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What's behind the door?
You wanna know, are you sure?
A masquerade ball with freaks down the hall
Rooms filled to the brim with sinners, a party
Of animalistic nature
Come now, let us illuminate your mind
You'll become a god, that I'm sure

I know you are confused
but I'll have you know this is your destiny, and please
Pay no mind to what you see
There will be more parties after this
It's alright, it's okay, it'll start feeling like bliss eventually
Now sit quietly and listen to the children hiss
Isn't it bliss?

So come on, dance with us to the tune of a rising Babylon
Do what you want and bathe in the dark
Follow that spark, you won't be stopped
Not by those awed
Nor by the Christian god

A masquerade ball for those who chose one door
The door to make them fall forevermore
No secrets told, an oath they swore
Trading blood for worship
Anything, anything at all
For a little Love.
Ayesha May 2020
The sea is lonely.
You hear his proud roars and I,
can't unhear his sighs.

Never really tried to track this one down to its real home.
gabby May 2020
i met him at a masquerade, a silly place
where people do not need names.

wearing the mystery of the night,
dancing under the raw spotlight,
his honey lips, his indecisive eyes
were feeding innocent souls with lies.

but then i saw him, at midnight,
alone and hidden with his one light
-the lonely moon, the queen of dead
in front of whom his cheeks turned red.

he was just a tragic moonlover
when the masquarade was over.
oh, that poor disguised angel
made falling in love seem so fatal...
<3 tired of writing short lines
Your magic is wearing off.
It's losing its spark and joy.
Time is slipping by.

Quit your masquerade.
Yash Jan 2020
The slow dance with yourself, prom.
No partner in crime, no getaway.
Caught, red and white all I see.
The sirens of my heart, ringing.

No Heer, No Ranjha.
No Paris, No Helena.
No Laila, No Majnu.
No Romeo, No Juliet.

Ties and Dresses
Corsage and Coronary
Royal Red carpets
straight from the heart.

Epileptic lights
Face in a sea of masks
Empty hands and waiting eyes
Welcome to the Lonely Masquerade Ball.

Where no faces exist
home of the masks.
Where no hip is free
Siamese twins.

Only heart that beats alone.
Only open eyed one
Only closed lipped one
Soulless, Loveless.

Hordes, Masses, Groups.
Flurry of flamingos
Cackle of hyenas
Litter of rabbits, garbage.

The ugly duckling
Oscar Wilde
Stars on Earth
Rainbows in storms.

Missing posters, wanted.
Revolving doors, wait.
Get the getaway car
Go Go Go.
This poem is about somebody who does not belong. A poem about isolation in the midst of traditional love. And a poem about getting away from that place.
Jim Davis Dec 2019
beauty is sometimes ugly...
dancing at a masquerade  ball!
Ya never know... till ya know!  So the beauty within any person... is always a nice discovery! So... I’ll argue against the world and say... beauty... is more than skin deep! And a truly ugly person... sometimes wears a mask of beauty!  Be careful... what one looks for in a person or a mate!
ALesiach Jul 2019
Come on up, come inside!
Grab a cup, try to hide!

Hide behind your masquerade,
join the pretty masks on parade.

Eyes once bright no longer shine,
they flaunt the cracks you try to hide.

Skin as pale as alabaster,
gleams as you dance, twirling faster.

Sealed lips try to smile,
longing to taste joy for a little while.

Hands covered in spidery lace,
flutter with a subtle grace.

Soft brown hair spun with ribbons,
gently tilts, your sorrow a given.

What solemn secrets have you known,
dancing in your castle all alone?

ALesiach © 02/01/2017
harley r noire Apr 2019
we are thespians in a masquerade,
spilling our thousand acts of charade
whilst the soul bleeds on a blade
yet we float, neither alive nor dead.

we are dolls in a tea party,
choking on liquid vacuity
our heads a barren ghost city
nameless, aimless, brimming pity.

our middle name is empty.
i don't even know what this means besides a complete void. seriously. my head and my poetry account are almost dead.
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