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I found a mask in my attic.
It was just laying there.
It's rather erratic,
finding a mask somewhere.

There was a note attached.
It read 'One size fits all; one per person'.
So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched,
I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion.

But it did not fit.
With my confusion awoken,
I could not wear it,
Despite what the note had spoken.
I assumed it to be broken.

But upon closer inspection,
I made a detection.
The space of the mask had been taken,
By something much more potent.
Leaving me less then content.
 Jan 2016 pralay patra
Dee
#3
 Jan 2016 pralay patra
Dee
#3
I am torn between loving and unloving you;
Burning bridges and closing doors
Or jumping into the void
And perhaps;
Learn how to fly.
I extend a hand,
a smile to Death, and bid him
comfort in my soul.

Since my father died
so young, always unreasoned
fear of dark, the end.

I have my father's
heart; it will fail me, just as
his stopped that winter.

He worked when he could
(not often at the end) to
keep family fed.

I have my father's
heart; I work for food, shelter
to its final beat.

I say in half-jest
I work to eat better cat
food in retirement.

The half-truth unsaid
is I work so my wife might
eat in retirement.

I pray I have my
father's heart; lived so bravely
and died so alone.
My mother's song for my father was "Desperado".  Mom...I get it now.
Today I'm in love,
and my heart is dancing all around.
The butterflies buzzing in my stomach
show no sign of calming down.

Today the colors are brighter,
the air a little bit more fresh.
I woke up this morning
feeling more than blessed.

I cannot describe in full
the feelings I currently feel,
but to have her in my life
is a pretty big deal.

She's stunning, magical,
elegant, and blissful.
When I'm around her,
everything is so peaceful.

She's my super dork,
through the good and the bad.
Never have I ever
considered someone this freaking rad.
It kinda got 90s generation lingo there at the end :D

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 Jan 2016 pralay patra
Shay
Every day I sit down and begin to open my soul;
I bleed out onto the paper in ink; feelings becoming less whole.
But oh, what a beautiful release from within.
The secrets are out, no longer buried beneath my skin.
Obsessions,
They either end or you do.
And sometimes it's called love.
I want to fall asleep beside you
bury my thoughts under subconscious blankets
open all the windows and let the light in
I want to be the center of attention
tie up strings around dream ballerinas
take all the paper off our presence
I want you to **** me slowly
and prove to the universe that I am already dead
I want to fall asleep beside you
and wake up in your head
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