I was never really one for poetry, but I have gained a little interest in it, so... My first try at a poem that doesn't sound like a five year old wrote it. X] Criticism, comments, what ever I guess. :]
My Golden Mask
Emotions bottled behind the mask
of which no thoughts show
Beautifully carved, a blank expression
Bittersweet as no sadness can surface
yet no happiness is revealed either
This golden mask,
with blank silver eyes
becomes my burden
and my salvation
Smoothed each day
by the ignorance of others
but under the sparkling surface
are the scars of past memories
gouged into the rotting wood beneath
I take upon this mask to hide my scars
My sorrow
My pain
People pass not thinking twice
Yet some become close,
They become friends
I remove my mask
Then they become regrets
They don't like the real me
they've befriended my shield
Not me
There are more people
More friends
More regrets
and as each one goes by
my mask becomes thicker
harder to remove
heavier
more like stone
Then one day.
One friend
I try to remove my mask
to show them who I really am
but my arms cannot bare the weight
my fingers cannot reach around it
the rotting wood
beneath the gold
crumbles and falls at my feet
and that, the part most true to myself
is lost
I cannot remove the mask
for the mask
my golden shield
is now
who I am.
Eh... I guess it can't really be counted as a poem though, it doesn't seem to have any definite stanzas...
My Golden Mask
Emotions bottled behind the mask
of which no thoughts show
Beautifully carved, a blank expression
Bittersweet as no sadness can surface
yet no happiness is revealed either
This golden mask,
with blank silver eyes
becomes my burden
and my salvation
Smoothed each day
by the ignorance of others
but under the sparkling surface
are the scars of past memories
gouged into the rotting wood beneath
I take upon this mask to hide my scars
My sorrow
My pain
People pass not thinking twice
Yet some become close,
They become friends
I remove my mask
Then they become regrets
They don't like the real me
they've befriended my shield
Not me
There are more people
More friends
More regrets
and as each one goes by
my mask becomes thicker
harder to remove
heavier
more like stone
Then one day.
One friend
I try to remove my mask
to show them who I really am
but my arms cannot bare the weight
my fingers cannot reach around it
the rotting wood
beneath the gold
crumbles and falls at my feet
and that, the part most true to myself
is lost
I cannot remove the mask
for the mask
my golden shield
is now
who I am.
Eh... I guess it can't really be counted as a poem though, it doesn't seem to have any definite stanzas...
As I sprint through the hall, he follows.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.
Across the spreading darkness cold,
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I kiss her frozen cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
By morning, I will be gone.
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I kiss her frozen cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
By morning, I will be gone.
This is a little poem I wrote. I wrote it from my heart, mind, body, and soul. I hope you like it. Comment if you can. :)
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
You were supposed to be a father to me.
You were supposed to love me.
You were supposed to care.
Yet, you didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to love their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
You were supposed to be a father to me.
You were supposed to love me.
You were supposed to care.
Yet, you didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to love their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would you do?
Would you cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
Or go into silence until the very end...
Would you love the ones you hate the most or be the person you hide?
Would you pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would you try and keep the sun from setting as your last day ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else you say as you close your eyes.
When you stare into my eyes
What do you see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and show the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with friends and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do you see that in my eyes?
Do you see me?
It's amazing what you can hide
Just by putting on a smile.
What do you see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and show the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with friends and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do you see that in my eyes?
Do you see me?
It's amazing what you can hide
Just by putting on a smile.