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    dots Submission Name: Masksdots

    Author: Shadowstar13
    Elite Ratio:    4.73 - 191/191/129
    Words: 363
    Class/Type: Poetry/Dark
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       This is why you don't go to therapy, children.

    Yes, I know the rhyming is erratic, but I mean it to be an expression of insanity's hold on the mind. Or perhaps of frayed nerves, not quite so serious as insanity.

    Comments welcome... and appreciated...

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    I am she of a thousand masks
    An angel, a demon, a cloak and clown
    My heart is hidden in an iron cask
    And I am the monster dragging you down

    The feral shrieks of primordial rage
    Echo in my hollowed eyes
    The beasts leap from their common cage
    Of fragile restraint, and paint the skies

    There's the crazed-eyed Demon Child
    Teeth of a wolf, face red, hair wild
    Beside her flies the Blank-Faced Ghost
    Robotic, and the Demon's host

    There's the beloved twins, the Shrink's Pets
    One smiling, one frowning, both faking fine
    Think she'll see through it? Don't place your bets
    One face divided down the line

    Above in the storm flies The Witch
    Morbidly inclined, a perfect fit
    Registering every twitch
    To cast her spell, confuse your wit

    And look, below stalks Street Face
    Laughing, hard-eyed and iron-rimmed
    Joking lewdly, crudely she'll trace
    A mocking tear before her lights are dimmed

    And when I feel like I'm dead
    (Now you see it, not you don't)
    I think I'll just unscrew my head
    (See what hits you? No, you won't)

    There was a time I couldn't see
    These masks that lie in front of me
    There was a time I didn't know
    Just how far my hope could go
    And now's the time they want to learn
    Just how long that I can burn

    I don't want to keep on changing
    To the faces on my wall
    I don't want to keep on changing
    Must demons rise and angels fall?

    ...Or was there? God, I can't recall
    The byegone days of revels past
    Like a bloodstained, sweet-tongued siren's song
    I know now they were too pure to last

    I don't want to keep on turning
    To these faces before me
    I don't want to keep on yearning
    For those casks to set me free

    When are the masks off, when are they on?
    I can't remember my own face
    Do I have one anymore
    Or have the ghouls taken its place?

    What is there left to disguise?

    Am I just a mask on my own wall?

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      I love this piece. I can understand fully the feeling of the masks, One part angel, one dark demon. One sweet and loving, one morbid and creepy. I understand all of them. I have wondered myself if anyone else feels these things, and I guess now I know. I love the flow and dark pull, like a waterfall of craven insanity wrapping around and around the mind until you have no beginning or end, just the simplicity and complexity of just being.

    Lady Rose
    | Posted on 2009-03-30 00:00:00 | by Texan_Poet | [ Reply to This ]
      I am profoundly blown away.

    Joachim recommended I read this (thank you!) and I love it. It's so dark and fluid and somehow I get exactly what's here.

    Get out of my head lol

    Wonderful piece or work. Truly wonderful. Please keep writing, you have a gift for creating beautiful things.
    | Posted on 2009-03-29 00:00:00 | by Celeste J. Bell | [ Reply to This ]
      I am she of a thousand masks
    An angel, a demon, a cloak and clown
    My heart is hidden in an iron cask
    And I am the monster dragging you down

    Well, as I said, I will return on this one. And still find it difficult to share. My thoughts would not fit in, my mind won’t try and I do comprehend not in words but in ethereal realities that cannot be put into words – Yet!
    Masks we are and masks we stay. Everyday old me. Sometimes the darkness in me portrays the essence of the Dark Side – not actually Evil because that is a mask I do not posses. Sin is a mask predominantly part of everyone. There is also the other side as you so effortlessly describe in “Mask”. Love hate pride self esteem self image Scrooge Delilah Samson Hercules Diva and also the God Side we as hu-mans all posses but very cleverly hide behind a mask. We are not God as The New Age and other philosophies would like it to be, and can never became such, we do have His qualities and share His Spirit and those are not masks. Should one be able to in reality become part of those Qualities and that is not difficult at all – all he other masks remain in obscurity. One can still wear them and that becomes a deliberate choice I do not prefer. A smile is a mask for sorrow. Sorrow is a mask for happyness.
    I may rambler on and on but I find this is it! Blessed Be! Joachim

    | Posted on 2009-03-05 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ]
      I appreciate this writing. Will dig deeper and return. Regards joachim.
    | Posted on 2009-02-05 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ]

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