#camouflage
Some people are homes.
But others wear a bright disguise,
With painted walls and tranquil skies.
You seek their warmth to hide from rain,
Only to find they breed the pain.
The timbers crack, the illusions fade,
Revealing traps that malice made.
Some people are storms pretending to be homes.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
Do you dare to search deep within me,
reveal my darkest secrets
and uncover the truth?
I am a master of disguise,
displays of emotion are denied
enough to outwit any sleuth.
So I must ask...
Are you sure you want to see
what is behind this mask?
©️Lizzie Bevis
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC
Vintage Chanel lives rent free in my mind
the colors are deep, subtle and magical.
Over time, the originally soft textures,
become luscious, like a lover's caressing touch.
In college, you dress down,
you want to blend in, not stand out
gods forbid you flag entitlement
and draw envy's barbed compliments.
The simple styles bear the twin burdens
of camouflage and practicality.
In Paris, fashion can be capricious,
but elegance is a silent conversation,
with its own intricate vocabulary in drape,
line, fabric and in painstaking choice.
In places where fashion matters - Paris, Manhattan, the Hamptons,
it can signal position, the way uniforms signal authority everywhere.
A splash of fashion can not only have a fabulous effect
on how its wearer feels, it can tell important stories.
I’m told that, in back rooms, where fortunes are awarded or lost,
fashion can announce arrival, rank, and intent.
It can whisper new wealth, in upstart display
or a threadbare, silent duel with mounting debt
.
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Songs for this:
The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Read Between the Lines by The Bingtones
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 2:21 PM UTC
I'll cover me
even though
you liked me cover free,
I'll camouflage my feelings
like you masked your fakeness
Dec 16, 2021
Dec 16, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC
Made my heart a rock,
trying to brake
the camouflage
you wore,
trying to heal
your wings,
Fly was the dream
And then
you did.
And I waited for you,
you know,
I
was the one not flying
anymore.
And you left;
when I needed you,
You left
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 7:21 PM UTC
It often feels as though I was never meant
To be the man that I have stubbornly become;
It often seems more likely that at one time,
During my checkered past,
I laid in wait in the foliage,
Sprung a makeshift trap,
Subdued one of my pursuers,
And assumed their identity
It would be one of the few logical explanations
For why I consistently sabotage my own path;
Retreating to my sanctuary,
Setting up tripwires around every corner,
Poisoning my sole water source,
Setting up sensors around my heart,
Camouflaging the exposed crimson,
And stalling for time that I no longer own
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
Soft iris.
Lilacs in your eyes,
You use this to your disguise.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
butterfly
in the killing jar
made object
made art
preserved perverse pleasure
collected
displayed as though
some great master
to prove the beauty of nature
pushed one more step
into extinction
pretty colours are there
for camouflage
from idiots/predators
to keep the bounty of nature
outdoors
for everyone
to enjoy
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
I put you first
when you deserved to be lost,
I've gave my all
and you didn't care at all,
I've been so discomfort
about everything,
everything else but you.
Suddenly I saw your lies,
I'm terrified.
Do you want to hold my heart?
Guess it was all just for fun.
It was too good to be true
and I'm left with feelings for you,
I don't know what to do.
Guess I'll cover everything,
I'll cover you,
I'll cover me,
even though
you liked me cover free.
At least you taught me how to fake it.
I'll camouflage my feelings
Like you masked your fakeness.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
Courage and strength in the midst of her fear
Disguises her feelings, though she woke up in tears
Uneven, rocky and rough her journey will be
Winding and long her roads are temporarily
She’s confused of the thoughts that even the toughest will tire
That the strongest will be weak and the happiest will cry
She has begun to find doubts on how far she could go
She started to get scared if she would be able to go through
There were minutes of choosing to stop and finally give up
But still she thought of how long did she hold on and how she has battled so tough
Then she thought of how God has led her way and guided her journey
Showing her unshaken smile, she stood up again and began her odyssey.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Yes, I wear a mask
Woven of fabric of falsity
Now drenched in agony
The mask of grief, pain and fear
But my calm face says “I’m fine!”
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
You wore camouflage
I was in neon blue
You set your sights on me
But I couldn't see you
You took one shot
And then served me on a platter
You had me all to yourself
It's like I didn't matter
Is that all I am?
Just a piece of meat
Is that all I am?
Now obsolete
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Dear Amelia,
It's different; everything
I’m so sorry
I can't see you anymore
I’m afraid
I can only see the squalor
My face has changed
with lines of age
And carved with lines of ink
While the cross I wear
Proves me a sinner
A single tear
Convicts me a murderer
But I am safe now behind the razor wire
A lifetime of safety… without parole
Sounds like something I’d trade
For a small red balloon
A syringe and a spoon
Are you eating?
Are you sleeping?
Are you walking yet?
Are you dreaming?
If you close your eyes
You can see me the way I used to be
But if you open them
I become a lachrymose monster
So dearest Amelia
Close your eyes
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
When in nature,
chameleons will alter their original form,
in order to survive.
If you placed her next to those miraculous creatures,
she would put their shape shifting to shame.
For as long as she could remember,
she camouflaged her colors so she could survive.
She bended and molded to be
whatever people wanted her to be.
The problem with this is,
after the threat has gone,
chameleons will once again return to their truest form.
But for her it's always survival of the fittest.
And if you asked her,
She wouldn't know which colors,
truly belonged to her,
Anymore.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
The last two days have been hard
I failed again
to tell you who I am
The third time now
I don't want this
I want to tell you
but no matter how hard I try
it's only camoflaged words
that come out of me
and you don't see the message
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
~
In the warmth of the danger threshold,
flaming lover’s ink only gets magnified...
I really tried to behave myself but it's so painful!
Every inch of me yearns for you ardently,
naked from unthinkable fears soon or later we will be...
so stop doing that silly camouflage thing,
it swirls down my skin’s sanity!
~
© Christina Philipe
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
*Mimesis:
the deliberate imitation of the behavior of one group of people by another as a factor in social change.*
Somewhere, someone
knows these colors to be home.
Not only the sandy complexion of the boots,
but the laces slipping and sliding
into loops and over
soft tongues and slowly pulling,
constricting, suffocating.
Even its shape—
the shallow curve of a man’s ankle,
the slow descent to the tips of his toes—
these are the sandy silhouettes and generous hills
recalled from their youth.
Someone, somewhere
admires jagged peaks of pale crested mountains.
The same jagged peaks
they have seen rising and breaking
in the wrinkles of loose fitting fatigues,
and complimented by vests,
spotted with the gentle green pastures
once ruled by their jidd’s sheep.
There are chains of mountains
as wide as chests under Mandarin collars
and just as full of pockets and pouches
as military issued BDU’s—
but this is cheap imitation.
It is a failed mimesis.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Life is so fragile I could cry,
But I never tell you how I felt,
What if the feelings just don't make sense?
But I get a feeling like I'm camouflaged,
Fortress around my heart.
I don't wanna say goodbye,
But I have to catch my ride.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
They say boys like nice girl
Do you?
I assume you like it somewhere in between
But tilt to bad a little bit
Just like the other day when I was choosing between
Black and White lingerie
Black wins
You blushed when mentioning that thing
But I saw you staring at those
Legs.Literature is your camouflage
Mini skirts are your sanctuary
They say blue- eyed people are smarter
Are you?
I have brown ones but I bet I could still
Make you a fool
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
No amount of camouflage on my face
or ornamentation upon my skin
can hide the insecurity I attempt
to keep hidden deep within.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC