#facades
Today I wear the sun’s disguise,
A mask of light, a bright reprise.
Behind each laugh, a shadow hides,
But let no one glimpse the tides.
Gilded smiles fence storms inside,
A fragile calm where doubts abide.
Wish me luck to hold this art,
An actor’s role, my fractured heart.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
Blood stained washcloth wiping away at a soul stained in secrets
how do you wipe the canvas clean without having to burn it
You adorn the swan that holds coffins under its wings, truths you wouldn't have found above water
You adorn the swan that masquerades it's elegance,claws that found their way to your heart
You adorn the swan that protects it's beauty for that's all it had,a gaze that left you with shame
Tethered robes that screamed struggle Soiled jewels that told mistakes I didn't want repeated
Torn photos,moments of regret I kept hidden under the bed
Doesn't it look beautiful
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 10:57 PM UTC
You put on your glassy mask
So I'll only see
The version of yourself
You contrived for me.
You slip on your suffocating shoes
So you can walk on
Like you're not gasping for air,
And nothing is wrong.
You tie up your hair tightly
So you can pretend
You're that pretty little girl again
With those once loyal friends.
You slide up your dejected glasses
So I can't see your bleeding scars
Hiding behind the facade—
I don't know who you really are.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 9:05 PM UTC
The sun is up again, the cameras follow suit,
Another daily episode in your scripted life,
Wake up, make up, kiss it up to others,
You wonder, what shade shall it be today?
We live in a society of sycophants and hypocrites,
Deceit is the trending beauty brand in this generation,
To remain of importance on high status you need to follow the trend,
We've got the liars' lipstick, the eye service eyeshadows,
and most importantly, the cover-up concealer!
Come on, come on don't pout now,
Showing emotion is a presumably forbidden act,
Keep it all hidden, go grab your concealer,
Say you need to powder your nose,
don't forget to touch up that fake smile.
Finally home alone you can take it all off,
Don't worry, Mr. Mirror maybe honest but he doesn't judge,
Wipe away your concealer, unveiling that animalistic snarl,
Finally giving way to your true colours.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
My Grandmère and I have long, gossipy conversations,
where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms.
She’s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things.
They DM her or whisper secrets of lives ordered but loveless,
of careers choked by excesses and indiscretions.
She gets stealthy, leaked business reports of purported fortunes gambled and lost or of innocence wasted in bittersweet embrace - delicious, tangled narratives that expose the gaps between facades and realities that can’t be purchased.
Sometimes we pop popcorn on our private ends of the Atlantic,
watch Netflix, share secrets and laugh conspiratorially.
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Songs for this:
Us by Regina Spektor
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 7:44 AM UTC
Kept out of sight,
And stroked with inks of blue,
I pen in black and white,
And journey my way into you.
Through summer nights,
Back in time of the cusp of signs,
I see you through the slits of light,
As deep down you burned too bright.
I wonder if every facade,
You'd bury in your shade!
I'm bewildered if every heart,
You'd broken to exist in hate!
For as I caressed you on green pastures,
I reciprocate your aura with the soul I laid.
What I could never see within,
You were the one healing.
I'd drive you past your mind maze,
And deflect the waves arising,
Nor did I care to trace.
Or was I realizing?
For if I gave warmth to settle,
I could brush up the haze.
Saw you climbed the beanstalk,
As I fall from cloud nine.
Made you reached the end of time,
And landed on the first line.
I wonder what every facade,
You'll hide within the shade!
Cause deep slumber intertwined with pain,
Is the catastrophe that struck you in vain!
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 1:30 PM UTC
every man looks bigger than they are in the shadows
it takes courage to step in the light
and really be seen
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
I've begun a war, i wanna abandon.
But the love in me, the one you can't see, is the only reason im here.
I wanna defeat gravity.
I wanna be high and woke.
I wanna blow all these thoughts and the **** called feelings up in smoke.
I want that liquor in my hands and my *** on the floor.
Till i find my way, i won't take steps no more.
Don't wanna go home, cause walls gives the body warmth not the soul.
Give me words to express how i feel.
I don't wanna be real.
I wanna dissappear into the crowds, and not come out.
In my own world.
Im gonna cover up, i won't let them know.
Cover up, i won't let it show.
Cover up.....my broken soul
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
A few hold a wall in front of them.
Pretending to be someone they are not.
Trying to impress the world.
Trying to impress themselves.
We sometimes try too hard to impress that we forget what we are doing.
True friends "may" see through farcades, true friends "will" love you for who you are.... without the pretending.
We stick ourselves in this teenage mindset, thinking that we have to be perfect, flaws are a bad thing. Life has ended before it could begin.
We need to understand that facades, is not open, and dethrones our true nature. For one to love us we need to love yourselves first. ;)
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
I always wondered how long I could hold your breath
Hands wrapped like ribbons on your neck
No signs of forced entry since I let myself in gently
I always wondered how my feet will feel on tile flooring
Stained red when you didn’t stop me
Just wanted to write down some notes and your arms were so appealing
I always wondered how I’ll look bathed in blood in the moonlight
Will it look blue with the night hue?
Pity you didn’t let me try, your cries made me lose my appetite
I always wondered how it’ll taste, human flesh from your face
Only the most honorable will be selected
The rest thrown to dogs since they didn’t fit my palate
But of course, I only wondered
I am only hysteric not psychotic your Honor.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
"I am enough"
She said to the mirror,
Dull eyes gazing back
Her reflection recreating regal
expressions
That coming so naturally before, now were cracked
"I am beautiful"
She said, with silver tears
Brimming in her eyes
In the daytime she was Clepatra
Aching for affirmation, filled with ***** lies
Standing in her own presence
No lines so sweetly versed
No role to be rehearsed
Fists clenched, lips tightly pursed
Oh beautiful tragedy! you lost your identity...
the ache is stayed with the plunge of a blade
breaching the chasm which once held your heart
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
Tis the season to be dying
Not too jolly are the lines I'm writing
The hymns mimic my weeping soul
A tune strung with a broken bow
Frail lullabies drenched in sorrow
Wilting with the fading greens
We inhale clouds of dusty air
Cold and fragile as my spine
Tingling numbness in my heart
Like frost bites from within
The finale of an orchestra
An epilogue of sorts
Wintry hails in my disturbed mind
Raining like misfired bullets
From a shoddy gun
Burning letters into my hands
The poetry I craft not pretty
Lacking tales of sugarcoated reality
Mostly **** and somewhat edgy
Infused with truth and too much realitys
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
There are words that can't reach me from here
If you simply pluck them from there.
I need to know a person like you exists,
not about what other people say,
not about what you do in order to be like them,
not like losing the one thing you can't have back
in order to become higher than me, not about
breaking yourself for others because you simply
can't fix them.
Once in awhile, someone needs you to be you,
and sometimes, I have to be me to be me.
Let someone know you can be yourself, and it will all be fine. And being fine, is simply alright.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
I walk this Kiez
A perfect balance of anger and grace
I must be on my toes
At every moment
Scanning each face
Adjusting response in lieu of what's said
To hold space with intent
Not wanting to expect the worse
Encounters of violence
But I prime my senses
Prepare my reflexes
To respond at a split
So at this knifes edge
My nerves sit
Thus I Take the city at my pace
Smile and walk these streets
Always chin up
Look the world in the eye
And from this flow
Square my shoulders
Preside
In this moment. I stand
Exist and go forth
Question not where I came from
But still exhort from my feet
A slow pace
One after another
I aim myself home
Throw the compass asunder
As I stalk and i prowl
My body projecting a fierce front
That I pray will get me to my door
Untouched
Unnoticed
And unharmed
Slide the key in the lock
Feel resistance as tumblers align
And allow me entry
Finally
To my home
My safe space
The weight of holding a balance between anger
And grace falls away
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Dripping sweat, from the days slaving away
Carving, the blood and frustration into a mask
Each chip, which shaves and thins, is paid in flesh
This facade can capture many faces, or no face at all
But when placed upon the brow, the craftsman disappears
For in this tribute to false faces, the true being surfaces
I have never known myself, until I dawned this mask
I breathe air which has never been my own, I am alive.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Perplexed.
As I looked into his eyes, replaying the conversation in my mind...over and over again.
Studying his mouth curvature and ****** expressions, change from confidence to bewilderment. As I confronted his most recent "story".
Stumbling over words, not even remembering his own storyline, it all came to a head.
It's all a fog. The last 11 months of my life.
A tangled web of fulfillment..loss..love..pain..a seeming friendship..laughter..hurts..euphoria..
..Lies..love making..confiding..trust..deceit..
half truths..embellished stories..frustrations..
Anxiety..joys..thrills..adventures..irritations..charm..
Dream making..intense loneliness.
He built walls...constructed of flowers, love notes, thoughtful gifts, candle lit baths with rose petals and love songs...all in hopes to keep me within the realm of his safety lines.
He lied to make me love him..I lied to myself into believing it was all real.
When lies become your reality..nothing stands against it..not even..the Truth.
Now I sit. Alone. In the center of the shambles of what we fabricated, fallen at my feet.
Eyes opened. Accepting the reality. Weaving through the confusion.
Hope in the unknown..the sun still continues to rise..hearts heal and Love still exists.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
I've got a mark on my head from resting on the window
So high I can't control my skeleton
What am I good for?
Flies in my pockets and mind whirling through bounds
I believe for all my life, I've never heard the sound
They said,
"But what will you leave behind?" I guess I'm not afraid of death
I said,
"I'll leave behind love to the lives I was graced to touch."
I've got a mark on my skin for each time I find the blade
So lost to love that I migrate to pain
What am I good for?
Knives in my closet with blood let to loneliness
I believe for all my life, I've never heard the sound
They said,
"A permanent solution." But otherwise went their own.
I wrote,
"I'll leave behind the hate so that you may celebrate."
I've got a bag of nails and a mask upon my face
one extra for you and hammers for us two.
If you don't mind us taking turns, I know just the way to hell.
Maybe you don't believe in gods, but I believe they know us well.
Always laughing doubled over, watching from somewhere else.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Bells within
cause clangor,
drown
sounds that
currents make as
they boil past-
we go in
opposite.
White lie servants,
steering the wheel so
far south,
how could we not
go down?
No Captain to
guide.
And though this
vessel's shared,
We've proven only
mock shipmates.
Churning swifts keep all
aboard-
Ship clutch tenants
close.
All at once trapped
and
left behind.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Even my body
holds me
hostage-
Ribcage cell
barring
manic heart...
when walls won't
fall-
stoic fake brick facades
cling to
well-worn dive bar
foundations,
'Tis the bitter
finally cuts through-
slices past the
evergreen potency
of man-made
strength-
bellicose, forcing
its way in;
open up and
swallow-
tonic permeating
soulless through,
anchors to bottom
& crumbles youth.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
I will never understand
How rocket science works,
How caterpillars become butterflies,
How languages evolve linguistically,
How genetics determine everything,
How faith is determined,
How hope is enduring,
How love is prevailing,
How any relationship works,
How I fit into my own life...
Stuff like that.
I will never understand
A lot of things,
But I'll be ******
If I don't make you think
I already do
Understand.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
Letting other people's weaknesses, weaken you or you will remain weak; forever, positively; a negative.
Don't let other people's facades live vigorously through you, or end up missing out on your own.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Betrayal invites itself for dinner
when the murky air won’t lift
revealing the shattered facade
that's rebuilding a fallen idol.
There are pieces scattered afar
of resolution and calm that wouldn’t stay
choking on the whims of forlorn affection
the rope is cut, the fall is long.
Down at the bottom, strangers are friends
sirens are lures and the moon has a heart
quietly lay sleeping, anger is dreaming
marriage is the fury of destiny’s wrath.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC