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The Faceless Man

He walks the world without one,
but could borrow any face.

I could guess the colour of His skin
but He doesn't belong to any race

As soon as He's within your grasp
He disappears without a trace

And you can only sense His smile
As He slips into your place.
The Faceless Man is a recurring poetic character of mine. Something always lurking in the shadows.
Life is my biggest addiction, so once I've kicked that I'll get on to the rest.
Just under a month before I tried to kick it.  Found this in an old notebook. Everything changes.
you
all i know is that you shouldn't have looked at me like that if you didn't intend to stay....
*a  sequel to "him" the guy i was seeing dumped me out of nowhere. im pretty crushed...
C’mon
Why do I have to suffer
Why don’t I get a vice
Why don’t I get to stumble
Why won’t you let me fall
Why can’t I show weakness
Why can’t I indulge
Why can’t I break a rule or two
Why can’t I get into some trouble
Why can’t I be bad
Just let me do something bad
Let me break the rules
Just do something for fun
Something that feels good
Because right now everything hurts
And it would seem everyone else
They all get to be weak for a bit
Everyone else can stumble
Oh, but not me
No, not the perfect one
She wouldn’t do that
No, never
She doesn’t have desires
She doesn’t lust
She doesn’t crave escape
She doesn’t want to have fun
She doesn’t want to be happy
BECAUSE YOU
YOU TAUGHT ME
TO FOLLOW RULES
But now I’m suffocating
The weight on my back is heavy
I’m getting weak
But that can’t happen
No, she’s perfect
She doesn’t get weak
She always does right
She’s always virtuous
She never would do that

Haha
But you know what?
I’m ******* human, dear ones
I need people around me
I cannot survive alone
I’d like to have ***
Yeah, I’ve done it alone
I would love to get high
Yes, I would actually like a drink
In fact, I’d like to be very drunk
I connect with that dark music
The kind that screams about torment
I’ve sliced my own skin
I’ve thought about dying
Yeah... at my own hand

Right... but I can’t, can I?
Can’t indulge, can’t go dark
Because you’ve trained me
You’ve programmed me
There is always a fear response
You are responsible
You are why I’m like this
You are why I don’t have friends
You are why I’m not like them
You are why I can’t enjoy anything

I’m so ******* done with this
Being “strong”
Whatever the hell that means
I just wanna be normal
I’m done.
I’m so ******* done.

I’m not perfect
Stop making me out to be
You just make me want
To watch myself
Fall from grace
watch me fall
Son
if you  can wait
and
not be weary.
If you can stick to your head
without headache.
If you can gather
success
with worn-out tools
and
not complain.
If you can be
brave
when friends are cawards,
and
also do all that is good
and
have an ego in appluase.
If you can fight
and
never be tired.
If you can treat
the lost
and
gain
as one, even when friends may mock.
If you can
pass
the unforgiving seconds.
Then son,
you are
a
man.
To the PUBLIC.
I want to be
Invisible;
Man
You dig?
You ...
See
Can't see me
Mo'fo
Hell
No
Can you
,,read betwixt
The lines
Like an Universal
Monster
Dracula
Or Frankenstein
I'm invisible


Man
He ate flowers.

this mentally challenged boy
from the countryside
I used to watch him
in the fields
when I visited my grandparents
as a kid
He was like an exotic thing
a wild beast chasing
static pray
They had no chance,
the flowers
he would assault them
with a killer's smile, frothing,
and would grab
and tear and rip them from
the stem and
would eat them

Nobody knew why
and the only explanation given
was that he was insane

then the men and women
who saw him would
scream at him
to stop and he would raise
his head and watch them
like a deer surprised by
headlights
Then he would spit the colorful
froth from his big mouth
and would run home
hopping and leaping like a horse
through the tall grass

He was mostly inoffensive,
this flower eating boy
but they all told me to stay away
from him and would
always chase him away when
he got too close

Time passed and I moved to the
city and went to school there
and stopped visiting the
countryside and its wonders
I got busy
and my busy life drove away the
magic and mystery of childhood

The flower eating boy is now but
a memory
neither good
nor bad
just strange, interesting

He doesn't eat flowers anymore
because he doesn't live in the
countryside anymore
No, from what I've heard
he's in some mental facility and it was
his last flowery meal that sent him there

I don't know,
maybe if they hanged signs with
"Don't wear flowers in your hair!"
around the village and the fields
that little girl would've been saved
and the village would still have its
magic beast.
you don't know
and i dont always say it
i know i don't make it clear
you don't understand
and i don't say it
but you are my roots
you are my soul
you don't know
how much i need you
maybe i should say it more
because i love you
and you need to know
what you mean to me
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