Disguises Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Prompt #153
October 13, 2011
So, I thought that I'd do a little poetry prompt this evening. I selected the one for today from over at Poetic Asides. The point of the exercise is to write a poem "that plays with the idea of disguises. There are physical disguises, of course, but also emotional and psychological disguises that most people wear to some extent every day."
Here it is.
My Everyday Masks
I try to keep it at bay, the romanticism that gets me into trouble
I hold out my hands, pushing back others' bubbles.
By trying to pretend I don't want exactly what it is I want most
I can stave off the room that is filled by that empty host
Throwing forward an assertion of bravado
Makes me not worry so much about tomorrow
Yet when I lay in the corner I feel fear
But that's not at all what people want to hear
I put my hair up upon my head
and try not to worry about the things others have said
I mean what do their words mean anyway
In the end it's what I want to do with my days
We all have masks to protect our inner cores
To keep our hearts from being kicked across floors
I want to take my mask off, to let loose
If I'm not being myself ever, then really what's the use?
Life has a funny way of working itself out
It's time to rise and cast aside ridiculous self-doubt
Put the disguises away, break down the wall
Halloween's only once a year, held in the fall
Here it is.
My Everyday Masks
I try to keep it at bay, the romanticism that gets me into trouble
I hold out my hands, pushing back others' bubbles.
By trying to pretend I don't want exactly what it is I want most
I can stave off the room that is filled by that empty host
Throwing forward an assertion of bravado
Makes me not worry so much about tomorrow
Yet when I lay in the corner I feel fear
But that's not at all what people want to hear
I put my hair up upon my head
and try not to worry about the things others have said
I mean what do their words mean anyway
In the end it's what I want to do with my days
We all have masks to protect our inner cores
To keep our hearts from being kicked across floors
I want to take my mask off, to let loose
If I'm not being myself ever, then really what's the use?
Life has a funny way of working itself out
It's time to rise and cast aside ridiculous self-doubt
Put the disguises away, break down the wall
Halloween's only once a year, held in the fall
Posted by Ronda Levine. Posted In : Poetry
