The lights shine on me transparent,
cold sweat wrapping around my palms.
My heart pounds in constant syncopation,
Whispers are hidden by the velvet curtain's veil.
What the veil uncovers is a lie on autopiliot,
wishing for a lucid sense of calm.
My body aches, limbs contorted and strained.
The floor spins as I grasp for sanctuary.
I put on a counterfeit smile, pearly whites fabricated.
Let my sensibility and regret fall into step.
My torment is vaporous, a placebo to the tongue,
as my song begins to intertwine with the melody.
Singing choruses of disdain and verses of melancholy,
but the song always lingers on deaf ears.
This monster insignificant,
as long as I go into my song & dance.
Drunken laughs roar from the audience,
spilling their gin and irrationality.
Cigars burn like the pupil of a hoax.
Their petite cigarette buds turn into ash.
When my tap number has commenced,
and their smoke fills my lungs,
I exhale a sound of honesty,
hold the remains cherished under my tongue.
It's the lingering reminder that I am only a charade.
Spotlights dim and final bows collapse,
and the curtain descends to the depths,
Last rings of applause echo on empty walls.
There's no more facade, no more self-betrayal,
only the pieces of me stained on the stage.
A contest entry
- xxx - I'm not so perfect now am i ? - xxx by The Hardest Goodbye.
300 points, ended December 8, 2007, 14 entries
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I love it
very good write.
good luck in my contest,
xo
kandy -
Wow. I know this feeling all to well, and can totally relate to the poem. You did a great job.
Reesa
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Powerful writing
This reminds me of the book "Notes to Myself" by Hugh Prather. In other words, I agree. No longer will I wear my happy mask when I am sad and my sad mask when I am happy because it offends those who are sad. I'm me accept it or "I'll kick the dust of those who do not accept me for who I am and move on to those who do". Life is a journey to be the best ME each of us can be when being our authentic self.
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More power to ya girl...i know what it's like to have people tell you how to be, and unfortunately we start to slip away and fall into that trap, no longer being ourselves...anyway hold yourself up and stay strong ...
good luck in the contest!
take care
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OOOH that was REALLY GOOD...keepup the good work
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