I paint my eyes in charcoal black
Strong lines above and below
This war paint plastered on so thick
Applied meticulous and slow
Without this mask I'm barren
Struck down with fear and confusion
I'm lost in a sea of faces
So I continue to wear this illusion
I wear my hair like a shield
To stop you coming here
I let it fall between us both
When I feel you're getting too near
Scathing words and biting sarcasm
Are my final lines of attack
But I don't like to insult when the barrier's down
That's why I paint my eyes in black
Author notes
Someone asked me once why I wear so much eyeliner...
Written November 6th, 2005
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wahey this is more like it (= I think your previous two poems were just getting you worked in again and the consequence is this poem - absolutely fantastic. It has been so long since I've commented on any poetry that I've forgotten how to go about it /= All I can say is that I love the way the image is carried all the way through. There's something 'snappy' about it. As if you're explaining yourself but with no time to spare. Eh. I've lost all sense of coherence.
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fuckin awesome...not gonna lie. This is a very good use of vocab and had great flow. Great Write!
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