"ballgowns" poems
Ladies, in thier ballgowns wade,
thier masks they have made,
so they wade across the ballroom floor,
for the sign on the,
Big. Brass. Door,
a masquerade, it reads,
A Masquerade.
The men,
ready in blazers and tuxes,
wearing thier masks,
awaiting thier midnight mistress,
thier...sexy seductress.
Then, the man in black and white,
guides his mistress inder the moonlight,
for a dance, perhaps a kiss,
at the stroke of midnight.
At midnight, the clock sounds,
and all you see is the spinning of gown after gown.
Ding. **** Ding. ****
the sound becomes a beat,
ready and awaiting the eager dancers feet.
Ding. **** Ding. ****
the couples dance, but not for long,
for this...
this is the, Last. Song.
Ding. **** Ding. ****
At the end of this song,
the men and women,
reveal themselves, and at long last,
they shed thier masks.
Then the man in black and white,
grasps his ladies hand, and holds it tight,
then he gets down, on his knee,
and her gasp...
brings an end to this story.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
Walking down the avenues
And my stomach is turning
Im stuck in my head
My heart is pounding harder
9 little cracks, a dusted off corner
Left alone
They call me a brain vagabond
I dont know where to go
Wonderland, is what i call home
Im not insane
Im not insane
Im not insane
I jumped over a wall
Im not insane
Glasses crack, piano starts
Bass drops
Im okay
Im okay
Im okay
Lips are cracked
Eyes are glistening
Dry throat
I see home
ballgowns, insanity
Heart-shaped hats, non-existent cats
Im run into a strange mans arms
Im alright
Im not insane
Im okay.
- m.r. | wonderland
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Lies are lullabies
Sweet songs that we sing
To ourselves and to others
Trying to convince ourselves
That something isn't our fault
That our world is more utopian than
Reality allows for
We tell ourselves that
It's better to live a lie
Than face the harsh world
Without our emerald glasses
*Or maybe everything we believe
In is a lie*
The faerie tales have even been
Changed to suit our own needs
Pretty ballgowns and sparkling glass shoes
Forget the truths of rags, dirt, blood and filth
The romance still remains
But the glamorous side is tougher
More truthful, less plastic
The grime and dirt gives the story life
These Disney-fied, prettied up stories
Are just machine made, molded
Plastic. Commercialised. Dead.
And they spell faerie wrong too
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
We drove fast,
the way only
the young
can do.
Recklessly and
carefree while
wildly tripping
across that
broken
highway.
I heard the
echo of our
hollow laughter,
felt the
vibration all
through my open
mind.
My mouth remained
dry no matter
how much
Orange juice I
drank.
Along the edge
of the world
the untamed
field of
sage bush and
honey suckle
swayed
like dancing
girls in unison
to the warm
California wind.
We sat and
watched in silence
as the Palm fronds
danced in ballgowns
through the
grand wood
pane windows of
a mansion
across the canyon.
I seen
hand trails that
never ended,
12 packs boxes
that hopped
away like
jack rabbits.
A Coyote on
Paseo whose only
want was to
live.
White owls
crashing through
ancient Oaks
just to let us
know we weren't
all there was.
I've captured
the image in
memory of
a dozen
smiling faces
of my still free
minded friends
of my youth.
All seeing
things the
way they were
meant to be
seen.
All seeing
things the
way we'd
never
see them
again.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
It was a huge closet
Fancy clothes
Ballgowns and heels
Dresses and flats
Ornamented with flowery designs
With thin fine lines
Diamonds and gems and pearls
Matches the girl with curls
A pair of blue jeans
Denim jacket
Converse and white shirt
Hidden inside the huge closet
Black unsophisticated clothes
Beanies, caps and shades
Coats and ties and bows
She cannot wear on times she want
This is for she: pink ladylike
For him is blue and manly
Straight long hair
Or a fine undercut
You cannot lover you don't
You cannot love him, he won't
If this is so wrong
Why can't this stop all along?
If you watch **** you sweat
You hide what is wrong
But when did love become unacceptable?
When the standards are so strong
That loving someone
Is now just a set of rules
It's funny how we can call this world a home
When only the chosen one inside the closet
Who can endure much
Can easily blend in
And the homeless out
Freezes with cold stares and shrugs
Disgust and homophobic thoughts
Unless we give them a chance
No, this is all wrong
How could we tolerate someone who ran away from home?
But how can you call them runaways
When from the start
The truth is naked
That in this place
For them there is no space
It is a huge closet
Where you're safe inside
Where you have clothes you SHOULD wear
Remember you are a her
But why the heck is your heart also for her?
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
tonight, as you danced
on a platform of heroes,
surrounded by a blur
of faces you have never seen,
i was ****** back
in time.
as dresses swirled,
visions of a distant time
assaulted me. i could
envision
you and i
swirling the way the actors did -
the way you did -
in a ballroom
with souls fitted into
ballgowns and formal suits.
i could almost hear
you laughter
burst above the
orchestra, and
the buzz of excitement
zipping through the air.
i felt your hand
against mine;
one gripped my waist,
scorching my skin
and marking it with uncharted masses
of land.
as you lead; i follow
you twirl us around,
until we float
far above the crowd,
the clouds, straight
into the stars
when suddenly -
a flash! a spark! -
and i am back.
alone in my seat, and
stuck in a different world.
no longer twirling,
towards the land of the Gods,
but spiraling back
to unwelcome
reality.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Tears of Rosaline
The night of ballgowns and flashy lights
Marbles staircase and sumptuous jewelries
You left me here without a clue,
When your eyes had seen her beauty
You forgot the sweet words you said to me,
When you are already making promises with her
I was your first but then you choose your second and happens to be your last
You seem to be happy with her
But don't you know that I was already dying in grief?
You enjoyed your storhy, neither her
All of the who people happy with your so called great love
But, do they notice me also?
I, who was the unknown part of your story
I, who was the unknown character of your love story
And I, who was your invincible chapter?
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
I long to write
Beautiful things
Like Shakespeare
And elegant ballgowns
Something with more meaning
Then simply feeling down
I long to write
Of romeo and Juliet
Symbolic and deeper then most see
Oh thou arent very good with writing
I long to write
Like egar allen poe
Or any inspiration i claim to love
But instead i write of the dead things
That roam through my mind stirring
Pound pound pounding
My mind is constantly aching
She's but a young child
Cry cry crying
For attention she seeks but it keeps dying
Plays and music will not be wrote
Of the things i write
For they are not artistic
They are but a jumbled mess
Never knowing where to place
Each
Line or
Stanza
Now I'm rambling
On and on and on
She goes sad and chaotic
Whispering obscenities
And screaming repetitive words and pleas
I adore the poems and songs
That at face value seem
Like they are about love for another
When truly they ring about darkness
Oh sweet child
Your love keeps thy so warm
But it's breaking into a storm
I watch you try to sleep
Why do you weep?
Dost thou not realize thy beauty?
Stab thy heart into shreds
For i cannot breath without the
But i cannot smile when thy fills my blood with led
Sweet little girl
You have made no sense
Get on your knees and repent
For you will never be
Somebody
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Once upon the perfect evening
Glass shoes glided along vast ballroom floors
Coaches bumped down candlelit paths
And maidens drifted atop mountainous gowns
Once upon the perfect evening
Shoes shattered
Carriages crumpled
And ballgowns trailed blood
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Beauty queens in
ballgowns looks like
they'd be hot *****
but debutantes in
swimsuits get to be
the bathing beauties
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC