MasqueradeI am the girl who cherished tie-dye shirts with baggy blue jeans
And strutted through the hallways, thinking she was a hipster.
I am a dreamer without a fantasy, who was confusing and vague
With wandering fingers that strived to create.
I'm the girl who reached out to lonely ones
Although she felt lonely herself
Wasting days wishing there was a soulmate for her
And wondered when someone would notice her.
Then I realized it's all just a petty guessing game
With plastic people on a gameboard called 'Life'
A simple masquerade with lying eyes and indiscernible faces
That had bleeding red lipstick and averted their gaze
The only way left is to slap a mask on myself
And hope for a blessing and
A flower rejected by nature.
An Endless SearchA long hallway crowded with bodies
plastered to each other,
their faces glare at me,
their backs turn,
putting up barbed wire fences.
What is it like to search for a friend?
An Operation game.
Get too close to the edge of
your space with the tweezers and
the game shudders suddenly,
making you reel back like
a frightened dog,
terrified of reaching out again.
A magnificent, gold picture frame
with intricate flowers and leaves
that glitter with such intensity
that it temporarily blinds you.
The frame encases a vast meadow
with yellow daisies and a blue sky.
So pristine, untouched by greedy hands,
You wish you were frolicing
in that meadow of flowers.
Without a care in the world,
but you're only on the outside
A tenebrous cave.
There's nowhere to run.
Nothing. Absolute silence.
Have you died?
Hello? Hello? Hello?
Anyone there? Anyone here?
Visits to Grandma'sGrandma's house
is welcoming and warm.
lights up any room.
greet me at every visit.
that don't grow old.
and a gentle hug too.
to what you have to say.
is like a warm blanket.
through the door as you arrive.
is sliced and ready to be served.
are steaming on a plate.
fizzes in a Bears team glass.
are always in the freezer.
with a coke slushie.
To the park
with a staticy purple slide.
are watched with a plate of fruit.
are served every morning.
She is dead
but still alive.
as an angel in disguise.
the selfless love.
the true heaven from above.