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Marla 2d
Beware of forgotten pasts
that hide behind shallow masks.
Their masquerade is a treacherous game
meant to strip you of any and all chance.
A friend, a foe, a vision of lies;
give them your fortune
and see where they lie.
Et tu, Brute?
Suhayb 2d
I think I die every Thursday
That’s when everything changes
Everything and nothing
Just little things
The computer corrects a word I've typed
A million times
To a spelling I've never seen before
Frantic searching through dictionaries betrays me
You idiot, it was always spelled this way
It must have been
But then Thursday rolls around again
A rebirth into a new world
Where the minutes seem longer
The hours shorter
Did people always pause for this long between words?
Did their eyes always linger on yours
A little too long
A little too knowingly
The breaking headline news of Wednesday
A mere nothing by Thursday
No trace of the story
Why is no one wearing a coat?
Or holding an umbrella
It’s pouring outside
But the rain is muted
Even with the window open
Each drop is a lie
No I never missed your call
You never called me
No I wasn't at that party
What are you talking about?
Their confusion is an act
A deception
People are staring
I can feel it
My coffee becomes cold in seconds
All my furniture has been moved around
These teeth don't feel real
My reflection is too early
My shadow too late
My children are too quiet
My wife too loud

The sky is falling down
I swear it is
Just look
How can you not see this
You must be mad
Or is that me
The feel of cool metal on my temple
I know I put a bullet in this chamber
But I’ve fired six times to no avail
She’s screaming at me now
No honey I'm not crazy
Just look outside
We’re all done for anyway
The sky is falling down
And no one cares
The sky is falling down honey
The sky is falling down

She clasps my face in her hands
And in a tense breath of desperation

No its not.
Everything is fine.

I gasp in shock
While she tries to reassure me
Her eyes give away

She knows.
Em MacKenzie Oct 3
Seems I like dark deception
and the odd manipulative game,
I question quality of reflection
as each shares the same.
And it seemed like love
until I’ve finally had enough.

I tie up my own two feet
and put my hands straight to shackle,
and while the imprisonment is sweet
there’s too much bitterness to tackle.
And it seemed like love
until the rose tint got scuffed.

She shook the flowers from her hair
and my fingers were cut from the thorns of the tangles.
I thought there were a million clear signs there
I took the time to find each direction, possibilities and angles.
Did I demonize a saint?
or did I give a monster wings?
The image is up for perception, not the paint,
and the same song is different depending on who sings.

Seems I attract words of blades
and metaphorical slaps in the face,
deciphering shadows into different shades
and ranking them last to first place.
And I wanted it to be love,
but it was lower when I thought it above.

I see false inflated importance
or I see nothing at all.
With black and white I took a grey stance,
but my planted feet kept me from standing tall.
An empty home with a closing wall.

Seems I like dark deception
and the odd manipulative game,
I convince myself it’s forms of affection,
so it’s only I to blame.
And it seemed like love,
but I chose the noose instead of my glove.
copykitten Sep 27
Putting my hands over my ears
Intent on blocking the world's clamour
Once again alone with you
In this darkness of the voice within
Your sweet existence in my head
Saying 'I love you'
Caressing my name
Singing songs I'll never forget
For once, I just want to get lost
Carried away by things that don't exist
Forever walking in a dreamlike trance
Hand in hand with you
To this fabricated reality of our joint souls
Hallucinations, are you?
Marcella Faye Sep 21
I feel so foolish
When my eyes see
The truth,
But still, love hearing
The lies that you speak
Like it's comforting words
To listen to
As I sleep, 
Almost feels like
A lullaby with
A wolf bearing out
Its teeth.
EmilyBatdorf Sep 17
Take away my pain, peel back the layers
of aged, crumbling paint.
I’m not in the wrong here, but my heart cries
tears and shreds itself up,
a bomb I never thought active.
Take away my pain,
your love was my warmth, my haven of light,
but now the shadows creep in
and the rocks pull me down.
Take away my pain, that of my naïve heart,
the one that loved you unflinchingly
and is taught to love you still.
Take away my pain,
you made the choice, wavered in love,
take my pain and give it
to the ***** in your bed.
Mitch Prax Sep 10
How am I
supposed to believe you
when all of your sweet
but empty words
and promises smell of
someone else’s name?
Marco Carlos Aug 23
Who is who?
Is he, he?
Is she, she?
Who is false?
Who is true?

They are not themselves,
They are others,
to their own.
Who are they really?

If you are one of them?
Then who are you?
If you are not truly yourself?
A mere shell pretending.
An impersonator of who
You once were.
Self deceit is the worse kind of addiction...
Be as true to yourself as possible

...Break free
If you can’t truthfully analyze your self then how do you get better?
Marcella Faye Aug 11
I didn't fall
Into the steps
To cover the truth
In sugar,
And for what the bitterness
It holds
And wicked intentions
That folds, because of
The linger taste
Will not flush,
But holds,
Until time will find
It ways to unleash
The bitterness of salt.
Why sugarcoating the truth in lies,
When it reveals itself in time?
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