#masks
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Мы поднимаемся как птицы к небесам,
Туда, где новый долг приуготован нам,
Где, польза и добро сольют свои усилья,
Утрачивая тень, я обретаю крылья!
-И снова сцены,
Наигранные драмы,
Актёры по неволе мастера скрывать обманы,
Всё новые сюжеты на сцене появляются,
Всё новые актёры под масками скрываются,
Посмотри, как рождаются,
Сумасшедшие идеи,
Мы маски одеваем, чужие роли играем,
Свою судьбу, а чью-то ломаем,
И кто назвал наш театр раем?
Откуда мы порой убегаем,
Глаза закрываем.
- Но жизнь ценность приобретает, когда актёры по своим сценариям играют,
Главные роли выбирают!
Припев:
Жизненные драмы,
И роли по сценария,
Кто руководит нашим сознанием,
-с познанием,
кто правит этой сценой?!
Кто руководит судьбой,
Ещё не поздно сменить свою роль!
Начать новый бой!
II куплет
Эй, друзья театра!
Что же будет завтра,
Какую роль сыграем,
Какие маски сейчас мы одеваем,
Даже искрение чувства от друзей скрываем,
Друг друга ложью, лицемерием питаем.
И каждый знает, но продолжает играть
И каждый день,
Эту сцену всем придётся повторять,
Любовь и та уже умеет по своим сценариям играть,
- себя продавать
строим иллюзии, что любим всё и всех,
а за спиной не можем остановить свой смех!!!
А в библии ведь сказано что это тоже грех!
Вот занавес взвивается над нами,
Лучшие актёры сейчас перед вами.
Сами пишем сценарии в своём понимании,
Искусно играем,
Искусно скрываем от людей свои сердца,
Главное доиграть свою роль до конца.
Припев…
ІІІ куплет
Тяжело играть самого себя!
Тяжелей складывать судьбу из поломанных дней,
Рисовать одной и той же краской,
Пара бы сбросить маски,
И показать что внутри,
Перешагнув через себя, мы продолжаем идти,
Не знаю, как могут люди без стука в душу зайти,
Чаще выбираю роль злодея,
Не пытаясь выглядеть добрее,
По смелее открываем новые двери,
Меняем тысячи мнений,
Пройдя сквозь стены сомнений,
идём к заданной цели!
Припев:
Жизненные драмы,
И роли по сценария,
Кто руководит нашим сознанием,
-с познанием,
кто правит этой сценой?!
Кто руководит судьбой,
Ещё не поздно сменить свою роль!
Начать новый бой!
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC
Their faces concealed by pastes of varying colors, red, whites and blacks
All of them following that vicious jack
Such violent colors I see in my dreams
And yet I cant help the screams
The rules are falling apart
And he thinks himself so smart
what will happen when he fails?
He'd still be praised
When the beast appears
Will he truly hit it with his spears?
So I clutch the conch so dearly
But I can't think clearly
I try so hard
But my lead is so quickly disregarded
Jack thinks this fun! he thinks...its a game
But I feel the flames
The smoke was the beginning
But now its everywhere suffocating
Jack feels warmth I feel the burn
And I discern
We are two of a coin, never facing each other
Almost like brothers
Coming from the same spill
The same thing that fills
Floods the other
One a nova
Another a supernova
One starting up one dying
Why are you still lying?
Blood hit the rock, and that was the moment I knew, you were the beast
That's why you wanted a feast
To keep us sated, to keep us down
But in the end we all looked like clowns
As we saw him, and his boat
Freedom? Or another cage with a different beast?
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:32 PM UTC
The moving trucks pulled out of sight,
A trail of dust in fading light.
Boxes packed, goodbyes all said,
Empty rooms inside her head.
They thought she'd be alright, you see,
A cheerful wave, "Don't worry me!"
A smile she wore, a practiced art,
To hide the ache within her heart.
The playground swings stood still and bare,
No laughter echoed in the air.
Each passing day, a heavy stone,
She walked the world, but felt alone.
Beneath the surface, tears would flow,
A secret garden, none would know.
Her smile a mask, a fragile screen,
Hiding worlds that might have been.
The seasons turned, the years flew past,
Her silent sorrow built to last.
For though her lips might curve and play,
Her friends were gone, so far away.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
Trapped inside
Vanquished by the light
Doomed to rot alone for eternity
Neverending fears haunts my mind
Dark enchantments keeps me alive
I’m drowning in tears to cleanse the scars away
Mending, but never healing
This malice
Tears me apart
As life goes on
I’m slowly sinking ever deeper into darkness
Decaying on a throne of pain
Frozen in time
Deep down in the abyss
They have come for me
Faceless terrors
Voices without words
Venomous, chaining and enslaving
-An endless battle of loss
Maybe… I should end it all
Yet
I smile
Like a gardener in its own garden
My cage of thorns endures…
The freakshow must go on.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:13 AM UTC
Stupendous ideas and inspiration filling the canvas with my brush
To present it in front of the unknowing crowd watching with sorrow, courage or lush
It is not the painting which the artist considers his exposition
No, its the lies of which the viewer claims its meaning and conviction.
To put on an act and say ‘Aye, keen eyes that is indeed as intended’
Agreeing with all of the interpretations, no matter how wild or splendid
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 10:00 PM UTC
Lies are not sweet poison—
Their edges cut deeper…
Like a needle piercing the heart,
Tearing the soul apart.
Their faces are so shameless—no lie can hide their ugliness.
They’re fools who miss the meaning
In life’s small, quiet threads.
To them, a toy’s bright glitter
Outshines all depth and grace.
And truth? It loses meaning
In their hollow, painted space.
In their world of lies and flattery,
No room for honest words.
Their masks have grown into their skin.
Now they cannot live
Without those roles they play.
Each step—a performance,
Each day—a masquerade.
But the play is almost over.
The masks will turn to dust.
And every soul is bound by law
To become themselves—at last.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 6:36 AM UTC
are we truly real?
two masks lost in a
tango of lies unsaid
and chains of shame
are we truly free?
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
The sound of laughter skims the water
A faint remembrance
A foggy crystal, chipped and sharp.
A strong feeling.
The grass sways;
The masks we wore melted.
A soul meeting its own,
A crystal meeting its match.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
it's genuinely hard to love someone
strapped down by numbness
wondering if this is a life i want
what are dreams and desires
when i ache and reject your proposal?
he's so sweet and neat
tear into me like a piece of cloth
needed to become someone's tourniquet
i gorge on your blood
until my nerves disconnect
despair laps me up like warm milk
and i am drowning in that pearly pool
plagued by visions of my ******
tears outline me beautifully
exactly how i imagined it to be
who am i to justify
the parasite feeding off of my existence?
i'm afraid of my reflection
she's the producer of the fake smile
i want to pull out my veins
and bundle them together for you: a bouquet
disenchantment veils my fatigue
so many voices and appearances
my, the masks i got begin adhering to my skin
it hurts to pull them off sometimes
but i do what i must
to preserve my identity.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC
What are we left with when all our masks shatter?
What does the mirror echo when our reflection seizes to exist?
What does the soul hunger in the depths of an endless void?
What does our root seek amidst the face of uncertainty?
What does our sacral desire when meaning evaporates?
What does our solar plexus requires in the loss of self?
What does our heart longs for when it loses its rhythm?
What does our throat scream when it is voiceless?
What does our third eye still sees when we stitch it shut?
What does our crown hold when we finally surrender?
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
unassuming with
many masks to wear
too many people to
be
break away from
the sense of duty
you've come to know.
"What lies underneath?"
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
The thick wall that kept rising, receding.
The dense fog that kept clouding, thinning.
The loud silence that kept ringing, quieting.
The deep uncertainty that kept looming, fading.
The endless panic that kept alarming, silencing.
The fierce anxiety that kept suffocating, breathing.
The lonely hate that kept restraining, releasing.
The fiery anger that kept bubbling, calming.
The dark shame that kept dragging, lifting.
The grounded doubt that kept blinding, seeing.
The aching envy that kept crippling, accepting.
The jolted lust that kept begging, affirming.
The beautiful vulnerability that kept coiling, unraveling.
No longer lurking in the shadows of my soul,
but co-existing in the light of my truth.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC
October burns in colours no other month can hold
Leaves crack beneath my boots
Each one a reminder that
Endings can be beautiful
Halloween grins on porches
Plastic fangs and candle flames
A carnival of shadows that feels more honest
Than daylight ever does
I love it for its strangeness
For the way it makes the world admit
That there’s something waiting in the dark
And Samhain
The air shifts
The veil thins
I light candles for the ones I miss
Watch the smoke climb into night
Like a message they might still read
I don’t beg them back
I just say "Thank you"
Or that I still remember them
This month is home
The crunch of leaves
The smell of smoke
A carved pumpkin collapsing into itself
While the flame inside refuses to die
October is where I feel most alive
Orange skies and black nights
My body tuned to the hum of it
I will not let you rush me past it
In favor of tinsel and candy canes
This is my season
My altar of colour
Bone
And flame
My love letter written in cider breath
And the sound of footsteps in the dark
October holds all of it
The grief
The joy
The masks
The monsters
The ancestors
The harvest
The truth that nothing really leaves
It only changes form
And I would live here forever
If the year would let me
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
I'm afraid that someday
I'll wake up broke again
And you'll realize how
Dull I really am
Behind all my
Shiny masks
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
We’re stronger together,
Boy, girl,
Man, woman
Them, other...
Why would you think you’re superior?
Why would you think you’re spectacular?
Our histories are woven,
Whether we like it or not...
There’s no time for malice that widens our rot -
Because this is where they want you; under their thumb in their cot...
But when you speak up, with nothing but the truth– they’re shot...
And this is what we’ve got...
Act now or flop...
No time for comfort in your clan,
Measure this wing span...
We can still fly out of here if we want...
Stop judgements based on immediate response...
Or watch each other die,
In sweltering springtime, spying through stick masks of spite...
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC
This...
The shaking of a reed
The movement of the water
The flicking of a flame.
This...
The crying of a child
The weariness of the labourer
The burning skin from the sun.
This...
The racking pain of guilt
The salty tears of loneliness
The swan song of past glories.
This...
The masks of complacency
The contracts of acceptance
The closing of the mind.
This...
The continuing saga
The words that fill the pages
The lot in life we all share.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 8:57 AM UTC
These Barbie influencers —
perfect plastic gods
with ***** sculpted by scalpels
and smiles so white
they could blind heaven.
Bodies built for the scroll.
Attitudes sharper than jawlines,
serving chaos and temptation
on filtered silver plates —
even Luzifer pauses and goes:
“Whoa… chill.”
But it’s all an act.
A scream wrapped in selfies.
They burn out like fireworks
faking light in already lit rooms.
Wearing so many fake-real-fake masks
they forgot the shape of their own face.
Nose fixed. Lips pumped.
Ears clipped.
Soul?
Untraceable.
And the crowd cheers.
“Freedom!”
While they’re chained
to trends and trauma
in silicone smiles.
Think, world.
Men, women, children with filters in their dreams —
if you stripped the mask,
the edits,
the contour,
the surgeon’s signature…
not even a troll
would want you
for soup.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
The seats are empty;
The theatre is dark;
Why do you keep on acting?
There’s no one keeping mark.
Each step analyzed;
Each line rehearsed;
What tricks are you playing?
Trapped in an eternal curse.
These masks to hide fears;
These laughs to contain sadness;
Who are you when you’re not pretending?
Careful not to thread into madness.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
Could I answer "who am I?"
Even if I were to ask myself?
I'd surely catch myself being something else
Draped in some kind of forgotten lie
I bend and split like beams of light
Fractured through the prism of life
My personality's gone under the knife
I don't recognize myself, try as I might
Maybe it's been too long to yearn
For something that's too far gone to grasp
So are these last year's only pointless laps?
There's no familiar street for me to turn
I'm lost amongst my many false faces
And I can no longer find my own
This is my cross to bear alone
Falling out of my own graces
©2025
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 1:19 AM UTC
🙏🏻
They feast with the wolves…
Bark with with the dogs…
Weep with the shepherds…
Guests at every table,
but a pillar at none.
Call them seasonal?
Situational?
Maybe,
Socially fluent? morally absent?
Friends to everyone…
and loyal to no one.
☝️
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC
Let it go under.
Neither the rowers are honest,
nor the passengers loyal.
Let it sink…
For in this floating masquerade,
drowning is the only honest act.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
I am weird
Born weird
I am the only one who sees it?
Can I fake it?
Can I hide it?
Everyone wears a mask.
Some hide feelings,
Others hide desires.
But mine...
Mine is different.
It hides not what I feel,
Not what I want...
But who I am.
To hide who I am:
Differently weird.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
Sew my ******* eyes open
and never let me sleep.
Watch until my blues run red
and you've
shown me what's
to see.
Tell the story of your golden crown,
you platinum-plated ****
Let me know how brazen trumpets sound
when filling up
with spit.
It's not enough to hate you.
And it's not enough to cry.
Crying havoc through your perfect teeth:
it's much worse than a lie.
So lay me down on
5th street train tracks
where the old bums go to
die.
Then roll out on your cart of
golden coin
and break some toys.
Play the game of pampered princes
painted like paupers and ******
Zip that costume up and hit the alleys.
Catch a fix.
Or a "swift one off the wrist."
Tug my bruising eyeballs out
and lay me down to bed.
Awake until the red turns black
and your
mouth starts spit-
-ting lead.
Tell the story of your paper crown,
you hollow-hearted ****
Let you know how hunting hounds do howl
when crawling in
the muck.
_"You ain't nothin' but an *******
and _"I don't believe in nothin' you're
trying to prove."_ (The Falcon)
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
a stop is called
a cold drop to death
and clothe my eyes squint tight
then clear the screen beam into another variant
a ********** (with a new approach)
broaching language
( the previous dud
would never have dared ! )
caring less with vicious rapping
reinvent the day from the perspective
of a new gimmy villain
**** to the experience and bite barking
take two you intolerable people
you intolerable world
the intolerable harking
of the intolerable day
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC