"Emerging Writers, Serious Writers"

since 2009

Poetry, Prose & More. Join Us!

  • Category: Community Poetry
  • Hits: 1058


Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive

See the faces?

Do you see what I see?

The people are mannequins looking at me.

Plastic and simply empty

They dress themselves in tattered vanity.

Walk you plastic beings

Blend in your well worn skin.

You are empty shells in a halloween costume.

What's the disguise today?

What role will you play?

But no, maybe I'm wrong.

If people are nothing but plastic for clothes to hang on, 

That would make me...

Comments (2)

This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

Well done poem... I like the picture too!

This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

Thanks a lot. I gained some inspiration in moving from Minnesota to Las Vegas. Just walking the streets, you see people wearing around different skins trying to fit in. But, that applies to all kinds of cities, even little old Austin, Mn.

There are no comments posted here yet

Leave your comments

  1. Posting comment as a guest.
Attachments (0 / 3)
Share Your Location