Behind the Mask

By Clarice Von Chimo

Behind the Mask is a book of uncomplicated poems exploring the events and thoughts that truly take place behind the scenes of life; as William Shakespeare best states All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. Written simply and effortlessly, the subjects of love, death, and success are portrayed in honest ways each reader will relate to. The collection ends in an extended poem revealing how many hidden thoughts can stress a mind when the cement mask is finally peeled away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479785544

Clarice Von Chimo

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Copyright © 2013 by Clarice Von Chimo.

Library of Congress Control Number:          2013901497

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4797-8553-7

                Ebook           978-1-4797-8554-4

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Rev. date: 03/17/2016

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CONTENTS

Behind the Mask

Change

You Never Asked.

There Is Only We and They

What I Say… Is Different Than What I Think

Not Every Person Has This

Not Gone Forever…

The Pain of an Imaginary Idea

Just an Everyday Routine

Waiting for a Savior

The Universal Little Girl Dream

Open Those Eyes from the Dream

Searching for Love

Deepest, Darkest Secret

A Simple Dream

Dark Ink Inspires Dark Words

Blind Flying

Half Alive Hearts

The Simple Perspective

Life Long Game

The End of a Dream

Pain Doesn’t Care What Form it Appears In

Delusional

A Deeper Meaning Trapped in Simplicity

From Confidently Strong to Timidly Weak

Music is the Background, You are My Melody

Silent Daily Prayer

Death Might Relax Me

18

Love Me, Then Leave Me

You Look Lucky

Guardian Angel

Fighting for Friendship

Hidden from Reality

Soon the World Will Know of My Hidden Tears

Papa

First Competition

The Game of Happiness

Stormy Blues

Paranoia

Cinder and Ashes

Hell’s Pain in a Bathroom Stall; Hard to Explain It All

Bottle It Up

Sweetie

A Paper Savior

Party Therapy

A Concrete Riddle

An Abstract Riddle

Escape to Imagery

It Keeps Swirling… Swirling… Silently

Guardian Angel’s Lunch Break

From My Death—To My Life

You Underestimate Me

When the Mask is Peeled Away

For my inspiring parents, I will never stop loving and appreciating them as I learn more about them each day.

For My Jack, whom I will always be proud of—I am my brother’s keeper.

In memory of my deceased pets that hold my heart in their paws. Thanks for your holy approval by purring and laying

on every moment of my memories.

Special thanks to every person I have encountered that has made even a tiny difference in my life; you have helped

create this mysteriously complex woman behind the

disguise of simplicity.

BEHIND THE MASK

I’ve been told I write well.

I’ve been told I write shitty.

I’ve been told many true and false things about myself.

I’ve been judged by many.

We all have.

I write how I want,

With varying voices and tones.

I can use punctuation as I choose.

Sometimes I like it, sometimes it doesn’t make sense

I can write in everyday English or slang,

Rhyme or ignore the rules of beats, imagery,

Metaphors or classic style as I choose.

I write for myself.

I write for release.

I write to escape from me.

Escape the thoughts torturing my brain- good or bad.

I write to let the hidden person out.

I don’t fully control the pen,

Someone else does, deep inside.

She emerges when she wants

And speaks of things I can barely comprehend,

Things I’ve never experienced,

Things that make me fear myself and shudder inside.

Is it an overactive imagination

Or a demonic second personality?

How do I diagnose this? Does everyone have this?

She rambles on and I hold the pen tight, write,

Try to keep up with whatever that stranger dictates.

I go on with my everyday life, of course,

I mean, someone must pay the bills

And she does disappear most days.

I don’t ask to where.

But she shows her chilling face at night.

Unsettling, distressing, disturbing, depressing,

You get the idea… that kind of face to haunt you.

A foreshadowing face of the dark thoughts that she will force upon me.

At night is the only time she forces me to write for her.

Some things she says terrify me down to my core,

I wonder what influenced the thoughts and why

I am a slave to record them on paper when they aren’t mine.

Yet I’m too cowardly to ask,

And too flawed to judge her.

I have a flesh mask, you see.

This soft squishy thing called