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The Bandit's Collection
Masks
There are small masks, tall masks, sad masks, and happy masks; Masks to hide our face and masks to hide our taste; There are masks of all kinds; What kind of masks can you find? Do you wear a mask to hide who you are inside or is it a mask to show what you pride; Do you let your true feelings show or do obscure what your soul holds; Is there a monster lurking beneath that sheep’s wool or a hero hiding behind a fool? There are bright masks, dark masks, scary masks, and calming masks; Masks to hide our choices and masks to hide our fate; Do you choose what masks you wear and can you see past the masks that appear? I wear a mask and so do you, but what is it that you’re keeping hidden or for show. Is it really that important to know? I wrote this for English and was wondering what you all might think about it? Feel free to critique my poem, the more I receive the better a poet I may yet become. |
I enjoyed this - I always liked poetry about the way people front themselves to the world. I like how you address both the issues of people putting up these fronts and then questioning why one should really be concerned about the person's reason for wearing a mask.
The only thing that struck me a bit odd was "to hide our taste." I wasn't exactly sure what "taste" meant here. |
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Well what I was aiming for was describing interest, for instance a person might like something really distasteful (i.e. porn etc) and use "masks" to hide that from others. |
Dancing with the fates
Destiny is calling me Time waits for no one |
Life is like an innocent bubble,
Floating by without a care in the world, Until it happens by a sharp turn in the path we all travel, And it pops, Sending the soul into a pit of darkness and despair, Falling and falling, Until someone with gentle hands catches it, And lifts it up, Placing it into a newly create bubble, So that it may continue its journey once it again. |
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