Music
It plays in the background
Such a lovely sound
The piano player's hands are delicate
Long
Pale
She closes her eyes and sways to the music she makes
Not paying attention to anything around her
The music runs through her veins
As if it gives her life
The one watching her
The one listening
The eyes are blank and cold
The heart is cold and dark
The one listening no longer speaks
No longer moves
His eyes are blank and cold
Emotionless
The music no longer warms his heart
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
There is a girl behind the curtain
In front is the stage
In front of the stage is the audience
They mill about, not knowing there is an actress about to be placed before them
She comes out and starts to act
On her face is the mask of beauty
The mask smiles all day
Her legs are lined with machines that make her walk gracefully
As if she were a dancer
Her arms are poised correctly
Her eyes are always watching, attentive to what is going on around her
She is perfect
Envied by all
Why?
They want to be like her in every way
The show is done now and the captivated audience is stunned and amazed
"How does she do it?" they ask
But they are blind to the gadgets she uses as she acts
When she goes behind the curtain the mask and machines come off
Behind the curtain she's ordinary
Maybe even a bit sad
When she walks, she is no longer graceful
But walks with her head down and her blank eyes stare at the floor
Her face is downcast
She doesn't smile behind the curtain
There are not many people behind the curtain
Maybe one or two
Sometimes not even that many
At one time, when she was young
There was not curtain
She was not expected to be beautiful
She was not expected to be graceful
She was not expected to be someone she wasn't
She was not expected to live up to high expectations
Now older, she is expected to be beautiful
Graceful
And to act accordingly in all situations
No one from the audience has seen the face behind the mask
They do not know her at all
They might know her name
But they don't know her
Behind the curtain, she weeps
Realizing she might never be able to be herself in front of the audience
To show them she is just as ordinary as they are
That she is not as different as they think she is
That she is not so set apart from them as they might assume
She would need great strength and courage
Two things she lacks much
...
After many years of the masks and machines
This girl, she hates the mask
She hates the machines
She hates being fake
She comes up with a plan
One by one, she will remove an item before she goes from behind the curtain to the audience
A year goes by...
She has removed the very last item: the mask
The audience gasps, "what has happened to her?"
"Wasn't she once beautiful, graceful, like an angel?"
She tells them, "do you not see?
"That mask was not me
"Those machines were not me
"Those things were not me
"I'm not as different as you think.
"We are not so different
"Do you not want to see who I really am?"
But they continue their derogatory comments
And she goes back behind the curtain, weeping
She moves to a different crowd, eventually
Knowing she could never face her familiar crowd again
Once again, she comes out from behind the curtain
She doesn't have the machines on or the mask
She is brave to do this
This different crowd shuns her as well
Saying, "she is not beautiful enough to be here."
Again, she moves to a different crowd, hoping they will accept her as she is
They don't either
Eventually she comes to like her place behind the curtain
But is it a curtain anymore?
No, it's brick wall
There's a door, yes
But it's hard to find
No one has found it yet
She goes through this door to act, adding different masks and different gadgets to her collection
Because she was forced back to her fake self
No one has found this door
So she continues her act as the beautiful, graceful one.
She is once again envied by all
And even though she is still sick of the cover-ups
She knows better than to try to take them off
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Spring is coming
The flowers come
Red, orange, purple, pink, the occasional blue
The grass turns from a drab brown to a vibrant green
Because spring is coming
It's a time to look forward to the end of school
Finals are coming up
You race to get it all done
Because spring is coming
The sun shines
The rain pours
Because spring is coming
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
You want to know my opinion on judging?
Are you sure?
You asked
So don't stop me
Judging is dumb
Everyone knows it
It tears everyone down
What right does anyone have to judge?
No one has the right to
We've all messed up at one point
Lied
Cheated
Said something we wish we could take back
We've all done it
Admit it
You've done it too
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
For you
I'm here
I hear you
Your words speak to my heart
I long to help
And to do something for you
But I fear I don't have the words to conceal your pain
I can hold you
And I can murmur to you words of sympathy
But I can't conceal your pain
I'm here for you, though
But is it enough?
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
Speaks to me
Dances with me
Fills my heart with sorrow, lightness, joy
Makes me smile and laugh
Are you sure I can't float like a cloud?
Are you sure I'm not in hell?
To the deepest depths of the earth I go
To the highest levels of joy, I go
With music
Restores me
Reminds me
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Will I ever belong?
No, I didn't think so
I wear my shirts proudly
With the message to the world
It's contradictory to everything
And everyone else knows as home
Love instead of hate
Joy instead of depression
Smiles instead of tears
Kindness, not bullying
Being a friend to the new person
Smiling at your enemy
Serving the one who hurt you most
Saying "I love you" instead of "I hate you"
Love instead of hate
Light instead of darkness
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
Here comes that song again
It plays on the radio whenever I'm home
Anger wells up in my heart as I listen
It was once so precious to me
What happened to you?
Turned into a ****
Someone I no longer know
I knew you only four months ago
That was a lifetime ago
We used to have so much fun
The swings
We played on from ages five to seventeen
The bars
Taught you to do them at age seven
More recent memories are flooding my mind
They lyrics flow through my head
It's like a stream
That's boiling in my heart
Boiling with my anger at you
The best friend that I used to have
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
Trying to read what I'm thinking again?
I know that you can't
I'm unpredictable
No one can read me
It's impossible
They are my thoughts
Mine alone
Don't try to read me
I can't hardly read myself
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
You're gone
I was the one who left though
I'm so far away from you
Why does it have to be this way?
You're so far
So out of reach
My heart seems to have left me long ago
When I left, I left my heart, too
I miss you
And I have the feeling...
You miss me, too
You're on my mind so often
I wish I knew if I was on yours
I look at the twinkling stars tonight
I can't help but shed a tear
Your so far away
I reach for you
But my arms are more empty than before
I want you here
Or maybe me there
I don't care
I want to see you
Because we're so far away from each other
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC