They think I'm funny and have no problems But this mask is so well structured, they can't see that I'm so angered I'm just hiding, just a man trying to survive... I'm a clown forgotten by the spirits, Doomed to be alive and lonely, never to have any visits, Behind this mask I am a loner, walking in the darkness for years, making people laugh so hard, they forget that I have lost... Even this city is getting weaker, it's impossible to cross, They can never see my pain, all is gone, except for a drawn in the dark...
Some people hide their pain so well that others can not see it, I'm one of those too.
Making people laugh is a gift, like singing, or painting, it's a healing gift, a wonderful gift to have or give...if only we could make ourselves laugh, the world would be alright then :)
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
I guess it would, but that's the problem we can't like Robin Williams said (one of the most gifted c.. read moreI guess it would, but that's the problem we can't like Robin Williams said (one of the most gifted comedians ever) "for a comedian I am a miserable man...." anyway I appreciate your review, thank you
11 Years Ago
I love Robin, all those voices he "does" ,crazy guy, I especially enjoyed him in what dreams may com.. read moreI love Robin, all those voices he "does" ,crazy guy, I especially enjoyed him in what dreams may come where he played a more serious role and was just as wonderful. you're welcome :)
the shape which your poem takes looks like a tower, a tall closed building which you keep your true form locked inside, (behinde the mask) as your poem says, amazing, i really love this poem, the way it flows, i ca relate to your words, and am sorry you had to go through this, i can feel the pain rushing over the whole write, which is perfectly a beautifully sad write.
Aurora
I find the chaotic straucture of this poem and clumsy choise of words as PERFECT form to express the thruthful absurd of human excitance. People are extremely social creatures however everybody is so lonely - this is a simple paradox of our life...
The place where time stands still, where whisky flows and always will. Where's that place you will ask, God said "Out on Highway 61"
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"If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early Spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I’m all right though things get kind of slow
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