No longer can I mask it all.
It seems a lie, a fake, a cheat.
I can’t talk to you the same.
My word seem unnatural.
I used to say such beautiful things that pleased their ears and calmed their souls.
But now I speak the truth.
How unappealing that must be.
In the world I have crated, I have no need for such things anymore.
I have created a situation which is absent of charming manipulative words.
I enjoy it alone.
What is the painting in the dark corner room?
To discover would waist you time.
What ever it is, it’s covered in dust and has not seen light in ages.
This is not a mistake. Not at all.
Past eyes were unamused, and so am I.
Although I’ve stepped out of the valley of the green class doors,
My desires mirror its reflections.
I like how the first part is almost blunt and unpoetic in the sense that it's stating the simple truth, when you're talking about speaking the truth. It lends a nice poetical emphasis.
ReplyDeleteThen it gets more poetically-veiled in the second half.
I also like how you broke out of normal structure. While I'm not a fan of free-verse in general, it can be a good poetical exercise I've found. It can also be very beautiful if you use a lot of internal rhyme and alliteration and flow of words and phrases and punctuation. That's something I experimented with in my poem "I sleep when sleep will come." (you might have read it, I posted it on my blog and on facebook).
Props. Hope things are going well for you these days.