Lies
They seep down your throat as if a liquid
lies coil your insides strangling their innocence and youth
the pain won’t cease until you’ve admitted your fibs
and by that time the lies have already called dibs
on your heart which is forever scarred
and your gut which is to always remain empty

Hello?!
am I invisible?

Underneath your bed there was a monster
He stalked you until he was vanquished
Underneath your pillow there was a silver coin
small enough to fit comfortably in your hand

Underneath your locker there was an unknown space
a space where you kept love notes and gossip
Underneath your cap was a head of freshly cut hair
the professional kind you wear to important things

Underneath your uniform there was a soft soul
the kind that never wanted to **** but had to
Underneath her smile there was an expectant mother
To scared about you to tell you the truth

Underneath your ring was a will to fight
But a will to die was a whole other story
Underneath the wound there was no hope
But there was a recalling of all you had done

why is poison so loving?
when it knows death is my fate
the poison fulfills my pleasures
my lungs inhale and then deflate

it calms me down
but it’s just a stab in the back
that two faced poison
self control is what i lack

i fell in love with this poison
not knowing death was it’s mate
i soon came to knew death was vengeful
and i regret taking the poison on a date

you turned my insides black
i regret that we ever met
your smoke blinds me
you two faced cigarette

You thought I was weak
Ha
You thought I couldn’t handle it
Ha
You thought if you were sweet you would get somewhere
Ha
You thought that you had me all figured out
Ha
You thought I was invisible
Ha
You thought that I could never get anywhere in life
Ha
You underestimate me

I was once had pure skin the kind that all loved the feeling of
It was soft and gentle like water that runs over smooth pebbles
Time passed and wrinkles twisted and spiraled around my skin turning me old
They enveloped my face turning me ugly
The wrinkles brought bruises on even the slightest bumps
My bones lost marrow and teeth lost happiness
The wrinkles brought sickness to my lungs
I struggled to breathe and my lungs struggled to fight
Then I lost the fight with time
as we all will do
and I happily pranced into the light with my new soft skin

This is not a poem about metaphors or similes
This is not poem about sad lives and failed relationships
This is not a poem about happy times and family
This is not a poem about analogies that has a million reasons
This is not a poem about love or hate
This is not a poem about your insecurities or mine
This is not a poem about faults or regrets
This is not a poem about symbolism and ryhme
This is not a poem about strength and confidence
This is not a poem about loving yourself or having peace
This is not a poem about war or death
This is not a poem about colors or textures
This is not a poem about the little details in life
This is not even a poem
This is writers block