfish, afraid. And now bloodied.
Starrycup665
When I look in the mirror I see a reflection of me. I look beautiful and I have a personality to match. While im looking at my reflection, I am thinking to myself “Naya you are a precious young lady”. I love myself and the person that I have become. I wonder if people see me in the same way that I see myself.
Naya Moore
The decisions that you make and the people that you hang around is a relection of who you are as a person. You choose your friends based upon the interest that you have.
Naya Moore
in a puddle i am searching. searching to see who i am. but all i see are the murky ripples of this dirty and cold life.
Ellen
three
miles
to
realize
life ain’t
so great
sometimes
mirrors
and
lullabies
don’t tell
the stories
we want
to know.
andra potter
a feeling, something you do when you are thinking back about something. Usually good things, not bad, reflection upon oneself. Something a mirror does, water reflects light something good rarley bad, unless you are reflecting about a bad decissioin,
Andrea
they say that echo stayed by narcissus’s side until she withered away or he withered away and sometimes i see old couples wandering in parks and strip malls on sundays and think to myself that they’re not really any different.
c
Seeing names, faces, places in mirrors pooled in my lover’s eyes. Will I see you again? Will you see me? Will this moment be a reflection of our destiny?
joey
Der Spiegel war beschlagen vom heiflen Dampf, der aus der Dusche gestrˆmt war wie Nebel. Nur undeutliche Schemen, verzerrt und unkenntlich, konnte man sehen. Andrea hob den Blick langsam, direkt in so viele andere Augen, die sie glaubte, nie wieder sehen zu m¸ssen.
Mi
I look at my reflection and reflect on what my character reflects. Everything is a reflection of something and we all reflect our purpose of being. I look at those two shiny orbs I call my eyes and reflect whether they reflect me.
jakob
Reflection in a pool, mirror, water, globe, or anything. Reflection towards self. Reflection towards others. Self-view & self-conscious. The ability to change your reflection comes from the lack of confidence within, or the desires you possess.
Marie
I see myself in the mirror and reflect on last night at the hockey rink when i got hurt.
olivia
I see my reflection in the mirror and I am a little scared. I can’t believe my brother hit me with a hockey stick in the teeth. Wow does it hurt!
tim
when you reflect you think. thinking is good but it also takes you away from the moment. dont turn relfection into analyzing, overanalyzing. it should be a time to think and feel what you felt but not doubt youself and how you were and who you are. reflect knowing that those experiences good and bad happy sad make you
emma
Refelection is what you see in front of you staring back from the glass. The mirror image from another dimension another universe another person but is just the same as you. Same features, same characteristics, likes dislikes and favorites. Maybe even the same life. Parallelism is what it is. But you have no idea of the other’s existence. It’s just that, the magic of mirrors. They’re not just glass; they break and when that happens you can’t see your other self. You seem lost all of a sudden. Funny yet sad. You’re alone with the others without an entity like you. People say that everyone is unique; one in a million but deep inside they are afraid of it. Afraid of being unique, of being different. Why? Because it’s so cold being alone without someone just like you. Were all just living to find a perfect match; a wife, a husband, a partner, a lover. But really, it’s so much better to be alone. Buy a mirror. It’s cheaper.
Ana
I love the reflection of my somber face in the water on this moonless, emotionless early morning. I have no reason for any more denials or regurgitating useless facts because I am dawning not a new person but the woman screaming to be free.
Sophee
We think back on our lives and reflect on who we are. We discover the type of person we are by reflecting on who we were to get to the point of who we are. The beautiful thing about this is that we all have our own special story, our own metamorphosis of sorts.
regina
When I think of reflection I think about what you see in the mirror. You can also see reflections when you look into a body of water. Reflections are everywhere but they mostly go unnoticed. Look around reflections can be seen in many places that are mostly unheard of.
Amanda Morgan
the mirror had an unusual reflection. it only reflected the male gender. women were’nt able to use it at all, which was ironic since it was only appealing to women. men would never want such a decorative mirror. hmm…
Ben
a time to ourselves…stop…sit…think…think about everything that you have been worrying about, body image, boyfriends, school, stress…let it go. this is all about you, and you how beautiful you are, there is no one out there in the world like you, you are not a recreation you are authentic and you will find someone
Kate
the window has many panes and i enjoy the sights outside, including the birds and the trees. It’s going to be a great day because of the blue sky.
Jarren Summers
oh my, what isn’t there to have reflection on? the past year and a half has has the most effect on my life. My dying by suicide, getting married, getting laid off. I fee so disconnected, yet thankful for all I have.
blktaylor
it’s the moment before you see your own face, when you see the light around it shine back. and you think, but there can’t be that much light on my face, not then, but when you see that that was where the light was coming from. your face. you. with the glow of a thousand candles.
courtney
I see my reflection in the mirror and I realize I’ll never like what I see. I am not ugly, I am not fat, but when I see me in that mirror I don’t see the real me. I see this ugly creature that would rival the ugliest of witches or mutants. I hate my reflection.
Camille
reflection is dangerous. it reminds us of all the feelings and events we work so hard to forget all our lives. why do we put so much effort into forgetting just to try to recall it later?
matt
my reflection is of my face, a front to my thoughts. my reflection is what i want it to be, it’s who i’d like to see myself as, it’s not what i am on the inside. it never has been. my reflection is artificial.
Katie
reflection is the cousin of action. without reflection, teachers cannot approach their profession, their students, their craft critically. reflection need take the form of a dialogue, either amongst colleagues, personally, or with students and community. without reflection, we are simply involved in activism devoid of self-checking ideology.
cameron Allen
A time to think about what you’ve done and what you will do. To see the past, present, and future for what the really are.
Ben
The reflection in the mirror was scary. “Oh my”. I thought in my head. How long was it ago before I shaved? I couldn’t remember anything, so I stopped thinking and worrying. I stepped into the kitchen and what I saw next was unbelievable. There was a dead body laying on the ground.
In the shattered bits of mirror underneath the trailer she saw bits of her life reflected back. The dog, on a chain, eating it’s own feces. Old tires, old windows, old siding, old car batteries. In the reflection all this old, tired trash seemed sparkling and imbued with dirty interest.
reflections can be found in a mirror they usually show the person staring back at themselves and is a title of a song in the popular disney movie “mulan.” they can also take on a metaphorical meaning when one looks back on one’s thoughts and self and thinks about who they are.
conception of the mid within the eye of the world around you. a place to think of what has happened, and what should have happened, and what will most likely happen. something that does not happen enough or maybe it happens too much.
The reflection she saw in the mirror lied. She didn’t know that woman with the sad eyes, with the hopeless gaze. When had she taken over? How long would she stay this time.
I think reflection is something we can all benefit from …… something I reflect on is my lifes goals… what I dreamt of as a kid and All I have achieved since then and will achieve later….. my life is a story and I am living it daily… so happy to have it… wow this is harder than it looks….
As I wandered aimlessly in to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my own reflection the mirror. The bedraggled hairs on my eyebrows were wildly untamed and I felt a small part of myself die when those cold dead eyes were looking back at me. I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life, but whatever it was, it would have to happen fast. I had had enough.
When I saw my reflection in the mirror I almost barfed in my own lap. Plastic surgery was not a good idea, and I knew that, but I’ve just got to tell you the peer pressure–OH the peer pressure! of this blondified suburbia where I live just got to me like the dickens, like the plague! It was just too late to turn back when I moved into Santa Monica.
the reflection looks back
it blinks
blinks
blinks
nothing changes
that damn reflection is always
always
always the same
sigh
walk away
to face another day
the reflection stays there
doesn’t want to face the day
thinking brainstorming
I see a reflection of time, reminding me of false fabricated memories and disected personalities. Lines, time, ryhme and
-sigh-
Wine.
I love looking at my reflection, does that make me vain? Possibly. Oh well, it is a glorious one. In the image of my parents, I am beautiful. You probably are too.
I hardly dared glance back at the mess in front of me. I was afraid of what I might find. The Me everyone knew was long gone, I knew that. And in her place was this dirtied, immoral, selfish brat who was too afraid to stand up to herself.
I punched the mirror, catching a brief glimpse of my reflection. Yup. Dirty, immoral, selfish, afraid. And now bloodied.
When I look in the mirror I see a reflection of me. I look beautiful and I have a personality to match. While im looking at my reflection, I am thinking to myself “Naya you are a precious young lady”. I love myself and the person that I have become. I wonder if people see me in the same way that I see myself.
The decisions that you make and the people that you hang around is a relection of who you are as a person. You choose your friends based upon the interest that you have.
in a puddle i am searching. searching to see who i am. but all i see are the murky ripples of this dirty and cold life.
three
miles
to
realize
life ain’t
so great
sometimes
mirrors
and
lullabies
don’t tell
the stories
we want
to know.
a feeling, something you do when you are thinking back about something. Usually good things, not bad, reflection upon oneself. Something a mirror does, water reflects light something good rarley bad, unless you are reflecting about a bad decissioin,
they say that echo stayed by narcissus’s side until she withered away or he withered away and sometimes i see old couples wandering in parks and strip malls on sundays and think to myself that they’re not really any different.
Seeing names, faces, places in mirrors pooled in my lover’s eyes. Will I see you again? Will you see me? Will this moment be a reflection of our destiny?
Der Spiegel war beschlagen vom heiflen Dampf, der aus der Dusche gestrˆmt war wie Nebel. Nur undeutliche Schemen, verzerrt und unkenntlich, konnte man sehen. Andrea hob den Blick langsam, direkt in so viele andere Augen, die sie glaubte, nie wieder sehen zu m¸ssen.
I look at my reflection and reflect on what my character reflects. Everything is a reflection of something and we all reflect our purpose of being. I look at those two shiny orbs I call my eyes and reflect whether they reflect me.
Reflection in a pool, mirror, water, globe, or anything. Reflection towards self. Reflection towards others. Self-view & self-conscious. The ability to change your reflection comes from the lack of confidence within, or the desires you possess.
I see myself in the mirror and reflect on last night at the hockey rink when i got hurt.
I see my reflection in the mirror and I am a little scared. I can’t believe my brother hit me with a hockey stick in the teeth. Wow does it hurt!
when you reflect you think. thinking is good but it also takes you away from the moment. dont turn relfection into analyzing, overanalyzing. it should be a time to think and feel what you felt but not doubt youself and how you were and who you are. reflect knowing that those experiences good and bad happy sad make you
Refelection is what you see in front of you staring back from the glass. The mirror image from another dimension another universe another person but is just the same as you. Same features, same characteristics, likes dislikes and favorites. Maybe even the same life. Parallelism is what it is. But you have no idea of the other’s existence. It’s just that, the magic of mirrors. They’re not just glass; they break and when that happens you can’t see your other self. You seem lost all of a sudden. Funny yet sad. You’re alone with the others without an entity like you. People say that everyone is unique; one in a million but deep inside they are afraid of it. Afraid of being unique, of being different. Why? Because it’s so cold being alone without someone just like you. Were all just living to find a perfect match; a wife, a husband, a partner, a lover. But really, it’s so much better to be alone. Buy a mirror. It’s cheaper.
I love the reflection of my somber face in the water on this moonless, emotionless early morning. I have no reason for any more denials or regurgitating useless facts because I am dawning not a new person but the woman screaming to be free.
We think back on our lives and reflect on who we are. We discover the type of person we are by reflecting on who we were to get to the point of who we are. The beautiful thing about this is that we all have our own special story, our own metamorphosis of sorts.
When I think of reflection I think about what you see in the mirror. You can also see reflections when you look into a body of water. Reflections are everywhere but they mostly go unnoticed. Look around reflections can be seen in many places that are mostly unheard of.
the mirror had an unusual reflection. it only reflected the male gender. women were’nt able to use it at all, which was ironic since it was only appealing to women. men would never want such a decorative mirror. hmm…
a time to ourselves…stop…sit…think…think about everything that you have been worrying about, body image, boyfriends, school, stress…let it go. this is all about you, and you how beautiful you are, there is no one out there in the world like you, you are not a recreation you are authentic and you will find someone
the window has many panes and i enjoy the sights outside, including the birds and the trees. It’s going to be a great day because of the blue sky.
oh my, what isn’t there to have reflection on? the past year and a half has has the most effect on my life. My dying by suicide, getting married, getting laid off. I fee so disconnected, yet thankful for all I have.
it’s the moment before you see your own face, when you see the light around it shine back. and you think, but there can’t be that much light on my face, not then, but when you see that that was where the light was coming from. your face. you. with the glow of a thousand candles.
I see my reflection in the mirror and I realize I’ll never like what I see. I am not ugly, I am not fat, but when I see me in that mirror I don’t see the real me. I see this ugly creature that would rival the ugliest of witches or mutants. I hate my reflection.
reflection is dangerous. it reminds us of all the feelings and events we work so hard to forget all our lives. why do we put so much effort into forgetting just to try to recall it later?
my reflection is of my face, a front to my thoughts. my reflection is what i want it to be, it’s who i’d like to see myself as, it’s not what i am on the inside. it never has been. my reflection is artificial.
reflection is the cousin of action. without reflection, teachers cannot approach their profession, their students, their craft critically. reflection need take the form of a dialogue, either amongst colleagues, personally, or with students and community. without reflection, we are simply involved in activism devoid of self-checking ideology.
A time to think about what you’ve done and what you will do. To see the past, present, and future for what the really are.
The reflection in the mirror was scary. “Oh my”. I thought in my head. How long was it ago before I shaved? I couldn’t remember anything, so I stopped thinking and worrying. I stepped into the kitchen and what I saw next was unbelievable. There was a dead body laying on the ground.