I lie in my dark bed.
Rum, warmth, taste of oak.
I’m tipsy,
Pink Floyd
I sing aloud.
I scratch myself.
I feel the pain.
I am alive.
No one cares.
I send him a message,
No reply.
Put on a mask.
Plastic smile.
No one notices anything out of the ordinary.
14 comments:
The plastic smile
A little baby that wriggles and plays
All day long
And then when night falls
Tired,he goes to sleep
And thoughts that never were
Do seem to seep
Hidden creeks...
A Deluge.
I don't get how Maurice, guitargeorge and you can just randomely write poetry as comments.
Damn I wish I could.
Or was this picked off a song?
I love the way you've used the picture, I'm glad you used it at all.
Are you okay? I love what you've written. But are you okay?
I don't know about the others, but Maurice is, well, brilliant.
Get over him Ate. He isn't that good for you. Yeah I'm okay. Relatively.
Hmm..
No i wrote this...it came to me when i read ur post...
@ Ate - don't call him Maurice. I think he's only given me permission to call him that. You should ask him that.
@ Saptarshi - I like the poem. A little vague maybe, but good.
well i believe in something ou know and i've seen that this actually works........a smile, even when faked make both the person who's smiling and the person being smiled at a litlle happier..........
Smile, when your heart is aching
Smile even thought it's breaking
Although a tear maybe ever so near
Smile.....
I'm sorry, I shall remember that in future.
@ Subhayu - I like that Michael Jackson song. However I used the term 'plastic smile' here not only to symbolise a fake smile, but a lot more. Like a fake me..
@ Ate - Just ask maurice. It isn't much of my business anyway.
Didn't care much for this as well. Sorry.
@ Maurice - I don't care much for what you think of this one either. I like it. Especially with the picture.
yeah..........plastic....i get the feeling sometimes....
@ Subhayu - Do you? And then what do you do?
Post a Comment