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One and Only Jan 2015
My daily facade is growing old,
But my spirit must not show it.
Weakness only attracts them more,
Indifference repels it.

They are the hyenas,
In my kingdom of prey.
One false move I die,
One false move they say.

I've built up my walls,
I've put on my armor.
But it only does little,
To cease all the clamor.

The truth is I'm scared,
But not eager to say so.
Now keep your distance,
Before you're 6ft below.
Yes, so I've had a partially good day and the other parts were super annoying and soon yeah, I've come up with that.
Jake Griffith Jan 2015
Broken anchors can’t drown
The secrets you keep above.
The calm horizons are just a façade;
What lies beneath
Is an infinite abyss
Filled to the brim,
Overflowing with tainted thoughts
A heart’s meandering beat
Is nothing more than an apparatus
To keep the hasty currents flowing,
And the treacherous waves crashing.
Deenah Jan 2015
I opened up my eyes to the morning
Sunshine, as it blazed through the
Window panes. Basking in a moments surprise.
As though suddenly, the world had changed.
Darkness filtered with the sunlight's rays.
Everything glittered in the sparkling terrain-
like fairy dust had been sprinkled when at night
we lay. But as movement prevailed my body
the glint in the shine did fade.
As though all along I had been staring
At a facade. Untruth in the form of truth was it
Masked. Likewise the hatred could fool the eye
With smiles of laughter and packs of lies.
So was this life? Every morning was a lie to the night,
Hiding in the darkness, hoping to survive?
Or was it just me? Maybe my mind? Running in
Overdrive of hurt and confusion- longing for the past in which,
In which my soul was my solution.
Ever wondered what kind of world we live in? And our greater purpose of existence?
Pdub Dec 2014
Like a mirage
You enticed me in,
I kept my distance at first
But like always, you win

It wasn't until I was exhausted
Of chasing your mirage
That I opened my eyes wide
And saw nothing but a façade

The triviality of it all
Isn't what I'm chasing after
Because in order to create a mirage
You have to be seeking an answer
aar505n Dec 2014
You wore a Rolex watch
which was fake
and didn't even tell the time.

I know that isn't a crime.
Nor is buying complex coffees
but it did perplex me.

I ignore this, naturally.
But before the finale,
before you forsaked me
into the Vally of the Dead
where few did tread.
I saw the cracks.

I saw you slack and caught a glimpse
behind that facade, behind the blinks
to see that you were flawed, just like me

Still, I ignored this.
I didn't take you serious,
blind to your spurious nature.
Nothing more than specious appearance.

It wasns't till the Persecco
that I felt your echo.
And it all came pouring out,
All the more doubt than before.

Adore turns to abhor too soon for my liking.
I can't stop you if you're a quitter.
Just like I can't stop the bitter memories,
flitter by my mind.
I'm not sure
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Third in my series of lies...
      Self Explanatory.....
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Amitav Radiance Nov 2014
The worst form of love
which loves with cautioned heart
building defenses against the feelings
to freely explore the depths
a machiavellian mind devises plans
sinister enough to stab love
behind the smiling façade
lies the most dangerous intent
dull-eyed mortal Oct 2014
How ordinary they seem
these dull-eyed cattle
not a spark
nor a glimmer
of intelligence
-is there more to life?
they wonder
the answer was right there
in front
of their small beady eyes
eyes that could not
see beyond the
mundane world
they chose to
inhabit
to pollute
-is there something wrong?
they ask.
they think they are so
caring, smart,

suprerior.

But they're not.
They put on an air of menace
a facade of what
they are not
they think they can
fool anyone
anything
but let me tell you
you are never
going to be
what you think of
your filthy selves

I am ashamed to be human.
Drake Brayer Oct 2014
Deceit, my throne
Agony, my crown
Within an ocean of tears, the silent man drowns
Pain so clear, across this grim façade
Life serene, cut so close, by this paper god
This seed of market and stock, supply and demand
The story of capitalism written by greed’s melancholy hand
A story so sad, imbued with regret
Consumerism the tragedy- heresy is debt
Marolle Oct 2014
I may* have put up a happy surface
but* my soul is not happy
I may have put up a joyful face
but I am not enjoying any of it
I may always seem fine
but inside it is all poles apart
I have lied to myself
but I am not any more
I used to think I was happy
but now I know I am not

*(Marolle)
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