She once was a goddess in disguise She watches from the shadows
As others drive down the same road euphoria now taints her blood
Her paranoia has taken full control as she imagines images mangling her soul
There's no world who thinks of stars
When nothing is left for her to do than to flag down cars
The music she once heard that once turned to words
Has turned to mumbling nothing but useless blurbs
She walks two and fro it's no longer a dance
She tries ever so hard to live life at a glance
Her dreams are now nightmares crazy but true
Now time just stands still
Hollywood is now in who?
The gates have rusted
The tales they are old
The only jester she can make
is sir, please take me out of the cold.
For my face is my painted mask
Awesome job!
ReplyDeleteIts amazing how well you can take a concept and breathe life into it like you did with this piece of art. It really places you within the scene and makes you feel from their perspective in a mysterious kind of way. If I may, I'd like to try and give my thoughts on how I saw this in my head.
"I love how you depicted the way that we hide within ourselves and observe things from outside. This lady hides behind a mask that has been created over time. She watches the ones that she cares about, but she cant help but feel that they come from the same place. With that yerning to come out of the shadows and embrace what is there, the fear of losing them pushes her away. She tries to get their attention, but when the music seems to get clear & loud, just as quickly it seems to go away like others and leaves nothing but the muffled sound in the distance, a faded memory. Now what she truely wanted is haunting her as she waits in the shadows unseen. It seems so quiet now that they are gone, and the gate to her heart stays shut & locked. It all seems like distant memories now and all that is left is the mask that holds captive this beautiful Goddess that is unable to see her beauty anymore through her mask that she hides behind. All she wants is for someone to slow down and share their 'music' with her, their sound, their lifeforce, their frequency, THEIR ESSENSE!"
Excuse me if I'm far fetched from the true intention of this piece of work. That was merely how I understood the story being told, and my apologies if it offends the true meaning that is being told her.
Once again, its amazing how well this story was constructed and I'm looking forward to seeing a LOT more of your work on here for the whole world to experience and understand together. I'm sure that I can speak for everyone when I say that we all have our masks that we hide behind and its nice to hear someone else put it out there in a way that can be understood & shared.
Anyone can take a couple words that rhyme and throw them together to create a poem, but it takes true talent to pull off what you did here. You're a great artist. And yes I said artist, because this is more than words, this is more than just a poem, this is truely a piece of art and it paints a whole world in my mind. This blog is your canvas and words are your paint!