The Art of Subconscious Illusion is an elusive tendency towards the averse,
             or rather,
the act of lying to oneself

        Oft times you’ll find yourself wondering how...
             …how you lost her…how you lost love…

                            how you lost yourself

         Your mind a jumble of
               spiral static,
         coils of confusion, twisting malevolently,

                             failing and falling,
                   flawed and faulty,
          feeble and fading,

you slowly begin to yearn for a second chance,
        wish that you had performed more charmingly in the blistering tragedy of feelings lost...

but there are few second chances in the misfortunes of life.
      the damage is done, and now you must live with the consequences
       of a dying will to persist in this journey,
                              the ups
                                                the downs
                                the laughter
                                                        ­ the pain
after endless days of convincing yourself you’re not to blame you finally see it for what it is...
                    You made the choice
     you made your bed, and now you must lie in it…

and as you slowly make your way towards the reclining slope of the soft satin covers you’ll begin to see….

it was not a bed your actions relayed....
                                                     ­               but a coffin

alan Jun 19

There's a monster in my mind
there's an angel in my heart
and everyday they're waging wars
until I fall apart.

The monster is a thought
the angel is a hope
and I try to see that they don't collide
as it's my only way to cope.

When I say I'm fine I promise I'm not lying
because the angel in my heart
is keeping me from dying.

Ye mak a better door than a windae.
Saint Titus Jun 19

I saved you once

Implanted in my mind
Harder to find than you might admit to
The pinnacle of existence
I can see, as you can see
You're far from blind
I know you've seen my truth
Reflective persistence

I'm not trying to bug you
But I've got what you're missing
As you're fishing for something
Somewhere inside you
Take a look

I might as well be an open book
With false pretenses
Ill make amends
And tend to the gaping wounds
Limbs rotting off

The soft landing is to get sawed off
You head case
Its so cold alone
On the floor
Something new is just in store

Open up
The time is soon approaching
Dramatic I know
But either I stay, or I've got to go
I'd hate to leave you in this state
But you've got to have it some type of way

I can feel it too
Burning down the back of my throat
Gagging on reality
Mortality is such a joke
Poke the bear
To get mauled
Fallen off

...

I've still got you
The true one you
Cannot live up too

Still in my mind
Still biding my time

I'm still in here somewhere...
Tala Jun 16

Don't dare to argue with a woman's intuition!
I mean her telepathic, liar-detecting capabilities. I mean sometimes you make her feel like she is on a mission.

You come holding flowers of peace, logic and love. Ignoring that sense that doesn't have a number. From the Guts of the ocean flooding. Your crashing waves and patterns, she can smell. Even if you're thousands of miles away. Or beside her laying the hay.

Man don't you understand? Dissing a woman's intuition is forbidden! Strictly when it has to do with other. Women.

Women don't doubt your guts eh
Stu Shapiro Jun 3

She hurts me as if I were a puppet in her childhood drawer. The one with the names of boy and symbols of bands long forgotten.
She yanks on my strings attached like a noose as I dance the game of betrayal, with sensual lips she slurs;
You don’t love me.

Abused and broken, our innocent loved raped by her past.
Like all great warriors, I hope I'm falling with honour, with courage and loyalty as its inked on my back.

I fought for her with patience, that of a long novel.
She turned the page.

I loved her more than The Sea and The Sky, but she loved me more than The Moon and The Stars.

And her loving words of reassurance written while lying naked with legs apart and phone in hand. His wallet tangled in her panties, his stench seeping into her skin, his sweat weeping off the windows.  

With Tequila cracked lips, she finally replies;
and a velvet lie glides off her tongue.

alan May 31

They probably don't realize how much I care,
the pain in this life is something we share.
They probably don't realize how I hurt too,
the times I say I love them and they deny that it's true.
Is this their way of saying "stop trying"?
when it comes to love, who's the one lying?

alan May 26

He does it every day now,
and treats it like a chore.
And the pain he feels from it
leaves him wanting more.

She says that she's okay,
but then complains that you don't care.
But how can you care for something you never knew was there?

(olddddddd....)

The static in the tv
Crawls out to me
A significant black widow
Painted alive by the darkness
Black in my room
I’ve lost myself but find it again
Slump my head and watch the alarm clock glow
And count lazily way passed 4 a.m.
It’s been too long since I’ve met the dawn happily
Attempting the smile, I feel
Alike a lying man

Sounds awesome listening to Google Translate say it. You've gotta put a period at each line though otherwise it doesn't pause correctly.

Happy Friday.
Sandoval Apr 19

Your lying hazel eyes, such a hellish paradise.


And, I see my reflection in them, I can hear it scream.


It wants to be set free, but I just cant leave.


Sandoval

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