Flakey Facade

4/12/12 How do we know who others truly are, if they are falsifying themselves, their thoughts or feelings? We wear a mask for each of the people we meet, sometimes there is no expressing ourselves"

Fallacy is our reality
Page after ashen page,
Yet the rolls of our tongues
And stains of our bleeding pens promote a picture,
That becomes a fixture of the so called truth.

A glorified scripture,
A shameful lie,
An ebony tear without alibi for others in masks can slip down
Like vagrant ice from above.

The stars themselves may have kissed my cheeks,
I know for sure they are tender
But alas not as my front nor snowflakes do they melt.
They remain,
Watching moments immortally.
Bright binds of brass minds that nowhere else connect.

My creaking door presents once more a mother,
Father,
Stranger,
Lover,
A zombie to the world.
To themselves,
From forced self-portraits on their walls
Where lips are upturned as mine,
By a flakey facade.

Author's Note

Been out of touch lately, hope this is not too disappointing

Reviews

[Tarry Franck]

And stains of our bleeding pens promote a picture
By a flakey facade.
Is it still a fake face if we wear it forever?

The poem was great but the just pulled something in me out! Maybe it's time to place my mask down at times. And it's not to hide myself, it to hide my feelings.

You did a wonderful job on this. Don't sell your self short. Bravo

[Ohhhwillow]

I'm sorry what do you mean by "the just pulled something" in you out please explain? :)

[Kyle Sky]

Beautiful meaning and beautiful presentation in the verse. This poem does not fail to disappoint. This is truly beautiful.

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you for your very kind review!!

[Kyle Sky]

You deserve it.

[Horizon K.]

Interesting topic, one that definitely deserves a lot of thought, even looking at oneself ... I think everyone wants to see themselves in a certain way. But hopefully we can still see ourselves clearly enough to know how far that is from the truth. It is amplified in settings like this where we dont know what the person we communicate with looks like, much less be able to look in their eyes or hear the honesty on their voice. As for wearing a fake face forever... How sad if you cannot reconcile with what is truly in your heart.
Anyways lovely poem but I wasn't sure what you were trying in the second stanza ... For me, cryptic there.

[Ohhhwillow]

This was a very comstructive review, thank you, the second stanza was a portrayal of the idea that we put a guard up for others but we let it slip when we are comfortable, it comes crashing down and it can often lead to a cold outcome. My gran passed away and I considered her to be a star watching down on me since. She will always watch over me, and she'll never melt like snow on my finger tips or the front we put on often unknowingly. We can all look to the stars, the light is one thing we can each be connected by, as we can by tragedy, hence "bright binds of brass minds that nowhere else connect". :)

[Horizon K.]

Okay, I see. I think with the terms "alas" and "nowhere else" you add this tragic feeling to what you also perceive as being an eternal light and truth of another, your gran here. How about the facade that remains after one passes, all their secrets buried with them.
And letting the facade slip off... Not always a good thing I agree. Some thoughts should be filtered lest they offend others if spoken or acted on...