its time for poems again i guess

haha in the mood for figurative imagination


Painful Facade

as the rumbling train moves along

i rest my head on its walls

swaying and jerking as it would

my eyes sunken and bloodshot

staring blankly across the carriage

but deep within thoughts i am

thinking of how you'd fall asleep

with one hand by your face

where you would be smiling

as if in a sweet escape

from this cruel long day

how that peaceful you

would just make my day

how it made me smile without

even knowing it at all

and after awhile

you would suddenly awake

as if something nasty had startled you

and you'd give that silly look

on your face which was rosy

from resting on your palm

your hair would fall over your eyes

and suddenly just like that

you would look around

with that mysterious look

oh how i never understood you

how fascinating u were to me

and when you saw me

from within that cloak

you raise your hand and sweep

your hair back to reveal

that cheeky smile of yours

but yet my heart weeps

its in agony

its suffering

its being suffocated

i could feel this unthinkable pain

this overwhelming feeling

i don't even remember if i had

or could even breathe

i tear only on the inside

because all of my tears

have long been dried and wasted

on you my dear friend

the time you became a stranger

to live each day without you

was empty and miserable

how i yearn to see you

but yet each day

when i glimpse of you in the room

as i would hear your voice

sorrow from within doesnt subside

it gushes out like water

from a broken dam

my only comfort was that

you kept on smiling

but when times you didnt

i wondered if you who were down

were feeling as bad as i did

for it pains me more than anything

to see your face carry that emotionless

that dishearten look

but it all has to come to an end

for i know its too late

even though you might never know

how i told myself to forget

to move on without you

to exclude myself from you

to reside in my own pains

but what is this i'm doing now?

the train stops and as i head out

i know i'm just being a fool

my inner consciousness laugh

at how pitiful i am

how i torture myself

how i lose control of myself

as i continue to walk ahead

despite my logic telling me to stop

my heart wont stop beating

and as i alas stop

so did my heart

but when you came over

all i did was smile

but on the inside i was crumbling down

i'm being eaten from the inside

but what could i do

to numb this pain

but to play this sadist game

on myself

to carry this mask of mine

a mask that smiles

one that hides my weeping face

what is left of me

is a masked person

devoid of emotion

with a streak of tears

flowing from my hollowed eyes

Brushes: H-G
Designer: I