A Melodramatic Melody of Pretense

forever trembling fingers of mine

I.
There’s a man, there’s a man, in his pocket is a plan,
And he certainly means no good.
There’s a girl, there’s a girl, there’s a pretty little girl
And all she wants is to be loved.

But little does she know,
Why do we never seem to know?
The devil is in her midst.
And she turns as he churns,
As she moans as he groans,
That is how the devil works.

Inside she cries & she weeps,
But outside there’s not a peep,
She lays still, breathless & meek.

I asked her once before,
“What are you doing all this for?”
Still she uttered not a peep.

But inside she did scream!
She told me every little thing!
If only I had known,
Why do we never seem to know?

II.
There’s a man in a chair and he’s playing with his hair,
It’s all that he has left.
“There was a girl, there was a girl”, he would mutter to himself,
But from this girl he’d never heard.

Little did he know,
Why do we never seem to know?
That this girl was just a dream,
(But a dream that he had lived).

In his mind, in his mind, in his fragile little mind,
He had dreamt up everything.
From the chains & the cage to the brittle little stage,
On which the girl had laid.

She took a fall, such a fall, he’d never fail to recall,
From the stage that he had built.
She fell on her face & he left her to her disgrace,
But why?
He never knew,
Why do we never seem to know?

III.
There’s a man, there’s a man, there’s a merry little man,
Whose name everyone knows.
He is small, he is weak, his voice trembles as he speaks,
And that’s all they’d ever know.
Why do we never seem to know?

All they knew was but a face that he so easily replaced,
And his name became unknown.
He wore a mask upon a mask,
Afraid his sanity wouldn’t last,
Till he found a face he could bear.

He gave a name to himself & a story off-the-shelf,
Not that they would even care,
And he would never know…
Why do we never seem to know?

IV.
“All this world’s a stage”
And what you are is but afraid!
And it is fear that locks our cage.

We wear chains around our necks,
With iron balls to keep us in check,
Freedom is the length of our chain.

We write line after line,
And rhyme after rhyme,
But if only we had known,
Why do we never seem to know?

Every thoughts been thought before,
And every words been said before,
“Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici”
In our dreams we’ve conquered the world.

Knowledge is in us all,
And we will always know it all,
But we must realise,
That’s the hardest part.

Realise that you & I,
And he & she,
And him & her,
Are but words that we did create.

We’re all one until the end,
As we were one from the beginning,
But was there ever a beginning?
“There must be a beginning,
For if not there is no end!”
And if there is no end, then let’s all just pretend.
Let’s pretend that this is the end.

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15 Responses to “A Melodramatic Melody of Pretense”
  1. lady divine says:

    looks spooky..:D
    and a bit too dark too…… i think

  2. St.Fallen says:

    yeah it’s dark cause the lights were out -_____-
    and I messed with it anyway
    wanted to make it as dark as possible 🙂

  3. lady divine says:

    LOVELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    I love the flow…. and it sure is a very captivating piece!!
    Great work!

  4. Munchi says:

    me ❤ ‘s it.. spooked me out tho.. 4 sum reason it made me think of a certain scene..

  5. kashi says:

    Very good,i liked it..its been a long time since you’ve written and its also one of your bestetst:D.. keep writing imaad:D
    xx:)

  6. Shaheen says:

    This is amazing:) loved it

  7. sara says:

    wow…
    is this on facebook …
    it should be man!
    i like ..x

  8. *Speechless*

    Love it!
    Especially the Shakespearean references :]

  9. ok…….im even more impressed with the V for Vendetta and other references.. You sir, are BRILLIANT!

  10. Shru says:

    I like how you convey that yearning most of us have for knowledge, answers, and ultimately truth. And how ironic this is juxtaposed with the pretences we indulge in.

    I especially like this bit,
    “All they knew was but a face that he so easily replaced,
    And his name became unknown.
    He wore a mask upon a mask,
    Afraid his sanity wouldn’t last,
    Till he found a face he could bear.”

    Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote,
    “No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true”

    I prefer the last 2 parts to the first 2 – but that may just be because I understand them better; I don’t really get the earlier bits.
    Anyway, overall, I like it 🙂

  11. sunaina says:

    very creepy and spooky but i love the tone ..i love the way you were very repetitive ..just kind of added something to it ..really really liked it ! =)

  12. gamz. says:

    nicee! i lovee
    x

  13. wow. i love the chanting like rythm in this poem. there is a kind of diabolical-ness to it. fantastic. 🙂

  14. Vithuuuuuuuuuuu says:

    i love this 🙂

    i love them all ! 😀

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