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Jack Jun 18
As I wept for life,
Lament the word of love,
While the heavy rain pouring down
And yet I'm smiling,
If only the road to the sky were that simple,
You'll see me knocking at heaven's door,
I saw how maiden works behind those curtains,
I realized why the devil once an angel,
Like seeing reflection from the water,
Each side have own definition,
Sometimes I'm tired seeing mask of lies,
I'm already wearing one,
Persona of void
Snippets taken from a cluster of characters
This is who you are
A collage of people
Devoid of Self
Like a stone covered in moss
You are consumed
An empty coat hanger
Ready to be draped in any garment
But no matter which face you decide to wear
Nothing seems to fit just right
And the mask you sport
Somehow always tends to slip
sean achilleos
CautiousRain Oct 2021
Tiny porcelain masks;
why not see what happens when you watch them fall?

Look at how
fragile and delicate they are,
each one hand-crafted to hide away
life's torments.

Be honest with yourself,
and retire them
before they crack against your own will.
Had a long talk with a friend...
Lawrence Hall Aug 2021
Lawrence Hall

The Lone Ranger Masks Again

When I was a boy I wore my Lone Ranger mask
I even wore my Lone Ranger mask to school
Where mean ol’ Miz Griggs made me take it off
But now I may (as opposed to “can”) wear my mask

Indeed, I must wear a mask, and so, ha!
Ya can’t make me take it off now, Miz Griggs!
I can wear my Lone Ranger mask, so boo-hoo!
Me and the Lone Ranger, we ride again!

Only…the problem is…I’m not in school

I miss the afternoon nap, too.
Nylee Jul 2021
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.
John McCafferty Apr 2021
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 2021
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.
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