Lipstick & Skeletons: A Prologue of Sorts

This is the introduction of my series "Lipstick and Skeletons" a book that I am working on.

Who needs sanity

when you can have vanity?

Who needs love

when you can have hate?

Everyone has their skeletons.

Some will crawl under the floorboards

and wait there for years.

Others start dancing

right in front of you, and all your fears. 

Some skeletons are hidden

and others are vibrant.

Some skeletons wear lipstick

and others carry guns.

Who needs hope

when you can live in fear?

Who needs light

when you live in the dark?

Everyone has their darkness

it's always crazy the starkness

of the contrast

and the way it all flows

in and out of focus

you know how it works; 

but it seems like it lives

even though you don't know 

how to do it, but it gives

you one good problem

one good notion.

Each person has their demons.

Each person lives 

and each person dies.

Sometimes you never see them

It's almost like they are never there;

but these demons were real

these demons are alive.

Author's Note

Let me know what works, and what doesn't. I am wanting to edit these to make them work more for the type of memoir/poetry book that I am working on.

Reviews

[Mandi]

I like this the last two stanzas the best. I'm not sure I understand the first stanza, are you saying the vain are insane? If so express that a little more... I think you can dig deeper into this and find the meat.

[Devin Mitchell Durbin]

I wrote this a while ago; and it actually after reading it again, doesn't sit as well with me as it used to. Hmmm. I'll have to think about it more.