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  Apr 2016 Karmen
Remmelt J Mastebroek
Once I was sad and lonely,
having nobody around to comfort me.
So I created a mask that always smiled,
just to hide my true feelings.

Once I had many friends;
with my mask, I was one of them.
Deep inside I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part.

Nobody could hear my cries for help,
for I designed my mask to hide those lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
for I hide my mask to keep on smiling.

Behind the smiles there were tears waiting
and behind all the comforts were the never ending fears.

While my tears where crying,
my feet kept walking.
My body was left behind,
to keep on hoping!

Day by day
I was slowly dying
I couldn’t go on,

I’m still searching
for the thing that’ll stop my crying,
for someone who’ll erase my fears
and for someone to wipe my tears.

But until then, I’ll keep on smiling
hiding behind the broken mask I’m wearing.
Hoping one day I can throw my mask away.
But until then, I’ll be here… Waiting.
  Apr 2016 Karmen
Stefania S
dreams, they sit
peaking through open lids-eyes watching
sealed in a long pouch
an empty dream rests
black ink shines upon
its contents
unread and unearthed
silence compounds the
air between, kisses
never tasted, from
mouths never wasted
they walk past daily
fingers touching, eyes
purposefully avoiding
**** tear, it's there
she waits, collects dust
and creates for
an empty pouch
that keeps a dream
  Apr 2016 Karmen
Rapunzoll
most nights
i'm only loving you
in fragments,
i'm only loving
you in death

i wander your
mind like a child in
search of it's mother,
but you were
orphanages
not loving homes

only drugs can
compare to
the feeling of
disillusion
i had when i was
with you.

i love you,
i crave
you
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  Apr 2016 Karmen
belbere
Another,
Another,
Drink up, girl,
Drink!
There’s more to the art of tea parties
Than you think,
See, I’ve been doing this longer
Than you’ve been alive, but
The clock keeps on ticking,
Do you think you'll survive?

I’ve read the leaves,
I know what they say,
Tell me I’ll be stuck here
’Til my dying days,
They should’ve put a warning
Sign by the rabbit hole -
In I came, but
Out I can’t go,
So,

Drink up, girl,
Drink!
I have to continue,
Creating new fortunes
With every *** I brew,
Really hoped that I could have
Stuck my fate onto you,
But you’ll be keeping your head,
Ain’t nothing I can do,
So,

Another,
Another,
Drink up girl,
Drink!
It’s an endless tea party, superb,
Don’t you think?!
I know I’m stuck, but
You’ve got nothing to fear;
Though I have to warn you,
We’re all mad here.
an ekphrastic for class, based upon the illustration of the tea party in alice in wonderland by john tenniel - special thanks to naomi
  Apr 2016 Karmen
Makenzie Scott
The distance between  the sun and moon
is a straight line, a few light years, one shooting star
or however many you want.

The distance between the two of us
is silence, a pair of shoes untied,
a walk with too many steps back.

Tie my shoes,  hold my hand.  
              I will show you where parallel lines cross.
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