PIECES OF YOU

Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou

Your eyes, ears, nose,

and mouth don’t match.

They need a purpose;

they need a soul.

THE PIECES

Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou

The eyes,

nose,

mouth,

and ears,

don’t match.

They need a purpose

to hold them together.

They need a soul.

UNMASKED

The mask has cracked.

I can’t keep it together.

A fight to be perfect.

A battle to be accepted.

The mask has cracked.

The game is over.

GONE

Source:slobbering

Gone for good.

My identity.

My uniqueness.

My face.

Gone.

REFLECTIONS

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Sky Explosion (by drxgonfly)

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REFLECTIONS

Reflections from above

surround me like a glove.

Hues of purple and pink

make me ponder and think.

I lift my face high

to the starry sky.

What is the reason I am here?

Why do I live my life in fear?

Questions in my mind

seek what I can’t find.

A shooting star streaks by.

“Is this my answer?” I sigh.

A bird perches near my arm.

I jump in fear and alarm.

Its black eyes stare back at me

and with a wink, it flies free.

I am alone with the night

with the moon at its full height.

My fear falls away like a cloak.

I begin to cry with a choke.

The bird has shown me a place

where I can reveal my face.

LOST FACE

Garis Edelweiss (Indonesian, b. 1984, Pasuruan, Jawa Timur, Indonesia) – Maddah-Sarasvati, 2017  Drawings: Pencil on Paper

A picture is worth a thousand words.

What words does this picture inspire?

A woman whose face is lost,

To be replaced by bouncing balls.

What are we without our faces?

What will we have left to show the world?

The image brings forth feelings of confusion,

An imbalance created by the lack of face.

Our faces are needed to reveal our true selves.

Without them, we are useless like

balls forever bouncing by an unseen force.

MIRROR MIRROR

MIRROR MIRROR

Do you see

what’s hidden inside?

Hidden from others.

From the world.

Look closer.

Look deeper.

Do you see it?

I can.

BLUE HAZE

Leaves (by Wouter Hogendorp)

Feelings of softest blue.

This is how I see you.

Through a film of ice,

You appear so nice.

A reflection it is

That I can never miss.

As leaves float high,

I peer up at the sky

I still see your face

In every place.

I can feel your hot gaze

Even in this haze.

Please come back to me,

And we can float free.

THE DARK OF NIGHT

Source:words-in-the-paradise

The moon bows its head.

In retreat behind the clouds.

Hiding its face.

Leaving no trace behind.

That’s when they’ll come.

In the dark.

In the cold.

In the night.

FACES TO THE SKY

Faces to the sky.

Lift them way up high.

Smiles so bright and wide.

You’ve nothing to hide.

Yellow hair to the sun.

It’s time to have some fun.

Long, green leaves clap to the song.

This morning, nothing is wrong.

Deep roots rumble in the ground.

To a beat, you’ve lost and found.

A field of dancers shakes the earth.

I watch as I bubble with mirth.

PIECES

Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou

The pieces.

Eyes.

Nose.

Mouth.

Ears.

Don’t add up.

They refuse to mold.

Separate pieces.

Undefined.

They need a purpose.

Unity.

A soul.