Hannah bashed her dolls’s faces on concrete, ripping off Barbie dolls’ heads and cutting their hair so they looked ugly
She also killed little lizards on their yard. But nobody ever saw her doing those things and she always looked very calm and relaxed
Destructive emotions running in her head she was furious, very angry and mad
But having a perfect pretty face and blonde hair nobody could’ve ever imagined that she could do something so bad
Hanna had become very good at wearing her poker face to hide what was going on inside her head, turmoil and terror
She had practiced to smile for a long time in front of the mirror
Hanna had felt real rage starting to boil inside her when her abuser had found a girlfriend
How dare he replace her like that
There is a glass piano in my throat that wants to play a high C
but I swallow gravel instead and keep the gears grinding.
I tell it, shut up, we have a reputation for silence.
we have a world that likes us unbreakable.
There is a glass piano in my throat
and I douse the keys in black coffee and the sour grit of old jokes
so the neighbors and the landlord and the woman at the toll booth
only hear the rattle of a cold engine and never the music down there.
I am too smart for the song or rather too shy.
I say, stay still, do you want to break the lease?
You want to make them think I'm made of something that can shatter?
You want to ruin the look in my eye that says I've seen it all?
I only let the hammers strike at four in the morning,
when the streetlights flicker and the ego is too tired to sentry.
I whisper, I hear you, don't break just yet.
then I wrap it in wool and lead, but the chords still hum in the marrow,
I haven't quite muted the strings.
If I don't find a lover who loves me true,
I'll keep my heart locked away, untouched and anew.
Why should I shed tears, just to love in vain,
Or kneel down, begging for love that's not gained?
Love should unfold naturally, without a fight,
A gentle breeze that whispers sweet delight.
It shouldn't be forced, or bought, or sold,
But a genuine connection, that touches the soul.
If I don't have someone to love, I'll be just fine,
For I'm a man of integrity, with a heart that's divine.
I'm not a cheater, a player, or a deceiver too,
I'm genuine and real, with love that's pure and true.
I yearn for a love that's God-fearing, and kind,
A woman of honor, with a heart that's aligned.
Someone who'll love me, for who I am, without a test,
And cherish our bond, with love that's forever best.
If I don't have a lover, why should I despair?
For my worth isn't defined, by love that's not there.
If you don't love me, why should I compel?
I'll let love unfold, in its own time, and its own spell.
What hides behind your painted smile?
A gentle soul, or a storm in waiting?
Do your eyes speak truth,
or are they windows with curtains drawn?
When you laugh among the crowd,
is it joy that dances,
or loneliness in disguise?
How many words are spoken
not from the heart,
but from a script carefully written?
How many hands are shaken
while the mind whispers something else?
Do we ever meet the real face,
or only the version crafted
for daylight and company?
And when you are alone—
truly alone,
without applause, without eyes upon you—
do you recognize yourself?
Or is even that reflection
another mask you’ve learned to wear?
Tell me, stranger…
who are you really,
when the mask falls away?.
Despite your intelligence mimicry,
You still come far short in your gimmickry,
Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces,
Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces.
Nights without sleep to pen wonders on sheet,
Yet a lame detector brands one a cheat,
An app claiming to be a true genius ~
Is far from being labeled ingenious.
How long will your pretence rule human minds,
Before you're swept off by the southern winds,
That your charade may stop to fool the world,
And your foolishness may at last unfurl.
Strange how your fanbase keeps on increasing,
Even the most smart, you're daily fleecing,
These cursed detectors come in many brands,
Some free – yet some charge dollars and rands.
I'm amazed you didn't claim this was by you,
This bitter pill, your pride has had to chew,
But that won't stop me from calling you out,
To nip in the bud your infamous clout.
Forgive me
For I have sinned in my tenacity
to challenge you on the battlefield of morality.
Forgive me
For offending your duplicity
with my transparency.
Forgive me
While you carouse with your unquenchable lies
For I have sinned in uttering such prayerful reprise.
Forgive me
“Great One”, clothed in your honorable disguise
For I have sinned to not fall prey to your beguiles.
Our Life of Cheap pretense
We could watch through a lens
For its failures to yield us a half pence
Or deliver crisp commonsense;
One’s decided airs of pretense
A mere sitting on the fence,
As one feels not life as it is tense
Nor The Original Writer help his pens…
I’d start questioning the essence
Of A Talkative playing reticence
Of the-choking-with-diffidence
Enacting Mr. President’s confidence.
Every man to the nearest lens
For his rowed-like-a-boat pretense,
In glass and water mirrors
Picking all its unhelpful errors.
Game of pretence, is played out everyday
Our authentic self, seems to have no say
As we go about through needless parlance
Social etiquette cause of dalliance
Oft saying yes, when we wish to say nay
Hypocrisy becoming our mainstay
Subterfuge as way of life, here to stay
Silencing gentle voice, of our conscience
Game of pretence
Shifty eyes, lips that lie, thread of truth frays
One-upmanship our norm, the wayward way
Oh hermit! How will we pay our penance
Having consigned our heart to decadence
How much longer will lower mind hold sway
Game of pretence
16-February-2021
Open poetry 2 poetry contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
MASK
Under the duvet of sham I laid,
Combing in all the naive of me,
Putting on thy fake faint smile,
Caped in the journey of disguise.
I embrace my veil to my beard
To cover the dark part of me
Never to let the sun smiles it brightness to the scornful wound of my heart
And not to receive the cool breeze of the evening.
Oh! beautiful mask of distress
How I wish to unveil you out of my beard
To welcome the gleams of sunlight
And feel the cool breeze once again as in a bluemoon.
Simi.talks
The nonpareil,
on cloud nine part of my day is dawn!
Wake up from a dream, and behold!
You are beside me!
Close my eyes again,
feigning to sleep,
I imagine,
you are going to kiss on my closed eyes
to notify - it's morning.
Frisky birds chattering,
a strip of sunlight peeping through the wooden blinds,
I, as mischievous as I am,
pose not to hear you,
Pretend to fall back in deeper slumber
just to have that kiss one more time!
Written on June 18, 2020
One thing they ask ask and ask
They ask and answer stays puzzle
Every lip's tip remain no drizzle
That people's sake past hippos
The laughter and lovely rattling
Under the rivulet chants and pants
Say whatever goes around-
And applause of comes around.
Initial romantic turns run-
leaving the living question restrained
For the tickle stimulated laughter
And pampers of baby and baby
Promising heaven in haven sheller
"I'll do the don't and great lady-
I love you in pours and sours"
Later the love of bloody sores.
If love be a nice slice of guise
A no heap for the two-
A cleansing jewel for dual peeps
The laughter, smiles and tease too
Blood couldn't resolve the groove's-
battling.
Death and love underlying sides
The coins of parallel value-
That darken the weary souls,
The curry that sores with fouls-
The best test the rest nests.
EVEN YOU BRUTUS
Many are the thoughts in hearts of men,
None to decipher it,
A smile can be for good and also for evil,
None to comprehend it,
Handshake can be for unnoticed challenge,
The mind has planned mischief and the hand is set to execute it.
You were my friend,
Swayed by greed you turned the cards against me in secret,
And laughed with me in the open,
I thought I was secured by our trust,
But it's fortress was besieged by your desires,
How would I have known all this,for I was mesmerized by our bond,
You betrayed that trust and stabbed me in the back,
How can it be you my friend,
Even you Brutus.
ANYABOLU IFEANYICHUKWU DOMINION
Pretence at sacrifice concealed in a translucent veil as inverted altruism soon comes unstuck as its perfidy wears thinner and thinner to engender amazement, bewilderment, embarrassment and bemusement.
Shunt aside gifts to the
ego you flatter day and
night to blight your own life.
What say you
now..
what likeness
do you display today..
what image
do you contrive..
which trademark
will you leave
for others to ponder-
will it be tempered
by love or
merely
a paraphrase
of the truth
which you so carefully
conceal..
I'm intrigued
I only ask..
is there someone real
behind that mask?
lies
and excuses
await:
narcissism
sees itself...
no one else
exists:
ego
emits
pre-occupation-
admits
nothing
up close
myopia
passes by
without seeing
the obvious...
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