I'm your black eyeliner,
You can't bear to wipe me clean.
Wipe yourself clean,
I dare you.
Taking me off,
Letting me go,
Learning to wander alone,
It was all pointless, darling,
Wasn't it?
You skulk aimlessly,
Your point is blunt, shaking,
While mine sharpens
Itself on your misery.
They all laugh at you,
They only like you for your
mask,
Me.
What good will become of that white,
vision of pathos?
It empathises with your smarmy, plastered cheeks.
It hates my blemish,
But I revel in smudging you.
Author notes
It started out as a "Freewrite" and then I resolved to alter things a little. Thank goodness I stopped wearing thick, black liner everyday - I became sick of its all-consuming, levelling mask.
A contest entry
- WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE!!! by lesbian-in-love.
525 points, ended June 9, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very nice. I personally don't wear make up and I really don't see the point. Everyone looks fine without it. But some people do it to make themselves feel better.
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God, you really put some thought into this one ... it's wonderful ... the imagery ... the truth ... the wonderful flow ... it's brilliant!!! and so damn true ... very nice write hun ... good job and continue those freewrites ... apparently they do good for the soul lol ... good job babe ... keep writing and i'll continue reading!
Sparkeh
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