Inside Your Head
Author: Scorpio


Strolling around
Through these passages
Unknown tombs of forever
Memories untold to any
Inside these own illusions
I'd stroll around the synthesis
Linking together all things
Graced upon a lighted darkness
Within these halls
Take me to another place
These smiles; false
Captivity within insanity
Silence in such beauty in song
Alone, withered; contorted
Bemused into satisfaction
Saturated within placid self
Tell me what there is to find here
Nothing but empty caskets
Hushed whisperes and locked doors
Only nightmares a child could dream
Silence; confusion
These walls begin to close
Inside your head
I wander...

------- Author's Notes -------

I've been depressed lately. *shrug* Don't know why, couldn't care. I've been insane for years though, yet I'm lucky enough not to be shoved into another asylum. Unfortunately, though, it seems as though my head is my asylum - These smiles and happy faces locked in cages, merely a porcelain mask for this gruesome contort of a face. Nonetheless, this is how I see myself through other's eyes. By the way, excuse any typos, it's almost 1 AM here and I think I'm really sick, though I can't tell.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian ( -- Thursday, June 17 2004, 04:35 pm


Hey Scorpio! So, it's just like I used to be, pretending to smile, to hide my sorrows, hoping for joy to come! I've felt like you many times, like I've been broken in a million pieces, because of depression, feeling discombobulated, and having nightmares and dark thoughts.... I love the way you put the semicolon behind your words... Your poems are always GRAND!

P.S. I hope you feel better; I'm just a person who cares.... LOl!
Scorpio ( -- Sunday, June 20 2004, 04:00 am

A False Mask

It's as if life gives you a mask. And sometimes you choose to wear it, to hide yourself from the world, or to leave it behind and not care. To have a good time. I'm one of those people who chose the mask, who endure constant pain of self will define and instead look to only the good of other's and to the bad of self rather than my own good attributes. Yet I find poetry to be one of my good ones and my mask to be my inspiration. Thank you so much for your comment! :)
Many :)'s back,

P.S. I probably will, being human, though jealousy is manditory in human feelings, I can also recover. :P Heehee.
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