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Screams echo
Down the halls
Bouncing on and
Off the walls

Pain and confusion
Lace the screams
Except no one can hear
Through the mask of glee

Too deaf to hear
Too blind to see
The pained cry
And agony
Flint Holcomb May 2019
I sometimes am afraid
To go outside
Because there is a high chance
Of being trampled by elephants

They roam the streets
Seemingly peaceful to the untrained eye
But these elephants can turn on a dime
And crush you underfoot

The only way to be safe around them
Is to wear an elephant mask
And crush the mask-less with them
Filling you with guilt

I sometimes am afraid
To go outside
Because there is a high chance
Of being trampled by elephants
Cardboard-Jones May 2019
The autumn wood have the winters brow
And the tree line holds me captive.
I run through the pleasantries but I know I cannot escape.
The gray shaded outline is filled in with a mixture of colour,
Melting into one bowl,
Dripping from the leaves.

I am ambushed by the emotions of my childhood.
Emotions long forgotten.
At least attempted.
The promise of tomorrow lingering on my lip,
Quivering and curious.

She comes out from the trees that imprison me.
Beauty flawless and without regret.
Standing with her feet bare
She says not a word, not a word shall be said.
And I shall keep my words.

She wears a smile with saddened eyes.
A simple oxymoron,
Yet the most challenging to understand.
Off her face the mask would fall.
Suppose she is tired of the role.
The gray shadows of the woods stalk her no more,
And the color once belonged has returned to her skin.

As I don the mask all I can do is wonder
If I shall see these woods once more.
em May 2019
who are you
under the mask of the person
you pretend to be
who are you because you are not mine though i want you
H I Kabo May 2019
I listen as she calls my name,
It slips and falls as soft as mane.
Her voice so sweet and none but tame,
And strong enough to fight all bane.

She steps so light into my space,
And glides her grace into a pace.
Her walk is noble and hard to face,
For she is mightier than even The Dace.

Contorted in worry, her face so glum.
When I am sick, she's none but numb.
My tears are streaks of painful grum,
'Cause if I'm not well, in sadness she dwells.

Love and care is all she gives,
If she's not there, then there's no being.
A greatness that shines through all that lives, she is...my mother.
Mothers are everything
Steve Page May 2019
You wear the mask
that gets you through the day.
You close the door and tear
and tear the mask away.

You wear the mask
that gets you through the war.
You close the door and swear
there is no better way.
Lines 5 &6 are from a movie.
H I Kabo May 2019
I knew all about your heart.
That beat with love and endless mirth,
and so full of life, it felt no gloom.
But what do I remember?
I remember the day it stopped.

I knew all about your warmth.
With hugs that healed all of my hurts,
and arms that barred all of my fears.
But what do I remember?
I remember how cold and still you lay.

Your words resound around my head.
Too little I was for the wisdom you shared
That only made sense long after you left.
And what do I remember?
I remember the day you died.
This song is for my father who passed 7 years ago.
H I Kabo May 2019
Like a soundless rain that fell in drops,
I shed my tears beneath a mask.
And behind a wall that hid my fears,
I made a vow to make it strong.
How else can my soul be safe,
if there's no mask to hide it all?

Brick by brick, through love and pain,
I saw it's use, and I saw it's bane.
For in love, the lies were wrought.
And in pain, they were none but shunned.
Then how else can my heart be safe,
if the mask I don is all but vague?

And then it came! As swift and deaf,
as the nightly wind. It wrought it's way
through the layers I built. Sham!
Brick by brick, the wall came down.
By love and pain, I learnt of life.
And the mask I wore, in pieces it fell.
Never ever hide your true feelings because your true self might get lost in the way.
Bob May 2019
I'm offbeat humming a tune
Making it difficult for you to tap your feet
You decide to scream out of key
Staring at me as I stare at you
Silence broken by you asking
Should we take this home
Counted me in on three
I speak about what I know
I only believe what I see
And I have seen a right and left not make a perfect pair
I'm the type that would rather smoke the trees then count the leafs
Live life instead of living for afterlife
Pushing your beliefs won't make me believe
Love is far from free
Hate holds more weight
Hard to love with hate
Thanks to the pain I hate to love
I threw twelve nickles in a well
I threw sixty cents away
My last girlfriend was out here to teach me
Failing is not the worst part of failure
That would be holding on to long
Love to hate to loneiness to regrets
Now I sit with torn pictures and scotch tape
Till I finish off a fifth of liquor
From Facebook you would think my life is perfect
Fake as the smile on this aged face
Sad as the man with that fake smile and aged face
Feedback is appreciated
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