Dancer Girl Without A Face

Her glittering mask catches everyone's eye
The painted smile sweeter than a playboy's lie
The prettiest girl you could hope to find there
The light flickers on her silky smooth hair.
Her skin so flawless, softer than the wind's caress
Sequins sparkle on her beautiful dress.
This dancer girl so lovely takes the floor
Men's eyes brighten and women gaze in awe
And both alike fall into almost a trance
As the music plays and she starts to dance.
Spinning, twirling, leaping with her light feet
Her hair flying behind her in an unbroken sheet
Dancing, gliding, as weightless as the wind
Her exquisite masked face all that can be seen
Minutes of beautiful dancing pass, music the only sound
Then this lovely fairy falls back to the ground
Her audience, enticed, crowd around.
They jostle and push to see her well
Each one caught, enchanted by her spell
Then this pretty dancer girl, with a dancer's grace
Sweeps off the gorgeous mask - and she has no face!
A pale, smooth, featureless oval is all that there is
The crowd reels back, asking "What on Earth is this?"
And now this dancer girl seems so sinister - but sad.
The mask was all the beauty she really had
As this faceless beauty turns to leave
A man asks her, as if he cannot believe,
"Miss, your face, do you realize...?"
She turns to him and without lips replies:
"I, too, once thought having a face was important indeed
But the world has taught me this mask is all I need."

Fantasy Meets Reality

Dreams and thoughts and fantasy
A world made of imagination deep in me
Shadows and magic playing in the light
Your wildest dreams fluttering just out of sight

Ideals and ideas of righteousness and truth
Vows of being upright and a will to improve
Innocence so sweet so naive and so young
Believing what they said and trusting the songs that they sung.

Backstabbing and climbing the ladder so high
Leaving your dreams in the dust with a sigh
Everything's about harder-faster-stronger-better
What do the idealistic thoughts of the young matter?

Working always to beat the others,
Forgetting friendship and the love of your brothers
Running this race that has no end
Shattered fantasies buried in the sand.

Because this world has no space for magic and hopes
Because you have to do the job before you learn the ropes
Because time and tide wait for neither woman nor man
Because imagination has no place in this land.

On idealism you cannot survive and on fantasy you cannot live
So forget your dreams for practicality's sake and let youth's naivety leave.

Hi Everyone

Hi guys! Idealist's Shadows(Dunno if you want me to use real names sorry)just invited me to join this blog:) So if its ok I'm gonna post one of the poems I've written once. It's not as cheem as yours though the language is quite simple:p hope you guys like it!Let me know if there's something I'm doing wrong, I'm not too sure how to post on a blog and all cuz I don't really have many...

Entry Suggestions =)

I've just posted 2 of my better poems. (in my opinion.)

Of course, you can read the rest of my collection(not in full) at potatoescankill, and some on facebook notes.

I've never been good at narratives so I think the sci-fi story would be a failure. I await in apprehension for it to be returned. With a slew of comments and having it drenched in red ink and crosses.

Now since we're in the midst of stories... I've got an idea.

We should suppose ourselves to be something else, and write a diary entry of it.

Like, if I were an ant.

Then a diary entry would be about how humans have killed alot of your kind today. All because they left a cake out, and "we" thought it was an invitation. And how unfair it is for mankind to hog food for themselves.

That could be possible entries for the future =)

So long.

Let vengeance lay

The ebbing flow, the waning moon;

Lone wolves howl, amongst stark runes;

Fresh blood trickles, darkness looms;

Cicatrice deepen, the chorus croons,

"Shall the culprit be on the noose?"

Enter the cycle of doom

The infinite loop, the irrepressible gloom

Chase the culprit, for his forfeit

A pound of flesh, not any less

Two wrongs make a right, that is such fright.

The receding light, impurities dried bright.

Chase your tail, the winding trail.

Punish the culprit, or vulnerability...

Derailed, derailed, now left in a whited sepulchre.

The raucous crow, oblivious loon;

Why the sorrow, why the gloom ;

Dreams are haunted, resolve swoons;

Reproach's rampant, watch the harpoon-

Tether at the edge of a calming lagoon.

Near the ledge, plays the familiar tune;

Black curtains droop, the ends are loose-

"Shall I, shall I, then be on the noose?"

Emotions

Deafening cries of shattered glass

Breaking cracks of disfigured hearts

Disturbs the night of calm

Revives the day of treachery and harm

Silence. Silence.

Silence it all.

The world of peace begins to fall.

Call. Call.

Why can't it stop?

Why drive me up to a cornered wall.

Ghouls of ages light up taper

They cackle as we burn in flaming candles.

Wherefore such folly, wherefore such insanity

To be governed by things

And call them king.

Why the doubt, why the anxiety

The play on them

And you're maneuvered like a tram.

The shackles of It, bound me deep

I'll never be free, from me It will drip

Break it and not suffer, like you.

Strengthen and rebel, what do I do.

Demonstrate how, for I'm a fool

Or I'll struggle with them, to It I'll stay true.

The shackles of It, bound me deep

I'll never be free, from me It will reap.

Speaking of stories...

I was in the toilet, after school one afternoon. Bathing, and taking my own sweet time. I could hear thunder crashing and heavy rain pelting down outside. Since my parents and brother was out, I was worried that all the windows were not closed and hurried to get out of the toilet.

I went first to the bedrooms, closed the windows and saved the papers on my desk. Then I went to the kitchen and the wind and rain hit me in my face- but that wasn't what gave me a shock, it was the clothes hanged out to dry.

Well, now they were all wet. I ran towards them to bring them in. Foolish move, because I nearly slipped on the flood on the floor of the balcony. I stumbled, but continued towards the window, bent out, and grabbed a pole of clothes hanging out.

With the stinging rain and the howling wind whipping into me, I struggled to pull the pole in. Have you ever tried hanging on to a bamboo pole full of wet clothes? Not easy, and the floor was slippery. I tried my hardest not to fall out of the window myself, as 7 floors is very high up. Muscles straining, I managed to get the first (and easiest) pole in, then stared apprehensively at the five others. They were swaying ominously in the wind. The clothes on them were flapping madly. I took a deep breath, and decided to try the pole furthest out and somewhat obstructed from my grasp by part of the window.

I pulled the pole out halfway, then immediately knew it was a bad idea. I would more likely drop it than bring it in. I glared at the pole in frustration, and shoved it back in. By this time, I was soaking wet and cold, nearly ready to give up on it. Then I decided, I shall do the other poles first, then this lousy one.

Luckily, the rest of the poles of clothes came in relatively easy, abide with lots of grunting and praying that I won't fall 7 stories down. Then, with the other poles out of the way, I reached the last pole, half hanging out of the window. I summoned all the strength I had left, and dragged the pole out of the socket. It dipped scarily, but I hung on desperately, and eventually pulled it in.

Morale of the story? Always get clothes in before the rain starts! And I really must learn how to do pull-ups before NAPFA this year : p