The Art of Losing Face
When I was a child I was born with a face
it was flushed with blood and healthy lifeforce
full of wrinkled expression and gummy smiles
it was a face of defiant uncaring
judgment did not mar it
insult, criticism, labels bounced off rounded cheeks,
and gossip was repelled with sunny distain
my happy gurgles, my spit bubbles, my
unaccustomed eyes parted the world with such
innocence, a beaming face of love
over a chubby-fisted embrace
it was a true face
But over the years, it crumbled
and now it is weak and ugly and fake
a mask of makeup and false answers said in a sugary voice
I do not look in the
I never met you.
Though everyone tells me you were ok.
I would have loved you anyways.
I will never get the chance to
Tell you how grateful I am.
They tell me you were funny and witty.
They say you were the best.
Don't they know? I would love to meet you.
Maybe when my time is due.
But as for now I'll sit and hear stories of laughter and cheer.
Knowing I was only off a couple of years.
The resentment after you left
The pain of your absence still lingers there.
Thought I know they would never speak ill.
I can't help but wish I knew
What kind of person you were
Were you really funny and witty?
Would you really h
I once had a walrus
I named him Carl
He would turn purple
Every once in a while.
I showed him to my friends
They thought he was fab
And when Carl changed colour
They all gave him a hand.
I love my Carl
And he loves me
Its way to bad
He died half past three
Today.
RIP Carl.
There's a pounding in my head.
It sounds like inspiration.
sending shivers down my neck.
feels something like inspiration.
soon i choke on my breath.
clutching deep to respiration.
its the best i can get.
and its nothing like sedation.
i'm alive.
i feel nothing of the sort.
and i have tried.
but the line was far too short.
its the time.
its the weakness of the moment,
i am fine.
i'll be better now i know it.
and if i could go back to then,
i would stop you;
take the knife.
i would ask you how you feel
and i'm sure you'd be alright.
here's the deal,
here's the last dance of the night.
this cant be real,
but chances are