FACES

nazva

Expose the bone
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Eyes.

Expressions.

Feelings.

Faces.

Which is the true one?

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

SMILE

 

kira-vera

Let’s have a happy day

no matter what people say.

Put on a happy face

and pick up the slow pace.

Turn that frown upside down,

can’t let life bring us down.

CRY

Source:slobbering 

We cry for ourselves.

We cry in the night.

Tears roll down our cheeks.

Frowns cover our faces.

We stand together.

We cry for no one.

We cry for everyone.

A NEW BEGINNING

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in staccato rhythm.

A constant 

and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed down with water.

Flowers lift their shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds dry out.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

DARK THOUGHTS

1. WATCH THE NIGHT

   

   spectral-insomnia

   Carl Rabus – Spassky Gate in Moscow (detail)

   
   

   The clouds circle around.

   Bringing the moon closer.

   Lighting up the windows.

   Where faces watch the night.

   DARK SHADOWS
2. 

   mortisia

   Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

   
   

   A castle where spirits walk.

   Darkness hides in corners.

   Old fragrances float in the air.

   Shadows follow without footsteps.

   And sighs fill the empty spaces.

FACELESS

darksilenceinsuburbia

Brian Connelly

What are we without our faces?

Without our distinctive features.

No eyes to see the morning sun.

No mouth to sing a lullaby.

No nose to smell baking cookies.

We would be mere strokes of color.

A dripping rainbow of hues.

ALONE IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK

"I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of  pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can't answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years."

The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

 

THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The staircase from my past.
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I could still hear children’s voices
as they run up the stairs to classes.
I hear shouts as they run down
into the basement for lunch.
But I can’t see their faces.
I can only hear their voices.
All I see is the staircase,
waiting for me.
If I go back there, will
the dream go away?
Will new faces and voices
replace the old ones?
I’m too afraid to find out.
I don’t want new nightmares
to pile on top of the old ones.
So I’ll just go to sleep, and
dream about my empty staircase.

TEARS OF A CLOWN

Who are we?
What are we?
What do our faces
reveal about ourselves?
If we smile, does that
mean we’re happy?
If we cry, are we really
that sad?
Do we exaggerate our feelings
for the better effect?
Yes, we all do.
Take a closer look at the next
person who laughs or cries
before a captive audience.
See if they are showing true emotions
or just emoting for the benefit of others.

MANNEQUINS

blackoutraven:

The ” TWILIGHT ZONE ”

The mannequins are alive!
Their eyes are following me
wherever I go.
They’re taunting me, daring
me to leave.
When I leave, I know they
will follow me.
I know!
I’ll use the fireplace poker
and smash their heads in.
They will never follow me again.
And I will finally be free!

A NEW BEGINNING

A picture is definitely worth a thousand words.
This picture makes me feel relaxed and at peace.
The rain hitting the puddles hypnotizes and soothes me.
The beautiful scenery is being washed and renewed
by the cold crisp rain.
The tree's branches hang low
from the weight of the water.
The flowers lift their colorful faces
for their washing.
Afterward, everything will smell wet and clean.
The sun will reveal the wet sheen covering the earth.
All will be fresh for a new day--a new beginning.

FOR THE FUN OF IT

amischiefofmice:

kawaii-nihon:

DS-Eevee’s

The beautiful colors.
The happy faces.
The joy and fun.
We could all use something to make
us feel happier and more relaxed.

LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

lifeisthefight:

Do we see life as it really is?
Or do have filters covering our eyes?
We all are guilty of looking at life
through tinted glasses.
Reality might be too hard for us to face
without our protective lenses.

HAUNTED HOUSE

THE DEAD

clavicle-moundshroud:

Do you see faces in the window?
Are they human faces or are they missing faces?
Don’t stop—walk by very quickly.
Maybe they don’t see you.
Or maybe it’s too late.
You will now become one of them.
One of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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MANY FACES OF....

This is a great picture. How many faces do you see?
We show different faces to the world at different times. We can appear happy, sad, troubled, friendly, hostile, secretive, honest, consoling, mysterious, and so on....
But what face is the true face? What do we really feel inside?
Unfortunately, when we speak to someone, we don't know if we're seeing their true face or the face they are determined to show to the world. Given the circumstances, we could make an educated guess. But it is just a guess. Only the person who owns the face knows his true self. And maybe we don't really want to know what he or she is thinking.