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Nylee 4d
It is all turning grey, it is
Losing its colour
Losing the semblance,
The identity
Turning out to be
Something else entirely
Every inch transforming
A change so rapid
If not seen, won't believe it
It is as if nothing is real
We have been seeing the masks
The truth is, is very dark.
Two dark sides converse in glinted eye,
we judge between few subtle signs,
vibrations bend which speed up time,
what sad masks we wear, when occupied.

Allow yourself some pause for thought,
searching around inside of you,
whichever form this may flow through,
to find that place of peace and solitude.

Importance of imprinting reflective memories,
we hold onto questions of our visions set,
remembering of what was and came to be,
a fabricated formulae.

The varied receptive connections of others,
helps us engage respond and occupy,
to release the grey that builds inside,
heaviness escapes through focused sighs.
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Michael Apr 1
Fabric and strings,
I'm sick of these things
that smother my face
and muzzle my screams!
What are these things
I hate you might ask?
Just give me a match,
I'll burn up my mask!
That's just how I feel.
Emmi Forbes Feb 5
what a gift to
remove the layer of
sense dulling
fabric and
breathe
the air
the first in a series I started during my first year of teaching in 2020 called “Recess Poetry.” all words written during our 20 minutes outside each day.
Gangothrii Jan 27
Some lines that etches the happiness at heart,
Some left scars of pretence on our part,
They cracked the creases we called our smiles,
Look closer to see the tremors they hide.

Masks many wore tend to come adrift,
The pain we bore brought solace no swift.
Tears unshed clung to lashes with might,
Dare not fall, for there's left no fight.
Nuala Jan 19
My wardrobe does not contain pretty dresses
or cosy jumpers
My wardrobe is not where I go to smell fresh cotton
or to hang up my coat after a walk in the rain
My wardobe is where I find my fraying armour at 6am
it is where I pick my favourite mask
any mask
to hide my truth
I pick the mask with cherub cheeks
and eyes that light the room
i pick the mask that cloaks my sodden cheeks
and tie is thrice around my face
Drilling nails down into my skull
dare it not slip away
My wardrobe does not contain pretty dresses
or cosy jumpers
It holds everything I hide
and bury deep and safe inside.
Abraham Jan 3
I used to get very annoyed with my mask
each day I’d implore, “Is it too much to ask -
that my glasses don’t steam up when I walk in a shop
or to not have to swallow down buckets of snot?”
But lately my viewpoint has started to waiver
as I discover new uses for this multi-lifesaver
like wiping the grit from my spectacle lenses
or warming my beard when I’m out mending fences.

Then there are subtler means of employ
(I’m not talking about some ***** *** toy)
where this sliver of material,
though appearing unmanly,
has proven itself surprisingly handy.
Only last week, on a long evening walk
I crept into a church round the back of Earls Court
and sat down to the tones of an ***** concerto
that whirled within me like Dante’s Inferno.
Out of the blue I began to cry
emotions stuffed deep inside reached for the sky,
streams gushed forth from each quivering eye lid
I’d not wept so fiercely since being a kid
yet though it did not cover the whole of my face
with my mask pulled high I was
at least,
saved some disgrace.

When this is all over (I promise it will)
hold a thought for how
your mask did fulfill
so many functions,
besides helping you survive
and perhaps carry one in your pocket
to keep the memory alive.
John McCafferty Dec 2020
Done are the days of May
You could say we moved on
Spent into early retirement
As raw breaths fade away
All there is is change

The importance of a moment
Instilled inside this frame
To have and to hold in exchange
Consumed to idle eyes
A gift for you and I

The view of which describes
Is fleeting if you let it pass by
Who you are and what to do
Escapism clasps many masks
Only shown to grace the task of life
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
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