" PLAY"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This piece is a candid expression of self reflection. The reader is given a rare opportunity to view the internal struggle between self and who we all create to survive life on the world stage. Through this piece however, one realizes that success in love comes only when your true face is shown. Living life how others want you to produces a reflection not your own but life lived as a true individual brings happiness and wealth.

Submitted: June 30, 2012

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PLAY


I have been called beautiful a million times, and I have cried just as much every time because beauty is all they see; while hiding behind enemy lines; lies the everlasting beauty.

 

Forsaken tales of love, untold stories of life’s trials and mishaps along with dreams of you, all stored away never to be seen, never touched.

 

In this world where beauty reigns supreme, love has little to no chance of living if it isn’t real.

 

Dreams of love, and the desire to love all get lost behind what lies on the surface—and this, the norm of the game, so I learned to play.

 

 Becoming whomever, whenever.

 

Losing is easy and so winning is everything—

 

Artificiality makes you and then becomes you.


I have lived a thousand lives, told a million lies and yet no one has cared enough to look for the truth.

No one has cared enough to uncover all that is buried under what little beauty they see.

And so I have conformed.


I have forgotten how to be and who to be.

In the mirror, I have seen a million different faces all of which have looked back at me indifferently as strangers do.

 

With every encounter, a different face, and a different lie—after all, no one knew, no one cared.

I played every time knowing I would win without actually winning because in the end I could never find You.

 

It was an easy game where the rules were simple. Pretend and, of course, show face and make sure it is always pretty enough or you won’t stand a chance.

 I played and played never getting played but always lost somehow or at least that’s the feeling I had because after every game I cried.

 

 Silent tears of years forgotten, years gone and still no You.


Alone in a world of lies where fantasies are all that's left along with a faint heart beat,  I cower in self-pity.  I have tried mustering what little strength I have remaining so I can stand but always to no avail. From the distance You saw my struggles, You saw my face; You saw me. I saw You, and together we fell, together we rose and together we saw the face of love.

-tonio
Copyright © 2012

 


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