We are all just cardboard vampires.
We paint our faces
We snap on our fangs,
but we have no substance,
we have no Depth.
This is not reality.
Reality is what we do in our own homes.
That's what is real.
The real versions of ourselves.
Where we do not censor our behavior.
We are all like Cardboard Vampires.
We drink absinthe.
We smoke clove cigarettes.
But it's all for show.
It's all an illusion.
But we love,
and we feel,
and that's what makes us real.
Hmmmm... I have drank absinthe and I smoke clove cigarettes... hmmm (menthol, of course)... but hmmm... anyhow- i like this! very nice. i am in love with the last three lines, so simple, yet so intriguing... and i do agree with you... everyone, whether they like to admit it or not, puts on a front for other people... and that sucks, but what can ya do, you know? take care hun!
'...This is not reality. Reality is what we do in our own homes. That's what is real. The real versions of ourselves. Where we do not censor our behavior.'
that is the core of it all... reality is not society... society is a farce... reality is quite possibly who we are when we are alone (coz usually one doesnt feel the need to impress oneself...) awesome write... cardboard vampires... originality to the max!
sometimes i think the world is an illusion...nicholas cage was in a movie entitled the kiss of a vampire which is a dark satire of going insane...he buys the cheap plastic vampire teeth because he didn't have enough cash for the porcelain...keepem coming...
That's very true... I like how you used Carboard Vampires as a way to discribe that way people live and chang.e How feeling makes us real. How who we are in public isn't who we really are, that comes out when we are in our homes away from others. I loved this poem. It was a great write.