False poet

False poet Feb 2021

Mirages

"**** I'm super fat"
"But girl what happened to your body? If you had never bothered about it"
"**** look at me, well look, it doesn't matter you don't understand it anyway"
"But what are you doing?"

Look in the mirror and tell me if the eye is deceiving you
It's just a mirage that will hurt you
See your reflection in the water when you bathe
Look at your weight on the scale after one year

Fat, I know it hurts you
But the solution is not to lock yourself in the bathroom
I know what you think when you look at your reflection
But your enemy is the people, not the mirror

That complex is the object of ridicule
Sticking your fingers down your throat doesn't help
If others hurt you because you do it too
Is to agree with the dumbest in the class

They are mirages out of realism,
Fight to love yourself or you will fall into the abyss
You are the make-me laugh when you go out to a party
People watch you on the street and it bothers you

You feel ashamed and when you try on dresses you scratch yourself,
Fed up! of having to order another size
On the beach, you don't expose your body because you get depressed
You throw in the towel when you see those movie bodies

You want to lose weight at any cost
They can hear the arches through the doorway if they are silent
Your mother worries and you don't care
You feel your patience to lose weight is declining

You can't stop vomiting, you feel pretty
You see in the magazines the bodies you want and they catch you
But it's not you, it's just what you want to be
So that others show a little more interest in you

But it's that society is like that, it's sad
Don't trust your reflection or what you saw
Self-conscious, I see it in your eyes
Wanting it all, all without having to do anything

Looking for an easy way
Inside that body hides a fragile heart
I know that it is easy to say for the one who does not suffer it and the one who does not feel it
But the eye creates a mirage that lies to you

"I don't know, I think you shouldn't, there are other ways"
"Shut the **** up okay? You're not in my skin!"
Rubbing your uvula is more attractive to you
Much easier and faster than deciding
If you do diet or do sports because that's hard
And also you do not dare to bet if it is not on insurance

You just want a nice body
That they see you with different eyes and recognize your type
But the beauty is inside

Although you are not satisfied with being told that as a person you are better
You value yourself little and your self-esteem touches the ground
Fashion is the lure and you are the fish that bite the hook
Image is not everything to everyone

There are other methods to lose weight, there are other ways
You have a nickname that they do not name when you are present
You pretend you don't care what they comment
But you want to prove something that you shouldn't
But I understand your helplessness being just a girl

Boys reject me because you're not pretty
Crying days your diary tells it
A closer way than I can understand
Any of us seeing you suffer like this, they will cry

You want to be satisfied and eat and return the calories
You obsess over your body and weigh yourself every day
Every hour you feel little evolution
Your friend cries because she can't believe your situation

You do not think to stop until you are finally happy
And that your weight must be around 70 pounds
Low self-esteem and you don't feel confidence
Zero personality and that's depressing

No need to stand out aesthetically
You have always been totally dependent
Of the thought that others have towards her
Her mind is weak, she just wants to be beautiful

Every day that passes you look thinner
You still look the same even though you are worse off
Your friend advised you and you didn't want to listen to her
You order little food and leave more than half now

You weigh 60 pounds and you still look fat
But it's not the mirror, it's your mind that warps
The one that gives shape to that false image you see
Mirages is what your mind wants to believe

Who decides and who gives meaning to the perfect
If being superficial for me is just another flaw
The imperfect human being
The machine that will destroy this world with its own hands

False poet Feb 2021

The closet monster

Believe me, if I say that it hurts to look in the mirror and not recognize yourself
Believe me, if I say it hurts to look at it from afar, and see how everything goes wrong
Believe me, if I say that it hurts to leave your skin, and feel that something dies
Believe me, if I tremble, believe me, if I shut up, let me burn and believe my faults

Let out the rage that I have stored since I was a child
Let me cry and tear my inner world into pieces looking for love
Look for a memory lost in the mind of which you do not remember having lived it
And you will only find a half-broken clock from so much going back to see oblivion

Tell my four walls that I no longer fear the closet monster
That I only need to go four steps to contemplate another monster daily
Tell my four walls that they are not as big as expected
Outside you find any problems, you see how they begin, and not how they end

Tell your sleeping chest to take courage, and beat harder
That sometimes a sigh can **** you instead of death
And I don't know how many times I said it, I don't know how many times I have left
I don't know how many times I pretended to be a being that for being what it is, never threw everything out

Do you feel that time stops and you hear yourself thinking? You've got it
You're talking to your other half that you never want to have met
I know it seems incredible that at this moment, silence is torturing you
And it may be the punishment we deserve for not knowing how to appreciate it

Don't ask me, I don't understand. Now I'm the ******* who prays
I am the deluded one who looks up at the sky thinking that feats might happen
I look for the perfect excuse to smile when surrounded by people
And I don't have the courage to assume the truth instead of judging and denying the obvious

Get inside, I'll open the door for you. It's my head, forgive the mess
You make yourself comfortable while you see how I can not find something that comforts
Sit down and have something, that while I will lose the north
Knowing that watching life go by, I found my place, but never a support

Hey be strong, today you are not alone. Today you are against all your buts
You know you've always been able to escape against all odds
Remember that one day you swore that one day you would be unforgettable for the whole world
And the passage of time has helped you see that the little indelible that exists is fear

Fear of falling, fear of losing, fear of moving forward to go back
Afraid to feel brave, act hot, and ***** it up again
Fear of forgetting how to take care of yourself, of not feeling you anymore, of seeing you and leaving you
Get off the train you managed to catch, thinking that that train was going nowhere

And I know it's fun to see me pour myself, I feel this fear, and you will keep laughing watching me
Making me feel like my escape is always slipping away, and you keep ruining me
Making my life miserable, trying your best to hurt me
Making me throw away the effortless effort of a lifetime

I know that this is not life, and that life is leaving me,
If I keep waiting for something that won't come
If I stay still, it will be impossible to move forward
I know I have to loosen the rope behind me

I know you have to live, and this is the life they give you
If you waste this one, you won't have anymore.
Never be afraid if you don't know where you are.
You just run, and never look back

Let out the anger that I have stored since I was a child.
Tell my four walls that I no longer fear the closet monster
Do you feel that time stops and you hear yourself thinking? You've got it
Tell your sleeping chest to take courage, and beat harder

Tell my four walls that they are not as big as expected
And I don't have the courage to assume the truth instead of judging and denying the obvious
Tell the closet monster that I'm tired of hearing his ****
That I am already clear who my enemy is, and I am also clear that I know how to stop

False poet Jan 2021

The Devil Tells His Story

(This poem is directed to an specific public ATHEISTS, I may ask you not to take it really serious)

Today I will be the voice of the devil and he will tell his stories
And even if I don't want to, it's in my body
He lives confusing the people I meet
Saying that God does not exist or that he is violent

What's up to everyone, I'm Lucifer, I introduce myself
I come from the deepest and in hell I find myself
Today I come to clarify things, such as the why of this pit
Because they say I **** people when I am not violent

It all started with that god-emperor
That proclaims equality but was always a dictator
I saw that my brothers did not know what God was like
Who gave them candy with stunned filling

I pretended that I ate them because I knew what God was like
He was like a coin, with two faces and one taste
Then I started to question him, but he never answered
God denied me the answers and called me a sinner

I started gathering my people like a thinker does
And with a flow of words, I explained God's plan
They did not believe, they did not listen, they did not understand this voice
They accused me, sentenced me, and here God has sent me

When Adam and Eve arrived in paradise
Like the PlayStation snake, I slid across the floor
I went unnoticed, or that God wanted it that way

I warned the guys that God didn't want clever
He just wanted obedience, more like a slave deal
The first troll in history, putting up an "evil" tree
Although it really wasn't that bad, just a tree in disguise
Well, it gave knowledge of good and evil, oh how bad

Today I will be the voice of the devil and he will tell his stories
And even if I don't want to, it's in my body
Live confusing the people I meet
Saying that God does not exist or that he is violent

Follow me in the story
Adam and Eve were not bad, for God to know is bad
And when they found out what was good and what was bad
God seeing himself betrayed because he had to expel them

Merciful God? Savior from sin?
If you have condemned the world for discovering your deceptions
They only ate the fruit and the punishment is to expel them
But not only them but all humans

Then they blame me that I was always the bad guy
I have not killed a human, genocides I have not commanded
I have never ordered floods nor a ****** have I touched
I haven't even tempted you to commit sins

I'm just what I've been all along
The first free thinker, but very few know that
I've always been underestimated and treated like a big fool
When I've only questioned and doing so came at a great price

I live locked in my cage, I do not punish or anything
I don't run hell, I don't buy used souls
When I watch an exorcism I just laugh out loud
Well if I had demons they wouldn't do any tricks

I don't live in disguise, I won't lie and I never cheat
I don't discriminate against people, even though I've never been a human
Africa's children die, but not because they are bad
But because God doesn't give a **** about humans ...

Today I will be the voice of the devil and he will tell his stories
And even if I don't want to, it's in my body
Live confusing the people I meet
Saying that God does not exist or that he is violent

False poet Jan 2021

Let me tell you a story

Her name is Elizabeth she learned early and the hard way
That love does not exist much less fairy tales
She fell in love with a braggart who promised her eternal love
He got her pregnant and left and heaven is already hell

His father disagrees with that ******* baby
You abort or you leave, then it was heard an "I'll leave!"
Seven years have passed since that last night
Since a girl was born in the back seat of a car

Later, Elizabeth meets Carlos
She supposed an angel came down to save them
What a perception, an angel? I really don't know
She was not so wrong because Lucifer was too

Where does he get money from? She wondered
Doubts flooded her but she was always silent
Until one day Carlos arrives drunk and begins to beat her
He subdues her and rapes her and the devil begins to dance

"Do whatever you want to me but, don't touch my daughter"
The girl says: "leave mommy", cries and begs him
As blind with lust he pounced on her
But Elizabeth does not think and a bottle bursts

Over and over and cuts his throat
Leaves the body lifeless and covers it with a blanket
She gets in the car and accelerates, all that pressure can't hold
Escape the place while the sirens sing

Let me tell you a story
Of those that there is no happy ending
Of those that are marked in time
That leave a scar

His name is Octavio and he is dedicated to stealing
He started as a child and did not know where he was going to end
And it was easy to steal from classmates
From there he went on to steal grandfather's money

There were sequels, sometimes they got him
But the tutelary was a school of tricks that they taught him
Houdini would appreciate his ability to escape
They say they saw him, "I don't know where, but he was going to another place"

Already 25 stripes have the tiger marked
He is dedicated to stealing, that he pays his life is in danger
Plan a big robbery, it's him and his friend the skinny one
Simple **** two guards and voila, money to the bag

The day of and the hour finds and it is time to act
His skinny friend does not answer and begins to despair
To sweat and to think and in his head the tic tac
"What the hell I am doing it alone!" and the click-clack gun

He walks into the bank, shoots the first guard in the rib
While another from behind shoots him in the knee
He manages to come out bleeding, gets in the car, and can't stand it anymore
Escape the place while the sirens sing

Let me tell you a story
Of those that there is no happy ending
Those that are marked in time
That leave a scar

The third story stars Vladimir
Long ago he lost the will to live
In an accident, he lost his wife and daughter
He did not find the culprit, he fled like a vermin

And he has been thinking about it for a long time, he no longer wants to live
If they are gone, what case will tomorrow have?
He pulls out a gun and puts it to his throat
Finger on the trigger, all that pressure won't hold

Right behind he looks there is an accident
There is smoke and crystals, he watches a crowd of people
From one of the cars, Elizabeth comes down bleeding
Carrying a girl, asking for help, she's crying

Desperate he wants to act to help
But it's too late the girl stops breathing
Octavio gets out of the other car bleeding
With a gun, everyone is aiming

Vladimir remembers that *******
He draws his pistol and with hatred and rage he points it
He also points it out and the story will end
But this time the sirens are not the ones to sing

Let me tell you a story
You put a happy ending to it

Let me know what is your happy ending :)

False poet Jan 2021

Prisoner of Solitude

I look out my window
and time stops,
but a wall separates me from you that doesn't even speak to me
God never helped me to overcome the altercations,
showed that there is no one superior to my side

Fear grows like hopelessness
I take steps back as everyone else advances
and I don't know why it might be that I fell apart
from a society so unfair that it has me trapped
in a jail, cornered in a corner
with paper bars that watch me like in a showcase

And I can't see the sky from here
I want to be happy without suffering another day until the end comes
without shedding a single tear,
tell each experience to my pages
Imagine you, me, and nobody else

And the thing is, the sea calms me down,
my soul rests in peace as my pain heals
at once
I see beyond what my eyes see
alone, I feel and I no longer control nor cry

I look out my window is walled up by bars,
I see the horizon and how my dreams go away,
my heart beats to convey its complaints,
my cage, the loneliness I feel my soul getting old

I shine but the sun became cloudy,
and they say that it is better alone than in bad company,
I just know that everything changes over time,
will it be maturity or not knowing how to take advantage of every moment

And I look at the horizon and there is nothing,
every word that your heart expresses today nothing,
and it drowns hits bottom, everything today passes fast
my pale face stayed and I wonder why

It is a punishment, I live because I continue
and if I continue it is because of you,
I am a prisoner of my freedom
I find it hard to smile
if someone listens to me...
answer me with a letter,
aloud

I don't care if I have nothing
If I never miss you
Not with emptiness and loneliness
Not even the strongest liquor
can make me stop thinking about that
So many things that I don't even know
maybe I don't know,
I am a full-time dreamer
that contemplates on the horizon...

I wonder the what, the who, the when
the why and where
Alone, to be alone in this life
Is it a gift, or a punishment?

My destiny, let me decide
I admit it, I am afraid sometimes
Ask God for me to die, you pray to him
I feel with my soul chained,
like a prisoner in a cage,
counting the hours wasted

I look out my window is walled up by bars,
I see the horizon and how my dreams go away,
my heart beats to convey your complaints,
my cage, the loneliness I feel my soul getting old
And I screamed but I lifted a huge weight that made me crawl and pity

I was drawing your gaze on a piece of paper and it no longer told me anything.
I never believed in fairies again since then, nobody knows me
I hide in shadows at night

And it is that if you shake your hand they grab your whole arm
That is why I select with caution who I want
But more than one has failed me, more than one has disappointed me
More than one are those who have been separated from my life even if it cost me
I had nightmares before I went to bed

Strange things happened to me and they all came suddenly
They were all fitted, the grated ones I endured
Just without getting into my problems, I don't want to make you feel sorry
Nor make you carry my sentence

I just know that he never fell for the unfair
That's why sometimes I can seem a bit brusque
I am looking for a future in which there is no need to mistrust
That my intimacy not only exists in this loneliness

But I'm autistic, pessimistic with no aim
If I were weaker I would swell with antidepressants.
I live my sorrows in silence if something I learned from life is that everything has a price

False poet Jan 2021

Hypocrite world

If someone ever tells you
That he has never been a hypocrite in his life
There are two options: Either he is lying to you
Or really not a human

But for those who are human
I live on a planet called earth
With animals and people, we say we think
We scream we want peace with a gun behind
And what we say does not show the reality

Many claim equality always, but never
They dare to cut the roots of selfishness without further ado
In Korea they exclaim socialism, materialism is wrong
While covering their eyes with Ray-Ban lenses

People blame GMOs for cancer and more
That what is healthy and nutritious is of natural origin
And I know a thousand years ago everything was natural
And the average life was 30 years, no more

With abracadabra, they want to heal them
With strange rituals, words, and more
They say the pharmaceutical companies want to steal
But they take pills just in case

Hypocrites, hypocrites
When they don't do what they say to others
Their face is disguise, they won't admit it
They are hypocrites, hypocritical world

Hypocrites, hypocrites
Mirrors never reflect your truth
Their face is disguise, they won't admit it
They are hypocrites, hypocritical world

Christmas is coming, the night of love and peace
They say celebrating Jesus is the most
Important in the world that day nothing more
But we all know it's your Xbox one

It is your gift and you know it very well
You seem strange to relatives
But you really hope they do too
Give you a gift, maybe two or three

You always knew
And despite it you never admitted it
You pretended you didn't know what you thought what you saw
That Christmas is ratatouille, gifts and some jokes

But what difference does it make?
Lie after lie, it's already done something familiar
They say it's better to give than to receive, but they don't give
They complain if in their country they celebrate Halloween
Arguing is foreign and they forget Christmas

Hypocrites
When they don't do what they say to others
Their face is disguise, they won't admit it
They are hypocrites, hypocritical world

This world is sick and every day is a little more
Crazy people are always lying, but it's to hallucinate
Although they think they are always telling everyone the truth
While normal people lie and lie a lot without stopping

And now that I think about it, this world is subnormal
Well, the normal thing is the lie and it is rare, to tell the truth
The United States advocates being the land of the free
While they lock up immigrants for not being from that place
They call themselves ''America'' you are not a continent you are only one more country like all

And where is Mexico? Is it lagging? No
You can express what you please to the government
But don't be surprised if they shoot or kidnap you
The police, because you say what you think in your town

Can not be,
That life is a lie with makeup
Because they disguise the truths that do not give pleasure
The reality not even with sugar becomes sweet

I can not stop
I can not wait,
To shoot these words without offending more
People because the world is a great hypocrite

I know that my poems are not for any age
It is for those who see the world with reality glasses
It's for those who prefers to be real
For anyone open to listen

Because an open mind is always listening nonstop
While orthodox minds are locked in their truth
They proclaim they have the truth and repudiate vanity
While their words emanate pride instead of humility

They criticize television stations because they have control
Well they hate everything they transmit, for example, the telethon
For the fact that they make money in exchange for some emotion
But anger is forgotten if they broadcast football

False poet Jan 2021

Ghost in Love

Centuries ago I forgot my age
The years do not pass in infinity
If I have closed it in the same place
Time doesn't pass and it doesn't hurt anymore

There is no wind blowing in the afterlife
Days do not pass anymore, there is no end
I have no choice but to wait for you to get here

Welcome to the place this is my home from here you will not leave
I feel the wind fly if you are not there; what difference does it make
Every day I see you go by and I do not accept this reality
The immensity of not resting in peace separates us

It hurts me more every day to see you grow old
If there were the means I would tell you why
How difficult it is to be without you being able to see me
I hate having to watch you perish

Welcome to the place, this is my home, you won't leave here
I feel the time fly, if you are not there, all that matters