Ringing in my ears your voice,
deep, as an underlying tone
in my favorite song.

The note you have hit perfectly,
as you sway by the music you have mastered
is shattering, in an ethereal habitude.

A second of mutual sight full of emotions
we haven’t yet discovered,
we grew scared, cowered away.

As the rays of endings dawn upon us,
we realize the truth of our false inquisitions.

— j.c

Interlaced within the legitimacy
of a vessel whispering
                        logical truths.

For knowledge of fatalism
        shows me that false words
collected ignorance.
            Where open eyes see the
  truths hidden before our eyes.

Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
Do you ever say the truth, Ben?
One of these days, you'll be your own demise
You've got to square up, man
I'm forgiving, I don't strike the iron easy
But your constant stream of lies, now and then
It impacts me, it makes me think about who you are to me
You're a horrible person, Ben.
You're full of yourself, you're a liar, you're egoistic
You've never given me anything worthy of my time
I wouldn't ever call you my friend, Ben.
Yet you seem to cling to me, like a fly to a box of ****
I call myself bad names often, but compared to you?
I'm truly a heart of gold, Ben.

One small sign was all it took.

I'm back where I started.

With false hopes that he still cares.

Maybe he hasn't let me go either?

Painting pictures in my head that I know he'll burn without hesitation.

Once again I'll be watching my dreams with him turn into ashes.

Foolish, faulty
         feathers of quill
                                     Create
         Dizzy, drunk,
                  doodles on paper
        
                                            Drizzling
               Intense, irreversible
                                                Ink
                                                        Spilling
                          Curious, chaotic
                                            chemical imbalances  
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if there
has to be named,
one thing i like is
sincerity.
the way the ocean
is unabashed
in loving the land,
waves kissing shores fierce;
the way the sky
cries and shouts
in his misery;
the honest way
facts stay true:
water flows always down,
freezes always ice,
dies always unseen.
if there is anything
whose taste i adore,
it's sincerity as
my stone heart offers
no empathy, as
news break hearts
and not all souls weeped.
if there
has to be named,
one thing i like is mystery.
it is in the way fire licks
and flickers and burns and
playing is a bet
of safety and danger,
how the weather roars
or settles calm as dead;
unpredictable.
it is how my lips
are pressed tight
against each other
and my heart a windowless,
doorless house.
mystery in the way we smile
behind frowns or cry
behind laughter.
if there's anything
whose taste i adore,
it's the mystery
i subjected on you:
is this heart cruel
or kind?

I held the whip.
I smiled upon my prey
Chained in front of me
Grieving
Crying
Wishing I did not exist
Whipping them mercilessly
With lies
Empty promises
Manipulation.
It was fun in the past

I see my errors
The poor people i have hurt
Staring upon myself
Seeing only scars that i left others
Wishing I could simply turn the world around

Now the time has come
Chained to the ground
Whipped
Whipped
Beaten mercilessly
With a whip crafted of false love
Held by my "true love"

Blinded by "true love"
Pain never entered my mind
But it cannot deceive my eye.
Chained, I will find my way
To escape these shackles
My "true love" will not hold me in the abuse of false love.