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NimmieAmee
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Masks

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 3000

Once Upon A Too Many



I lost today
myself
A drop uncaught
no stealth
Too loud to be quiet
find numb
Switch to off
done




A master of the art
I'm so used to
Most have no
clue
It's so easy to
pretend
my mask a fond
friend




I have no care
sometimes
Life has no
rhymes
Independent in my world
of locked tightly
A try at times
ever so slightly




I like uncomplicated
so make it easy
Not tied up in fancy
make do with sleazy
Once upon a too many
got me stranded
In a solitary stance
myself now branded






Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 3000

~So Let's Play Pretend~


I must be misguided by my perceptions
becoming skewed as they filter through
my poor vision my interpretation garbled
so let's play pretend as I paint on a smile



I will keep my observations locked away
in my secret box hidden deep in my mind
give it a season or so before I tally them up
to see what they account for find their worth



Words can erode the edges of broken skin
causing cracks that never have time to heal
I try to read with candour from every angle
maybe my windows are just failing my mind

~So let's play pretend as I paint on a smile~



Because you know it can be costly the times
that I just spell it out loudly and very clearly
so I paint myself from the outside a stranger
try not to lose the real me that screams inside

~So let's play pretend as I paint on a smile~



And all the while I slip further away from focus
a stranger wears a fake smile unreachable eyes
while on the inside I tally up my observations
to see what they account for and find their worth






NimmieAmee
Thought Provoker
10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 204

Illumination from my laptop screen


In this deepest part
of night's embrace
I sit here typing,
wide awake.

My breath a steamy,
pluming cloud,
wet with things
not said aloud.

My face burns hot
beneath this mask
of different name
and separate past.

I have her dance
and do in text
what I'm too shy
to do in fact.

Such scenes are painted,
dark and hot,
when I can be
who I pretend I'm not.

These remembered scenes
stir my imagination
and greatly aid
my later... ministrations


shaunda
Fire of Insight
United States 13awards
Joined 19th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 261

Wolf in Sheeps Clothing


he shines with light    a sheep they say
they never see him the same way
his children see him everyday

dripping, snarling, heavily
he will not show us empathy

to see a beast so shrewd revealed
layer by layer   each is peeled

sorrows skin for us to see
no one else can   apparently

howling now a sinful tune
he sheds his skin beneath the moon

a wolf they see and not the lamb
all his children are the damned

he has no time to lie in wait
he must move now   the sin is bait

devours their souls  it's far too late
what lies beneath    not heavens gate

sorrow is the skin he's in
sorrow are his children

shed his skin and you will see
one who cannot look beneath

sorry he could never say
would it   could it   take away
he laughs again another day

for philly

firedaughter
StayAwayFromTheNutcase
Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
Joined 14th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 808

To Make you Happy


I gather up my braclets
to cover up my scars,
grab my jacket
and jump in the car.

I have my lies
tucked in place.
I plaster that stupid smile
upon my face.

To make you happy,
I make the grades.
But deep down inside
the happiness fades.

None of you saw
none of you understand.
why I was found
with a knife in my hand.

CarrionCrow44
Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 17th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 8

You thought you knew me well
No one else could be that foolish
Everything I say they follow without a word
A cold wish could topple an empire

But a broken sight is all that I am
Deepening the nothingness I have known
And I will erase any empathy in my heart
Cause I don't feel content having any attachment

I've been giving away for awhile now
I've been deceiving since I was young
There is no such thing as love within me
If I seize to exist no one would ever know

She sat in front of me
Twirling her fingers in her hair
Putting down others without hesitation
Rambling on about indifferent complications

A little vanity to my apathy
I think we know each other well
A parallel to my nothingness




Icuduseahugritenow
WallFlower
Thought Provoker
United States 3awards
Joined 1st Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 108

Defensless (colab Myheartdiesforyou & icuduseahugritenow)

We
Are
Defenceless
Without
The armour
That
Love
Gives us.
We are defenceless
As ourselves
We
Are alone
Without
Our masks
We are...
Our culture
Our experiences
Of let downs
Heart Break
And bravery
Without this
There is no
Us
We
Are
Defenseless

poet Anonymous

"Dirtied Knees"
http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/96712/blue-eyes-mask-shut.jpg
Constantly,
our dreams
scream for a release.
Hidden deep down inside,
we cry wearing smiles,
camouflaging dire frustrations,
frowns spread our disease,
a lack of fruition, intuition please,
we’re on our dirtied knees,
ejaculations of the heart
postmarked succinctly,
“Returned to Sender”,
rendering us sadly mute.
One plus one equals two,
three does not compute,
close the door on four,
simply no more.

poet Anonymous

Aspect Apathy

I’ve stopped getting it
altogether

I’ve lost the person
who I thought
I was

I no longer understand
who I appear to be

If I don’t resemble myself
then who am I?

Seeing my obscured image
in the mirror
only serves to distort
my self perception
even more

Observing how others react
is frightening
because I feel comforted
by their abhorrence

I’ve gotten used to living
behind this disguise

So used to it
that I’ve forgotten myself
and I’m okay with it

Why
am I okay
with it?

Poetryman
Tyrant of Words
United States 29awards
Joined 14th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 1540

"Veiled Beauty"

If I ask you where you are going
If I remind you where you've been
Would you deny what's exposed and showing?
Would you complain that I am being mean?

The next time I call you nothing will be new
`Cos you'll never show what's inside your heart
Cover up the love repressed inside of you
You're a pretty painting, not a work of art

From the direction your life has been going
Nothing surprises me that I've seen
Hide away what you don't want them knowing
Spray paint over an artistic scene

Pretending you know where you're are going
Avoiding the Hell where you've been
Realize there is no perfection
To be found within the perfect scene


jj

NimmieAmee
Thought Provoker
10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 204

Aaah! Thank you!

poet Anonymous

Just saw the outcome
Thanks for the competition!

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