Masque Facade

by SabrinaB3RI

Published December 7, 2012

I am a masquerader
I wonder where the key to making one's heart content lies
I hear one voice, echoing out cries of my late lover
I see all my mortality go awry
I want to see the beatened, the tyrants, and her suffer
I am a masquerader

I pretend and feign sincerity, however
I feel no regret, no compassion, to the sight of your tears
I touch the fate's design or many spirits and alter it
I worry about nothing else, but what are the fears
I cry from the wounds, a river of deep scarlet
I am a masquerader

I understand that she is the prey, I am a predatory outcast
I say that for imperfection, others are to blame
I dream to avenge all that was erased in my past
I try shield my conscience from weakness and shame
I hope, I yearn she'll dance to the rhythmical silence in my lovely, bitter-sweet nightmares, forever
I am a masquerader






**Sorry if this note is irritating, but this poem is still going through revision*
Comments & reviews · 6
TheTaleAsOldAsTime wrote a review Review · Dec 30, 2012

SabrinaB3Rl,

This is really good. I felt the emotion come from the masquerader. I honestly felt as if I WAS the masquerader. Keep up the good work.! c:

~Tale xxx

chancesnchanges wrote a review Review · Dec 30, 2012

Hi! SabrinaB3RI...

Whoa, the concept of using a masquerader was somewhat new for me and i like it. It makes others curious of the person behind the mask. Also, the person underneath it tend to conceal his/her real feelings. That, at times misunderstood.
Nice piece..

Keep going..

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Hannah wrote a review Review · Dec 30, 2012

now now, come on. is this masquerader confident or not confident about his/her abilities? the middle stanza seems strong and cold, but the first and second two seem week, like he's ready to give in. now, i know people don't stick with one emotion all their lives, but either this person is good at their job and can pretend well, or they're not, in which case no one would believe them enough for them to be a masquerader anyway.

which means the only option left is for this person to HAVE BEEN good at their job, but is suddenly starting to fall, which means going back and forth between competent and imcompetent is not working for your poem. start strong, and subtly let cracks show through so it can be genuine when we realize that this twisted person has found a connection and maybe doesn't want to play anymore.

what i want to know is whether after all this time being twisted and cruel, playing emotions of others, whether this masquerader can escape his manipulative tendencies, or whether he goes right on using them on her, even though he wants their relationship to be different and true. i feel like that would be a genuine emotion to tap into: his realization that he's probably not good enough for the only person to ever make him want to change. and that she, without being trained, can do the same thing to him that he's done on purpose to girls over and over and over.

i wonder, too, what precisely he does as a masquerader, and think his character could be heightened by giving some concrete examples.

lastly, i really like that you said "i hope that sh'll be a part of me forever", because it doesn't necessarily mean a relationship, but maybe just another notch on his belt of heartbreaks? maybe that's good enough for him to remember her by?

i'd like to see an edit of this, with more thought.

anywhoo, lemme know if you have questions. good luck!

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SabrinaB3RI commented Comment · Dec 8, 2012

CharlesCrawley wrote a review Review · Dec 7, 2012

I love the second line! I think this is awesome! I really like it! I think you could adjust a few little words, like maybe in the third sentence of the third stanza, maybe get rid of the second I? :)

Thanks :) I may consider revising it, but this was just a quick little thing that came to me mind recently and I just had to put down my thoughts. There's still room for for much, much improvement. Again, thanks for the advice!



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