I was hiding smiles and I was hiding tears,
Hiding oceans as if, much sturm und drang
So many words unsaid, fears swallowed
I thought I was hiding me well all those years
Learnt to fake stretched lips, mature smiles,
Learnt to bury me, so many rehearsal I had
Rehearsed opening scene, and curtaining off
I thought I was learning to walk alone miles
All those dumb talking rule books of life
I boozed them all, they flow in my veins
Plucking me out of me, acting it’s no pain
I thought I was growing mature in time
Today I look around. I feel lost in woods
Today I look around. I feel fooled n dumb
And today I’ve got no one but my fake self
And all it does… is it fake laughs at me.
Never fake, never dumb, but always be weary the jester when one dances. If lost in the wood, climb a tree, share what you see. Kind of partial to climbing oaks, banyans, Red Cottonwoods, and monkey puzzle trees, oh and mangoes when they’re in season.
Love the emphasis that seems to naturally infect the lines of your poem below, the day and night, the continual binge on lines, and words so much to the extent, just want to get out there and live… Loved the poem, Marisha!
“All those dumb talking rule books of life
I boozed them all, they flow in my veins
Plucking me out of me, acting it’s no pain
I thought I was growing mature in time”
Wow! Always a pleasure to hear from you… thanks so much for the kind words. As always… your comments are more fascinating to me than the poem itself.
Always first need a poem to ponder upon, thanks 🙂