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MasksMore Like This
I have lost count of all the masks I hide under
I forgot how to show who I am
I put one on everyday and make sure it fits the a character just right
Each everyday, a different disguise, dont bother for help
The mask I wear now, the mask I wear tomorrow, never the same
Which mood should I be today..Bubbly and Giggly?
Innocent, wanting a laugh, what should I do.
In the back of my mind, I know I should be me, But it is easily pushed away
My soul crumbles each time a mask is worn
Its acceptable for others to see someone else, not me.
You may break the mask that I wear today, underneath is a mask I have prepared
Until I can proudly smi
But Then You Smiled.He walks along to the side of the bed,More Like This
As I open up the razor's edge-
The blade in my pocket.
You should have held count.
One was missing
And you never would have found out.
Until the sting
Of where you could touch
The thought of my blood is just too much.
But then you laugh.
And then you smile.
You pulled me close
And held me for such a long while.
To feel your warmth
Against my own;
It's so much better
Than the red ringlets I thought to don
My flesh is bare; My flesh is pale.
My flesh is clean.
There are no rubies to be seen.
But the moment you've gone,
And I'm the only one;
I'll return it to the rest.
I know it's for the best.
I welcome y
vitamin D deficiencylooking at my legs going I don't knowMore Like This
how this happened, but
god, only I
would burn like this siting
criss-cross applesauce
in the soccer field for
half an hour,
how was I supposed to know
I'd need sunscreen for only
eighty-five and
overcast?
White FlowersThe doctor was oldMore Like This
and had thin old braids
for skin, hard
red fingernails. She said,
it's not that you are a bad woman
but more that you cannot leave
things be. She looked sad
and fabulous, liver-spots
and lipstick, teeth
like dull old stars,
like the weeping boys
who used to love me
and steal my dresses. She said
you are not bad,
are you listening?
and I swallowed, turned
the rock in my hands, said
There are these teeth stuck
in the back of my head
that tell me
I am not good,
I am not good
at all, get 'em out,
and we cried,
thinking about
their white-flower
saliva trickling
into my hair.
sandypost-war mess hall:More Like This
let's feast
on ourselves,
swaddled in our hospital
blankets
and bed-ridden with
pink rot, the stuff that grows
on celery
after the
clouds have blossomed
and been torn away.
the fountainthe first words were notMore Like This
sun and moon and stars, but oh god I will wear this
power like a bearskin - like a drum machine in a chicken-bone
key. carnivorous
instinct is the sum
of all the parts we're too afraid to eat:
black wires, white bulbs, wicks from tallow
candles. if they
would let us, we could make wax
breathe:
we could hunt the essence
of smoking fluorescent galaxies, all our
strange living lives and neon paradises, all our
blue planets and disemboweled sacrifices, if only we could
breathe while below us the round sky winds down
and holds bone to our throats, so we
are spilled, forced up
and wondering:
if sugar were
sweet, t
I'm UglyI know that I’m notMore Like This
I know that you know
That I know that I’m not
But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it
I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see
So please,
I need to hear it
Tell me that I’m beautiful
Sta.sh
