Take a glance into my eyes
Can you tell I am a master of disguise
That my smile is a masquerade
I am more scarred than I portrayed
Sadness as vast as the sea
Entombed within this fictitious body
Constantly camouflaging what's in my heart
Too fearful of being more ripped apart
I pretend to be indestructible
Causing my anger to be more combustible
I made my facade like an intricate weave
Making it impossible for anyone to perceive
The insanity that is burning ablaze
Behind this constructed maze
Concealed under layers of lies
I am the master of disguise
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
Gazing past my somber expression
etched upon the windows reflection.
Silently observing the snow's caress
soft, fragile, cold, much like myself.
Kinship is shared,
as I gaze out from my window,
observing them cascade,
caught in a moment of limbo.
I, just an insignificant snowflake,
weak, insubstantial, easy to break.
Diminished by even the softest touch,
transforming, melting, to lamented sludge.
Many will cast eyes upon my silent fall
but with a millions others, I am too small.
Tranquilizing, a melancholy presence,
lethargically dropping in evanescence.
Some may glance and discover elegance
but rarely can they withstand my elements.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
Tedious tattered tracks
cast aside and cliched.
Freeze the frame
upon the lapsed remnants
of yesteryear's past.
Various voyages traversed,
infusing history,
instilling wisdom.
Inattentive iris,
incompetently fail to grasp,
the weary beauty
of the veteraned tracks.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC