Nothing more than the flesh I wear
and nothing less than the words I say.
I am the face behind the mask of thoughts
and the nothing between.
I choose these emotions just as I choose my clothes,
and change them as I change my preferences
to suit my suiter's tastes.
I am the chameleon that colours to her disgraces
and belongs nowhere but in her head.
It exudes from my very pores,
the meaninglessness of my fake flaked skin:
I am no one and everyone
and the nothing between.
I am the tears of laughter when there is no joke,
the inertia of desicion
and the every flaw in perfection.
I am the nothing between.
Author notes
Hm...
A contest entry
- I am... by Desdmona.
800 points, ended April 21, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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I like the sense of caught in the middle and sort of paradoxical apsect of this poem. I think this is well written and your diction flows really well. Good job and good luck! ~Des
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Wowie! This is great, girl! Awesome job. I alwasy love to read your words and this was no exception. Love the final line. Powerful!
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like warm jackets, emotions clothe us, we can stand naked and reveal all or wear light or dark if the mood suits. a good poem.
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