Life, Poetry

Masquerade

Life is a masquerade, People wear masks Everyday, every week, Every month, every year, Some wear the mask That presented their Deepest, darkest emotions Like rage, hatred, sorrow But most people Wear the happy mask And open it when they’re alone Safe and sound in…

Poetry

My Portrait Of Her

Never once in life did her demeanor be fake, She indulged in her dream bubble as never to wake. She failed to realize her bubble burst as demons invade, Surrounding herself with evil light unknown to the shade. She sailed smooth into the water floating…