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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

April 11, 2016 at 10:22am
April 11, 2016 at 10:22am
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Prompt: If a narcissist looks at a mirror what do you think he'll see? Feel free to get into his/her head.

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She looks at herself and sees the entire perfection of creation on her face. She is so incomparable to others in every way. Every line and every feature is magnificent. Not only her physical features but what lies behind them is splendid, too. No one can match the abilities those piercing small blue eyes and perfectly shaped Roman nose conceal.

No one has her intelligence, attractiveness, and ability for accomplishment. No one is as likable and conscientious as she is either. She may not be as agreeable all the time, but then, it is up to the others to agree with her, because she is always right. This is her power, and with this face ending in a square jutting jaw, she can and does dominate over others. Others like her poor sister, the loser. If only her sister had only a small bit of her assets, but alas, that idiotic wretch! Her sister even tried to give her some reality check. What reality? How can she know of reality if she rarely looks at a mirror? Her and all those other losers, but who cares when they are all so easy to manipulate...

She takes the comb and rakes through her strawberry-blond hair with orangey hues here and there. She takes good care of it, and why not, if the creation gave her such a great and flashy piece of fuzz on her fantastic head? Why, she could even run for the president of the local Women's Club. Come to think of it, don't her looks remind her of someone she recalls seeing on TV so often? That candidate for the US president? Hmmmmm!


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