We all thought the same
She cut the rope we were balancing on
But you wanna keep your slate clean
So she was just a bad dream to be forgotten

You lie to yourself to be loved
Threw us under the bus and took your crown
Created a false article that told a biased story

Then published it...

We’re the blood thirsty reptilians now!
The drama seeking horror queens
The tables have turned
The fable turned to be true
A lesson is to be learnt.
Don’t trust the mouth of an unmasked joker
It doesn’t matter how much they shed their unequivocal truths
There are still darker hidden layers of secrets...
Secrets locked in an overloading box ready to busticate

Stay away...

You’re the poison that can’t be reckoned with.

Just remember!

While the vultures scavenge for fictious answers
The eagles laugh and over rule moronic actions.

               - Madeleine.Barnham

I burnt my tongue a week ago--
Too much of scalding coffee and lies [on your part],
But I swallowed it with a couple of anti-depressants
I have forgotten how creamy, toffee powdered mocha tastes like and your lips,
They used to taste like macchiato, as time passed by,
                                                                ­         Maple leaves drizzled autumn, burst into slashing icy winter,
Your lips started tasting like black coffee, like tar, most of the days it’s only a figure of speech,
Warning sign blinking all day long in my head, when I can’t hold it in my fingers,
When it’s escaping out of my grasp, ready to run, making space for the sugary vanilla layer
But then there are days, when you find your way back underneath my sheets,
My duvet, the only witness, sadly silent all too similar to my will power screaming inside my head,
And here are you fictious sentences, framed with such precise,
Knocking down all the walls I tried to built, leading to defeat,
                                                                ­                     Holding me chained like a slave.
All my fury fueled sentences burn like fire, vengeful riff of an electric guitar within my mind,
When your fingers encircle me, rough nibs of your lips on the nape of neck, palm tracing lies on my tailbone
All the fire drowns in crafted lies, ashes of my dignity scattered, a bleak watered down-
                                                           ­                    Note of a single string as the soundtrack of my misery.
I burnt my tongue last night--
Too much of your blazing skin and lies but I spitted it all out,
This brittle heart not so brittle anymore heated at 1,300*c, on the kiln again and again-
                                                          ­                                                   To form an everlasting nature.
Arteries have clotted, hatred burning bright within, lungs suffocating starving for oxygen and blood,
Like the dragon breathes fire, I’ll breathe out the scathing curses; and leave with my dignity intact
Barely responding to all your shameless deeds.

Alone I am,
With my burdens of sorrow,
With a past not to cherish much,
And not much hope for tomorrow.

When the people surrounding me
are so evil,ruthless and stone-hearted,
Unfair is this world,
Injustice being done at everybody's cannival.

I feel pity for the heart,
A poor heart in disgrace,
So vulnerable to the torments of words,
In so fictious a world,it tries to make some space.

Alas! everytime it fails,
And tears which stream down in solitude
Are nothing but a few futile drops of water.
It is the lack of the little love that makes a heart destitude.

Feo

I hope this is revolting
I hope this is annoying
I hope this makes you turn up your nose
Oh reader.
I hope this is befuddled
And confusing and
All about losing
I hope this poem isn't
Rhythmically sound
Nor inspired
Not even slightly profound

This poem is reflecting
This poem is describing
This poem is actually what you see on the news
Oh reader.
This is unfair
And enslaving
Endless line of waiting
And this poem is
The non-fictious reality
Heavy with gravity.
Let that sink in,
Oh reader.

Feo means ugly

futile, feeble, fictious

fastidious, frugal, finicky

fidelity, faith, firmness

fragile, fleeting, frail,

whirlwinds dust ashes
it wanders and follows your every step
your hair turns into moss, your fingertips connect with your accomplice
someday you will have to saw them in two
I wonder if your laugh will be the same once its your fingers under the blade
you’re turning bald and your nose is merely a button
can you smell the stench you create every time you lower your lip?
do you see the trail of destruction?

your bed is a coffin
your heart is non-existent
it’s a shame your teeth don’t even match the vision
your eyes aren’t rubies and your gums aren’t ******
glory is fictious, horns are the dream
not even that is what it may seem
for your head is a block of dirt and your thoughts are deflated
perhaps the worms came and ate them
perhaps they feast on you the same way you feast on me

except you don’t
the feast is your imagination
your perception is pitiful
you are forever insubstantial

Disguises are designed for disillusion and distrust
Designated to dilute deprive and divide

A disguise is simply someone trying to hide behind a facade
A fake fictious False persona
One which they wish will win you over

Don't you see the disguise
Of those who wish for your demise
How are you unwise
To where the truth lyes
Beneath the hidden lies
Spoken through soft eyes
Focus your mind
In order not to be left behind
Understand the fine line
Between rise and decline
See people can paint a picture of themselves
Where they can be anybody else
A peaceful person concerned for
The worries of the world
When in reality their only concern is themselves
In order for you to excel
In a self orientated world
You must focus on your self
to distinguish yourself
From everybody else
Self preservation
Self determination
Self development
Self assessment
Make margins and merit matter
For you to be
Spirtually
Financial
Mentally
And Physically better off

So don't disguise, despise or dislike
All are negative which narrows life

Rather live learn love
For these will help you be pleased in the eyes of the one above
To be happy and adamant down the line
And to be at peace
Within your own mind
You must understand the meaning of life

Life is a test
From birth to death
Not guessing what comes next
To trusting the most high to take care of the rest
While most are stressed
Some are blessed for
Each step leads closer to the only promise in life

Death

We are all born to die
Death has no disguise