Syl's Junk

Well, I don't write poetry too terribly often, but I have one or two that I like somewhat.

So yeah.

Warning now, I don't think any of my halfway-decent poems are happy. I never write when I'm in a good mood, so . . .

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This one's called "The World's Greatest Artist." I wrote it when life was pretty much upside-down and I had some really good inspiration from thinking of one or two random lines. Probably the best stab at poetry I've ever had.

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I am the world's greatest artist,
And that you cannot deny.
I am the world's greatest artist,
If you wish, I'll tell you why.
I make people see things that aren't really there
Using my mastery of illusions.
I know all the right techniques to make you think
My works are not just delusions.
My canvas is myself,
My emotion, and my well-being.
My crafts are my appearances
So that depression is not what you're seeing.
I carve a mask of stolid sternness
Making you think I care not.
Whenever I can, I paint a false smile
Because my happiness is what you've all sought.
My pencils draw a scene of contentment
On a paper wrought of my fears,
While my eraser expertly hides away
All my despondent frowns and tears.
With an added detail or two
In the form of cloth beautifully sewn,
Long sleeves and modest clothing
Hide scars that you'll never be shown.
So before you make more assumptions,
Thinking you truly know me,
Remember I'm the world's greatest artist
And you know only what I want you to see.

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And this one I wrote during an old roleplay (that I miss so, so much). Somewhat self-explanatory but I like explaining; written from the point of view of a girl who wants to be with the one she loves, but he keeps pushing her away because she gets hurt because of him.

I'm not too sure how much I like this one, but . . . it's better than the other crap I have in my old poetry folder. Probably too repetitive for its own good, but oh well. Called "I Don't See It."

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I like the first one a lot. A lot. I've read it over a few times now. I especially love the last line - its kind of like a smack in the face. An artistic smack in the face.
I can kind of relate to the second one though. lol. And I love the use of repetition that you altered in the last line. Well done.

Heh, only just now noticed a comment. *lolobliviousness*

But thank you. :3 Everyone who's read my poetry thinks the first one's the best, and I do like it the most, though I've never heard "artistic smack in the face" used as a comment before.

And on the second, I'm glad someone thinks the repetition worked out. I was afraid it would drag on and not be interesting.