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1

1:00am in the morning dark
I take breath of vapor
And a swig from a jar

2

I’m trying to escape
But the glass is slippery
It’s an upward incline
Almost straight but curved just so
Like a smirk as I tumble just bellow

3

The liquids like fire
It Burns
But I like it
A crutch like so many before
But an item
Not a person
So much more dependable.
A item cannot leave you
You must loose it
Or leave it yourself

4

Looking at an almost empty bottle
I cry out
No tears come
But ripples crack the surface as I shake
I used to cry
But misery scared
Left tears behind.

5

Pain claws through vocal chords
To strained to speak
I will not cry
I will not wail
Speaking scares people away
brings pain. The loss in broken rings.
As the sun rises peaking behind
Tinted mountains
I smile
Red ribbons tie a mask.
I am optimistic
I am happy
I will be what is needed
I will never again lose someone from sadness
I Am Happy
You are the moon
People stare at you
Gaze at the light you can give
to the darkest night
But the moon hides secrets in the darkness
As asteroid feelings collide
Creating scars fresh on the surface
Craters, hiding a glowing soul
The moon shines bright in shadows
But in the daylight
She is gone
No one sees her
No one stays up all night to watch her
Yet when the sun stands in front they do
Her fame is in their shadows
She is nothing without the stars
And sun
She is gray
She is nothing
She is what others want her to be
Yet so sad in lonesome
That she will change face during months
And finally
You can see through her mask.
Shruti Atri Jan 2016
There is a sleep
That beckons to me:
Takes hold of my soul.

There is an ache
That deepens the wound:
Tears open a hole in my heart.

There is a mask
That stays on my tongue;
My self
And in my eyes,
So they know I haven't fallen apart,
*Just yet...
Belle Victoria Jan 2016
the children with the masks starting to count down from six to zero
nobody knew what was happening yet they all knew what was going on
it was a sick and twisted game and there was no price you could win

the night was falling and the counting stopped and so did her heart
the angels were done beating her to death and the demons were laughing
the children with the masks were still smiling everything went wrong..

you could run for your life and all the humans you needed to save
but they will catch you, they will hunt you down and break you break...

two wrongs no rights all the broken ones lost each other that night
so I love reading.
Gracie Knoll Dec 2015
We're all actors just looking for the right costume
We're all puppets just looking for the right strings
We're all clowns just looking for the right masks
We're all rabbits just looking for the right holes
We're all people just trying to fit in
Sonny Ray Dec 2015
A family of masks
So scarcely removed
They bled like skin
...
With a big smile
Plastered on my face
I fit right in
Luna Casablanca Dec 2015
I'm thinking of how I return to the spot in the disco ball moonlight
and I'm catching my breath.
I always noticed people who are uptight
using humor as a mask.
This masquerade is filled with gowns of glitter
and tuxedos of black and white.
We dance, we chat, we drink our beloved manhattan and gin.
I'm more than excited to be at the masquerade,
Though I'm hit by past behavior of craziness and belting profanity.
I didn't mean it.
Just want everyone focused on my glitter so I now still wear a mask.
Can we still dance?
Can I have one more drink?
Can they learn to move forward?
Behavior is like a masquerade.
Dress to perfection, and don't drink too much or you'll end the night with humiliation and grief.
Play with your boa but don't chase if it doesn't catch his eye.
Don't lay a hand on her if she refuses a dance with you.
Be kind to the others at the ball.
Smile and whatever is hurting inside,
put a mask on it.
We don't need to ruin everyone's time at the wonderful masquerade.
Some may or may not
Forget.
Mica Kluge Dec 2015
I want to stop;
To never do it again.
I've wanted that before,
But I could never make it,
The threat, couldn't shake it.
This time, I have to do it,
Then, it'll be no more.
Six times that has happened,
But there was never any change.
So what's different this time?
Each time I was desperate,
I hate how that feels.
But never hated it enough
To stop what I was doing.
I can't look at myself;
I can't live with it anymore.
I'm tired of the hate,
I'm tired of the shame.
Maybe that's what makes
This time so different.
All the hate has piled up,
A ticking bomb,
And if it explodes, then I'm gone.
I don't want that, so I
Decide to try again,
To lie awake and wait for morning
And see what may come
With the breaking of dawn.
If it is the breaking of me,
Then so be it,
But I will be real.
Real and broken,
But forever rid of the
Mask and the nightmares
That it brought.
ShadowWolf Nov 2015
I grew up seeing the world as a wonderful place
but now I see what it truly is
under the gold-plated streets is a world of darkness.
the people are just the same
they put on masks covered in jewels to hide their hideous faces
hatred, greed, lust, and betrayal
the things that plague the hearts of the people.
There are the few of us that remain a beacon of hope
it’s like finding gold in a dark empty cave
but once it's discovered everyone wants a piece.
Those few good people are blinded to the world of corruption by their purity
they are slowly broken away till all that remains is an empty husk.

Those who are smart build walls around their hearts
to protect their light so life can't ***** it out
others welcome the darkness.

Take a look at the things we find valuable in this world
is it the people or the knowledge?
the innocence or the bravery?
no it’s the gold and silver,
the sapphire and emerald.
the things that shine the things that gleam
the things directly opposite of our cold and dark hearts.
We hope that the shine of a diamond around our neck will distract from the dark voids that we have

All this corrupt life can do for us is take.
Some say it’s a game, some say it’s a battle
but it isn't, a game would mean there is a chance
a battle would mean there was a choice or a side to fight for
but it’s not, it’s more like a parasite leeching what it can till we are left with nothing
then it moves on to a new victim

And I refuse to be next
suicidal twitch Nov 2015
There's a logical explanation for evey problem of mine that arises,
The universe runs on a set of fated laws leaving no room for surprises,
This morning I put on a mask that was indeed fake,
And now it seems like that mask of mine shall soon break.
Eh... I dunno...
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