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Becky Jo Gibson Aug 2016
Swept into a space too small to hold me.
His eyes put me there at first glance.
The containment welcome as I had to catch my breath.
Mesmerized by the shape of his features!
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams alive.
Swept into his land of him and the pleasure he gives.
Held close by his attention and sweet words.
His allure carefully crafted with his heartless soul.
Mesmerized by his amazing mouth and touch.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams desire.
Swept into his land of lies and deception.
Confusion is abound as I hit the ground.
No longer blind to his games and fake love.
Mesmerized by my inability to make truth real.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams need.
Swept into his land of pain and sorrow.
Reality is so hard to maintain in my mind.
His web woven in captivating moments.
Mesmerized by the memories of us in love.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams mine.
Swept into his land of closure.
My feelings slowly matching the reality I despise.
The need for him fills every inch of me.
Mesmerized by how weak I've become.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams player.
Swept into his land of done.
He won't give any part of him to sooth me.
Nothing he has is for me as he is over it.
Mesmerized by my lack of composure.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams deception.
Swept into my land of reality.
He is gone and I am so alone.
Cut off from the ability to find new love.
Mesmerized by my denial of his lack.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams ouch.
Becky Jo Gibson 2-26-16
justanotherfool Aug 2016
Feed me all your lies as I can bear another million in this life
And you know that I can't live anymore without your lies!

Today, You pulled me up to these skies, and told me ' You can fly '
Honey, you just made me embrace that lie
Coz', to be in your eyes, I needed to live with all your lies

But, now you tell me that I got wings, Just to throw me from these heights
You said, "I want to see you fly, fly in these skies like a kite"
"But, I know your are scared of the blue skies
that's why I brought you here at this night"

I know it's all over tonight and there will be no more days or nights
So I begged to kiss me tight, for the sake of all those nights
She said ' No time for snogs tonight, For I got someone else tonight'

'A little push is all I got for you, as there is no space here in this room for you'

I spread my hands as if it's my wings
Then I looked at the skies though I know that all I got is these grounds
Now I got that push, and there was no hush
I could hear their laughs as I reach that land
Still I can hear their laughs as I rest in this yard
I just do not like this one for some reasons. But again I am trying my luck here. All suggestions are appreciated.
ash Aug 2016
But don't tell anybody.

I asked some customers today,
How do you spell Berenstein?

I asked a co-worker today,
"Do you feel like your interpretation
of reality
Has been corrupted?"

But he didn't get it.
He said, "no, but you've definitely shaken it."

"Not today" I said.
"I mean- today, but every other day as well."

Silence.

Why doesn't anybody hear me
As well as they hear Britney?
Lacuna Jul 2016
My silence
doesn't mean fortitude
it hides weakness
behind solitude

My smiles
doesn't mean happiness
it masquerades pain
behind this face

My apathy
doesn't mean endurance
an illusion of problems
behind every assurance

My insights
doesn't mean being wise
a deception of madness
behind every eyes

For every clear picture
lies something twisted
an ironic mixture
of life that existed
Things are not what they are
possibly Jul 2016
More often than sometimes I'd like to know
how it would feel to see the world from up high.
A hot-air balloon stuck in the sky,
but not because it's broken or the wind isn't right,
but because in the sky
it is limitless; about the red skies and black lies of the realm below.
Is it a blessing or a curse,
a truth or a lie?
The sky in its deception,
the balloon flies high.
Old thoughts
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2016
Deception mistaken for protection.
 Oh so naive.
Unwittingly taking fiction as gospel, wholeheartedly, they believe.
The art of lying, simply unable to conceive.

In these formative years, all the elders did was sugarcoat.
 Upon uncovering the truth.
They realize all that they've been fed is poison, slowly, it has been secreted.
 Down their throat.
 Cruelly cheated.
The innocence of youth.
(C) 2015
R M Jun 2016
I fell for your charms
and your smile.
I tumbled head first into
your sweet words
and grey eyes.
I complimented your
sheep’s wool
and ignored your vicious fangs.
Until the claws of you were
in too deep
And the path away from you
was overgrown and dense.
I ran after you a girl
starved for love
And you saw my hunger from
a mile away.
The red of it waving-
signaling your easy prey
And you pounced.
Tore me limb from limb
and smashed all hope.
You with your cunning
were no match
And my naivety almost
ended me.
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