Masks
Haven't posted in a while, but I've been busy and sick. No really interesting dreams have visited me lately so I decided to post a couple poems. The theme revolves around certain masks that we see every day. I'll start with the older poem. I wrote this as a more insightful and analytical poem, not too much of it being personal other that it was an observation I had of the people around me, but mostly of people in general.
Hidden Deep Under
Fleeting foul images,
Treacherous ubiquitous memories,
Warping untouched minds,
Most are superfluous thoughts,
In this irrelevant life,
Through cynical minds,
Endless entrapping cycles,
Heavenly devious masks,
Hide us from our minds.
Copyright © 2001 Evelyne Elenora.
A couple years later I wrote this during a french class. I swear I was paying attention :P At the time I was trying to redefine myself, and figure out what exactly it was that I was going through. A couple months prior to this poem I had to deal with the loss the first person I loved, though it was a one way street the whole time. It was an odd point, I knew I no longer loved the person but I had to figure out who I was without that feeling being there, as it had been all that I knew for about 3 years of my life. I didn't feel quite like an individual at that point, I was engulfed with this kind of emptiness that I had to learn to fill. There was a sense of relief though, because those 3 years were filled more with pain than joy. Basically I felt broken, and in a way hidden. This was the result.
Porcelain
Day by day
More Make-up on my face,
More secrets in my till,
My mask is not strong enough…
Deceiving all,
Almost myself,
Reduced to being,
A pretty doll.
Copyright © 2004 Evelyne Elenora.
P.S. Once again if anyones interested I recently drew a picture that relates to both of these poems. Take a gander if you wish: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15119932/
Hidden Deep Under
Fleeting foul images,
Treacherous ubiquitous memories,
Warping untouched minds,
Most are superfluous thoughts,
In this irrelevant life,
Through cynical minds,
Endless entrapping cycles,
Heavenly devious masks,
Hide us from our minds.
Copyright © 2001 Evelyne Elenora.
A couple years later I wrote this during a french class. I swear I was paying attention :P At the time I was trying to redefine myself, and figure out what exactly it was that I was going through. A couple months prior to this poem I had to deal with the loss the first person I loved, though it was a one way street the whole time. It was an odd point, I knew I no longer loved the person but I had to figure out who I was without that feeling being there, as it had been all that I knew for about 3 years of my life. I didn't feel quite like an individual at that point, I was engulfed with this kind of emptiness that I had to learn to fill. There was a sense of relief though, because those 3 years were filled more with pain than joy. Basically I felt broken, and in a way hidden. This was the result.
Porcelain
Day by day
More Make-up on my face,
More secrets in my till,
My mask is not strong enough…
Deceiving all,
Almost myself,
Reduced to being,
A pretty doll.
Copyright © 2004 Evelyne Elenora.
P.S. Once again if anyones interested I recently drew a picture that relates to both of these poems. Take a gander if you wish: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15119932/