*~shattered illusions*~

illusions
2001-03-31 06:21:43 (UTC)

30.3.01 We are all the things..

30.3.01

We are all the things that fit together to make us..in
reality we can't stand alone from all the "stuff" that walks
hand in hand with our very essence. Their is this idea that
we are wearing a mask when we face the world and that this is
something we become part of...I wrote a poem about it!

MASQERADE

Awaken to the tormented melodies which signify a new dawn,
Concentrate on the rythmic pulsations clouding the morn,
Leaden hands struggle to perform their desperate task,
Hurry my dear, slip on thy mask.

Fake plastic features melding into tear soaked flesh,
Truth and illusion loosing all contrast as the two unlikelys
mesh.
Heartache and longing that plagued the chipped and broken
face,
Smoothed roughly away by the masks grotesque embrace.

Echoes of melancholy footsteps on a crowded street,
Maks greeting masks, smiling falsely as they meet.
The sun sinks into oblivion as the moon illuminates to begin
her task,
Hurry my dear, Slip on thy mask.


STUFF

I just play a role,
I just fit a label.
I am the country I live in,
The gender I was born to,
The name my parents chose.

I am all the "stuff" i own,
I am what my history holds.
I am the clothes I wear,
The books I've read,
The words I speak.
A link in a chain.

I just play a role.
I just fit a label.




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