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no matter what people say.
Put on a happy face
and pick up the slow pace.
Turn that frown upside down,
can’t let life bring us down.
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LOST FACE
Garis Edelweiss (Indonesian, b. 1984, Pasuruan, Jawa Timur, Indonesia) – Maddah-Sarasvati, 2017 Drawings: Pencil on Paper
A picture is worth a thousand words.
What words does this picture inspire?
A woman whose face is lost,
To be replaced by bouncing balls.
What are we without our faces?
What will we have left to show the world?
The image brings forth feelings of confusion,
An imbalance created by the lack of face.
Our faces are needed to reveal our true selves.
Without them, we are useless like
balls forever bouncing by an unseen force.
BLUE HAZE
Leaves (by Wouter Hogendorp)
Feelings of softest blue.
This is how I see you.
Through a film of ice,
You appear so nice.
A reflection it is
That I can never miss.
As leaves float high,
I peer up at the sky
I still see your face
In every place.
I can feel your hot gaze
Even in this haze.
Please come back to me,
And we can float free.
THE DARK OF NIGHT
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The moon bows its head.
In retreat behind the clouds.
Hiding its face.
Leaving no trace behind.
That’s when they’ll come.
In the dark.
In the cold.
In the night.
THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE
He has come for me.
I’ll never be free.
He comes this night.
Fear at first sight.
He claims his love.
But he’s no dove.
He’s evil as can be.
Always searching for me.
I must hide until morning.
Or the town will be mourning.
The devil hides his face.
I know his deadly pace.
His footsteps ring hollow.
Steps quicken to follow.
He sings a sweet song.
I know I’m not wrong.
The devil is right behind me.
Even though his face I can’t see.
He has me in his grasp.
I cry out with a gasp.
He kisses me with passion.
I know this is his fashion.
To take what is not his.
And make me only his.
THE DEAD GAME
LIFE
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Light and dark.
Our souls.
Our feelings.
Alternating.
Soaring to highs.
Falling to lows.
Heights.
Depths.
Life.
THIS WALL
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THIS WALL
Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.
Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.
Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.
Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.
Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.
HIS DEAR FACE
In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.
Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.
One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.
Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.
I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.
He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.
I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love.
UNMASKED
Show me your face.
Reveal yourself.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?
Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?
Walk to me.
As yourself.
Without lies.
So I can see what lies underneath.
Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I can now see what lies underneath.
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL
MIRROR MIRROR
Can you see your demons?
What you hide inside.
From others.
From the world.
Fire and heat.
Revenge and blood lust.
Hidden inside.
Is it reflected in your face?
Look closer.
Look deeper.
Can you see it?
I can.
