Things / I am
Driven, yoked, lashed, lamed,
carved, cloaked, kept, claimed;
we are not and never named.
Things that lurk and listen lurch
and leaping make meals of us.
People who are not us
feeding and leading us and
beating us. Beating us.
Immaterial, fade away:
They get away from us.
What is a name?
A name is not us.
Masks / Faces
This face is not a stranger’s face,
to mask me or hide me, or mark
or divide me. It does not stay in place,
But remains on the lips and in the dark
to confide in. It cannot play games.
This face is not for falsehoods freely
to reside in, it does not shift blames
to other people; not who I can be,
It is who I am.
- Author: Reivax Camlost ( Offline)
- Published: April 12th, 2019 12:01
- Comment from author about the poem: I have taken two of my own more favorite compositions (Bluntly: the only two that, in retrospect, were ever worth my time) and revised them together under a common theme. The following poems concern identity, how we define ourselves, and how we sometimes struggle with how others might define us. I would say that the first poem has more to do with the latter, and the second to do more with the former, but please feel free to read into them however you will. As always, feel free to let me know what you think! It's been a bit since I was online last, and I'll likely be going back through my older poems and revising the ones that are still worth saving... so if you've got anything in particular that you'd like me to keep, again let me know. UPDATE: Well, I'm writing new stuff again, so, this doesn't apply to that... lol
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Nicely written complex piece, very emotive
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