Masks

No one really likes the real me

they can never handle what they see,

no one appreciates my real beauty

they think its unclean and dirty.

No one feels comfortable in my true presence

they feel all choked up and start saying nonesense,

yet they keep begging me to show my real self

and the truth goes unheard since their all deaf.

Am tired of putting on all these masks

i used to only do it cause it helped juggle my tasks,

but when am at home and around people i love

i wish i could take it off as easily as i do a glove.

But it's better since everyone is comfortable and happy

by putting on a mask and being less filthy,

this mole hill is now bigger and far more absurd

am getting very impatient so pray let me be heard.

The story of my masks begins like this;

i had alot of things to do so there was a list,

mortal responsibilities along with immortal dreams

they were all bursting at their hand sewn seams.

So i started with trying out a single simple mask

before i knew it i was wearing it from dawn till dusk,

sooner or later my wall was filled with rows of them

gleaming in the night, that was when i knew i was damned.

Very soon it became such an easy habit

switching between masks to keep my life's lamp lit,

one acquaintance knew me as a simple pheasant

will the other thought i was a learned wizard.

Thinking they knew me like the back of their hands

they tried to use me as a pawn in their stupid plans,

i could care less cause i knew it was the right opposite

for it was them who were dancing to my enticing beat.

Now as the years have slowly crawled by

and my masks have done everything but cry,

its time to say that inevitable goodbye

time to release the truth and bury the lie.

Don't blame me for not trying before 

i tried to show the ones i would die for,

but even they thought i was rotten to the core

when i showed them what i truly bore.

So when i breathe my last breath and leave this place

will i be wearing a mask or will  be showing my own face?

i've been contemplating about the finish line of my race

will i run fast to stay ahead or slow my winning pace?

I have to do the right thing before it's too late

even though it'll  probably garner nothing but hate,

i have to at least try to show my real slate 

instead of leaving it to unpredictable fate.

Photograph : Green_Mask_by_enayla

Girl Meets Boy

One day, a silly girl played chess with a boy
and after that she didnt want any kind of toy,
instead she wanted to wait for the perfect time

to tell the boy, 'I wish you were mine.'

They say everything happens for a reason
even the slow pace of the changing seasons,
but when i met you that many seasons ago
i never guessed it would be all this and more.
I was never happy to readily give my heart away
eventhough i knew it was a small price to pay,
to have you in my arms and to hold you close
to be with the man my own heart so easily chose.

How would have it been i wonder...
if our paths had never crossed each others,
i'd like to think it was fate or destiny
or something more important and maybe less funny.
Whatever the reason might so well be
i am glad that it came to be,
for when i am with you i feel complete
when i'm with you my heart ceases to beat.

I dont care if others think i'm silly
for going about confessing my love so openly,
i hardly care what anyone or the world thinks
for am to busy listening to my heart as it sings.
I seemingly care less for both food and water
when it's you that constantly makes me ponder,
about life, love, philosophies and theories
that type of thing one mostly buries.

So to the boy who played chess so cunningly
it is his fault that i fell so deeply,
what else am to do but wait for him
to come back and play till life's lights dim.

Artwork: (Above) Fidelity_by_kemosabe

   (Below) love_by_Hadaroshi

Life's Lemonade

How often do people feel utmost joy?

like during Christmas, when you got that new toy,

that very elevated  carefree feeling,

where you're so high you could touch the ceiling.

Most times my pen gets carried away,

describing thoughts few people dare say,

but the things in my heart are much less dark,

au contraire, they possess quite the spark.

My life is really very charming and beautiful,

i have family and friends that are way too cool,

still there's always one or two unfortunate days,

where all i want to do is retreat to one of my caves.

Yet in spite of it all am trully blessed,

to be more more happy than sourly stressed,

to have the chance to go to school,

or to simply laze around in a pool.

My life is such a fantastic fantasy,

its as wondrous and free as the blue sea,

day and night like any poet i stare at the sky,

and wonder how it would be if i could only fly.

I take care to enjoy the littlest of things,

not only for the utmost joy it brings,

i watch and think about the things around me,

constantly learning; for that is the only key.

Our lives are sometimes sour like lemons,

but most times sweet like lemonade,

it's true that all you need is balance,

to live a life you would never trade.

Photograph : Lemon_tree_by_FreakVampire88

The Gloom of Doom

Welcome to the dark side of the moon

where tomorrow never comes too soon

because you're always surronded by gloom

even when you're in a perfectly lit room.

Welcome to the dark side of the moon

where all you think about is your doom

so you turn to God to ask for a boon

and he says, 'Only if you sing to my tune...'

This is a place that escapes time and space

this is a place where you meekly hide your face

because it is the beginning of a very dark phase

and the sad bitter ending of those better days.

You wear your favourite dress of soft white lace

and cherish how your last piece of cake tastes

then silently walk with your empty suitcase

thinking, 'If only I had a few more days...'

Then He comes to you with a flashing smile

takes your hand while you're walking that green mile 

you flinch for you know he is truly vile

just waiting to enter your name into his file.

The final walk seems longer than The Great Nile

even the shadows have moved on the ancient Moondial

then at last when you reach the very top of the pile

He smiles and says, 'This is where you will lie...'

Artwork : red bird. gugu ek raons..by Vassoga

The Grim Rapper

This is exceptional word vomit

coming straight from the devil's pit

it would even make your stuborn dog sit

for it doesn't even need a silly sick beat.

This is cause my ryhmes are like high class meat

making your taste buds explode into a fit

lamps along the road would just get lit

as if i waved a magic wand and did  a good deed.

Let me welcome you to an insane world

the sights here would make your toes curl 

you'd run weeping and crying back to your girl

when i make the colors in your head swirl.

Whatever i say or do is filled with soul

unlike you who tries but instead gets coal

my diamonds shine cause their so bold

let me send your bones back to the prehistoric cold.

You couldn't handle the thoughts from my head

where else i can eat and spit out the things you've said

listen here young Skywalker you're in over your head

better back up before you get shot and wake up dead.

I maybe new and impatient to be made,

for who wants to stay a shrimp when mafias get paid,

watch me son i'm about to make your dreams fade,

like the Grim Reaper i will permanently put you to bed.

Speaking about the dead are you ready to pay?

when you cross those gates what would you say?

would you promise to beg for forgiveness everyday?

just to come back and let sleeping dogs lay.

I've given you a glimpse of could or what may...

so better think twice before you decide what to say

my man i know you'd probably be great and all hey

but do you really wanna fight and see D-day?

I maybe a girl, young and definitely Asian,

but that didn't stop me from an age-old passion,

of writing rhymes and shooting down signs

we've all been doing it to feed our hungry minds.

So before you say anything about my kind,

let me remind you i can be wicked like how i'm kind,

i would  rape you till you loose your mind

and let you suffer till the end of time.

Artwork: Grim_Reaper_by_Rikkira

Barricades

As sure as the sun rises from the east

i'm going to stand tall,capture and sieze

it will come when i expect it the very least

i will devour my moment of truth like a beast.

To long has it been since my last great feast

to long have i been waiting for my own little piece

i sense when the day comes it will bring me peace

when i finally rise again from this blanket of mist.

Every young fool has his own burning flame

to achive greatness and beat the others at this game

also to rise from the ashes, that much is the same

like the others all killing for a so-called name.

Am i the same fool if my wish was just as lame

or am i greater fool cause i hate any kind of fame

all i want to be is to be more or less the same

like any other fool that's lost it and gone insane.

You might think i'm young and confused

you think i'll probably fail and loose

but you might want to think again before i choose

to end your guesses with a mighty deuce.

Take out your sword and fight like a man

swipe and slash however you possibly can

try hard not to bury your head in the sand

when i cut you into pieces and your shit hits the fan.

Artwork: dragon_prince_cover_by_nebezial