Ballroom Façade
by
Tiffany Forster
(Age: 21)
copyright 02-15-2006
Age Rating: 13 to 127
I’m your new illness, looking far better
You are green with envy (or just me)
Looking so flashy in your pin stripe suit
Dancing around to this ballroom sound
Dancing around to this mockery
Here I am watching, looking at you
You are laughing so absently
Swinging your partner ‘round the room
Ignoring the fact that I’m here
Ignoring the fact I’m me
Is this your new façade dear?
This dance of painted faces
As they spin you around the room
Can you see their puppet strings
Can you see their false laces?
I am your old memory
Standing here in the dark
Watching you as you dance by
Do you not see their tricks?
Do you not feel their mark?
They are sick with envy
At your flashy suit
Calling you towards them
Beckoning like rats
Beckoning your root
Dance to this old song
Hear it replay
Twirl your partner ‘round
Before it hits
Before the day
Dancing around
Looking well
Watching the stars
You will fall
You will sell
They are green
Hating
Watching you
Malice
Waiting
Faking
Lie
Crying
Then
Die
((Umm... I wanted to try writing something with syllable count, I think this worked. I am not so sure. I think the story/plot got lost by the end, but I tried. ^.^))
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Fascinating how you used not only verbal imagery but visual by structuring the poem to resemble a dagger.
Though it comes off as a bit rushed, I think you are talented enough to rework some of the lines to reflect a bit more poetic forethought; but I have to give it to you for creativity and content. Well done.
This reminds me a bit of Panic! At the Disco's video, I Write Sins not Tragedies and their other song. About the ballroom floor. You know the one. I also like how the poem get smaller (literally) as it nears the end.