"Little Pictures Are To Be Seen And Not Heard"

I smiled and the camera flashed.

I waited as the moment passed.

Kept my lips in a perfect pose-

S**t, how I hate those . . .

 

Like a cave, far away, blocked from doom and misery,

There’s a place that I hide that no one else can see inside.

It’s a room, very small, with carpeted floors in case I fall.

There’s a shelf filled with books, and a mirror so I can stress about my looks.

 

No plants to remind me how I kill, and no mail slot so I won’t get a bill.

There’s no food, nothing to drink, just enough air so I can think.

No computer to distract, no one to tell me how to act.

It’s so lonely within these walls, but there’s no phone so no one calls.

 

There are two windows, i.e., eyes, those blue eyes that I despise.

There’s someone in the halls, yelling doubts through the walls.

There’s a switch so I can sleep, but it’s on the fritz so the sleep’s not deep.

There’s a world in this room but there’s still an undertone of doom.

 

And when I’m back outside, there’s another reason for me to hide.

There’s a world inside my head, and I’d like to fill it with lead.

With little dreams that have died and naughty images locked up inside.

But the cameras can’t capture this place, they only see my smiling face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Most of the poetry I have recently posted is almost a year old, and this is the first poem I've written in a while, so I'm a little out of practice. How am I doing?

Reviews

[cfix]

This is wonderful, I throughly enjoyed this piece.

[Libby]

Wow, ridiculously good. :D

[Murtuza]

You're really expressive! Good job and well done! Nice depictions of the loneliness and feeling of solitude :)

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

On this evidence you're still doing really fine. The imagery in this is wonderful and the wording is lovely. I like the feeling of this one and the way its written makes it easy to read yet makes you think.