Pages tagged with Mask

Past lifetimes have a way of floating through our memories..sometimes we brush them away...other times deeds are done to compensate, balance what happened then...sometimes terrible things...

It's amazing how fast a lie will out run the truth ....

April Poem A Day Challenge Day 15. Write a poem using the following words: Slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon.

This is a poem about how we hide the 'real me' from people.

Hailed as a unique REM enhancing device - aimed at helping steer sleepers into lucid dreaming by making the brain aware that it is in that state. In theory, this means that people could choose what to dream about.

You should not be mistaken, by the white horse or the description of the rider, here we have a deceptive conqueror, a bold fraudster, the rider upon the white horse is not the lion of the tribe of Judah, he looks fitting, but its not the real thing, he is not the conquering Saviour, t...

Indian males are a much maligned lot. It's time someone stood to dispel these misconceptions.

We all wear masks don’t we? Sometimes to hide from others… Sometimes to hide our deepest desires from ourselves… Sometimes to create a fake world around ourselves… And sometimes to just LIVE as we are used to live with the masks……

Personality is that what we pose-a face mask. A guest comes and deep down never wanted to welcome, but smiling and saying ‘so glad’, that is personality-a face mask.

~the child woke up~to the suicide man every day of his young life~watched his adam’s apple~gurgle-gurgle~as he shot himself in the throat with alcohol~the child’s mother loved them both~behind closed doors~better that way~some things~suicide for instance~shouldn’t be done in pub...

4/8/11 Michael Annis (Senior editor of Howling Dog Press): “I published the entire Quodlibet in the OMEGA literary magazine online series. It is an amazing, gargantuan poem filled with some of the toughest writing you will come across. Profound, harrowing cantos of dark beauty, bill...

Sometimes, you do not even know what you are doing.

Do you know me..? Really know me...? You may think that you do, but people have so many layers....How can you tell when you have reached the final one? This face that you see, may be nothing more than the mask I wish to display to you...for now......

We all show a Face to the world, don a particular mask... but sometimes we can do it to each other too... When the trust is complete, when you feel safe and respected...the mask fades away, and reveals the Real You inside...

~ you never know what you’re gonna do when the shithouse goes up in flames ‘til the fire bites you on the ass ~ my knuckles hurt today ~ probably that arthritis thing ~ there’s a little baby girl about 1400 miles from here ~ couple o’ weeks & I’ll go there ~ she & her big br...

Sometimes a person can get so wrapped up in being someone else, that he forgets who he really is. We aim to please others and lose sight of ourselves.

A poem I wrote two years ago about the emotions one experience during a breakup.

1. A quick poem about self image, and the frustration of looking at your reflection and seeing something you despise. 2. Just a couple of short acrostics about emotions we're all familiar with.

Johari's Window is used as a psychological tool within Counselling...It breaks down the four panes of glass in a window, to emphasise how others see us, how much we will happily self disclose, and what we keep hidden from others, and even hidden from ourselves.....It is our window out...

~Stratification of existence~voices ringing~people fear death more than pain~loneliness more than both~strange~without music life would be a mistake~from the garbage dump~in love there is no wrong~long years of it erased by a moment of hatred~

~trees through the window~shaking medusa heads~the snake is long~seven miles~a rich woman’s son stole his songs Doris~the monster Zarathustra~put your head between your legs~kiss your ass goodbye~for the love of a woman~Nazi disguise~boots & lies~

A history on Greek Masks and their origin and uses. Did you know that men in Greek Drama had to play woman's parts???

A newer poem about looking beyond someone's masks and seeing the person within and the love that one desires.

A script that could have earned a million in selling copies had ruined the lives of many. It was simple and intriguing, but wicked and terrifying to most people.

You may know just who they are, they often dwell amongst us. Quite often, we work with, live with, or know someone who seems perfectly fine on the outside, but is almost mortally wounded within. If we make an effort to reach out, we just may be able to do a world of good.