Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Poem 39 of 365

 FACEbook


Life’s bitter betrayal collects on the lightest sound of personal fear and I am petrified of loosing the things I hold dear.
I hide my best FACE for a sight that will soon become clear,
and mutter this phrase,  year,  after year,  after year.

Tactful foundations smiles at the very sight of my eyes     and through vigorous complication, I laugh at its inevitable demise,
I sprinkle freedom on the love that keeps me mesmerized, viewing life from the vast outside.

Colored friction REVEALS different shades of inspiration
as I speak aloud with a tight mouth,   I used to spas out at the slightest act of appreciation towards my own happiness being my fault.

Serenity   lay beside the motionless walk-with-talks I used to spread about,    and without knowing my efforts had traveled wordlessly mouth to mouth     I now giggle on what this FACEbook talks about. 

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