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Masks can hide faces,
Fun, laughter and a ball.
But they can be used to hide other things.
Bruises, feelings and shattered dreams.
Some hide their full face,
Some just the eyes,
But that mask that everyone wears,
Is the mask that hides the tears.

A long night road towards the sunrise
can turn into a heavy surprise.
Dented jokes and jeers can turn a person
into a masked volunteer.

Fake smile. Fake laughs.
Everything can be turn around with a simple lie.
So even the brightest flower can be hurt inside.
Questions will be a stab,
Answers will be the blade.
Swing it hard, and bye-bye goes the love,
Swing it soft and nothing happens.

Ghostly whispers are memories,
Empty trees are the words,
And the bare streets are the reminders
to never be alone.

To see what has been damaged,
You must first fix the problem,
But that cannot be easy
when there is no one left to blame.

Trust dies,
Lies turn into nightmares,
The things you keep safe
Are the knowing truth
You know many things
Even if someone says "You are a retard!"

To tend the Garden of love,
You must have warmth,
To tend the Garden of Hate,
You must have experience,
Do not assume you hate it because it is bad,
Usually that would end up wrong.

Wisdom comes from experience,
Neglect from childhood,
The time passes by in a different world,
So o not be shocked if the time elapses
differently for you or me.

To feel pain is to have feelings,
To feel hate is to have lonesome thoughts
but to feel love is to feel the soul.
Feeling lost you are not alone,
Someone can understand
just be what you are and forget the past.

Why does it hurt when you lose a friend?
Can it be healed over time and in the end?
Most stay away from the darkness,
But it can get you when you do not expect it.

I have been to the nine gates of hell,
And travelled back here.
But can anyone say they have met me there?

"I know how you feel," is that suppose to make you better?
But it can rot inside when it is just written words.
No one will understand you,
Unless you have been through it all,
And when they do they will give a lending hand.

If you are on the verge of trying to find a way out,
Try to think what it is all about.
The deeper the meaning, the more questions,
And maybe you can find out
all on your own.

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  • Theneva
    March 19
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    Ninth Heaven

    I liked the ninth verse best mainly because I can relate, though the last line doesn't ever work out for me. People love to dig up my past and I hate that. I can't ever forget then... Not sure what I'd change about this poem or not. I'd have to read it a few times first. I'll be baaaackkk. hehehe

  • definitely moving

    I really understand this one. There was a time about a year and a half ago when I was trying to find a way out, and I'm glad I didn't otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here reading your amazing poetry.