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I have been battling insecurity
Just to make sure you stay with me
It all just sounds like insanity
But it's all just to keep it "we"

I remember the day we all became one
The day I got accepted into your clan
Each day was filled with glee
It was the happiest I can be

Seeing us in the picture
Lost pieces of the puzzle
now scattered around the floor
No one dares to move
I don't know anymore

How long will we stay like a mishap?
How long will we misunderstand?
How long will we stay numb?
How long?

I don't wanna know how long...
but please don't make it so long...
:'(
Denel Kessler Nov 2015
Each curl of conversation
stills my tongue, half-sentences
stranded in the mire
of biting reason

words silently form
protests, defenses
reasons and intentions

worthless to ears already fed
with the insistent conundrum
accompanying every attempt
at reconciliation.
wes parham Oct 2015
We took a drive. I had things to say.
My heart was aching, shattered.
I rehearsed the words throughout the day,
Believing that it mattered.

I met you then but I only saw,
The mask you chose to show.
If you were suffering underneath,
Then how was I to know?

I said,
" Your grey facade hides worlds so vast,
Naked flesh of fruit, beneath the rind.
Your future's informed by its turbulent past,
Full understanding; when you look behind."

You said,
" You try too hard, you think too much.
You never live for now.
Wrapping words around the wrong ideas,
You miss the point somehow."
"Stuck in place, because it's safe,
You're too afraid to grow.
If you had begun to change your fate,
Then how was I to know?"

You saw me within a grey facade.
I saw you within a grey facade.

We could not say more, it seemed sufficient,
That love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is ignoring all that came before,
Loving only the moment.
That coin of the realm: elusive, bright.
Your grey facade hides
Such a beautiful light.
Love has many names.
Call any one aloud and I will answer.
I will come.
You will see.
You'll see me clearly, even behind this grey facade.
I took on a second spoken word collaboration with a composer in the Netherlands I met through SoundCloud.com.  The track was titled "Grey Facades" and, so, I gravitated toward this theme...  exploring the differences between our outer, public personae and our inner, personal lives. In this case, the mask is harsh but conceals kindness and life.  The speaker, themself, seems to have a thin mask and an analytical nature.  They wear their beauty and darkness right on their sleeve but still remain obscured in other ways.

This is a collage of stanzas written independently over many months, but tending to relate to the one theme.  When I simply stacked them up and read them, cold, against the track, most of it's parts just clicked right with the changes.  I was surprised and really like how it's going.  Will post the final mix when it's done.
Update:   A final mix now exists..  Give a listen:
https://soundcloud.com/flowermouth/grey-facades-feat-warmphase
wes parham Oct 2015
Secretly, I envied you...
Forgive me if it presumes too much
To wish you happiness and comfort.
As far as I can tell, you'd have me think
Those things are not for you.

I used to think that this was appalling,
and pity the creature who lays claim
To misery as their lot.
but
Secretly, I envied you, before even
Understanding,
That my pity was like hatred,
A misery in its own right,
And worse than that which I judged.
I resented the affront, another deadly sin,
And you were right.  
You were right again.
You were right.
All along...
When all that you presented
Was hostility and greed.
How was I supposed to know
To look deeper?
-hear the author reading his work:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/sets/poems
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True happiness may be a myth, but you'll discover that that's just fine.
Ease suffering where you can and contribute no additional suffering.  You may just find this more than sufficient.  And, please, don't deny others their given right to move through sadness  as well as joy.
Misunderstanding
Must be the reason for this
I don't know anything
And I am basing my thoughts
Off of misguided feelings.
Àŧùl Sep 2015
I know not much about the future,
But yes, I know one thing for sure.

Standing by my side are my parents,
I love them and respect them highly.

But understanding me is hard,
Misunderstanding me is lucrative.

Unable they are to understand me,
They have no idea about it yet.

Destiny has chosen me for only you,
It has also chosen you for only me.
She does My HP Poem #902
©Atul Kaushal
Fran Aug 2015
From ally to foe
How did we become this way ?
From friendship to disasters
That is all I can say

I dislike you
With a hint of hate
What do I smell?
A foul smell of fake

But even though I hate
There is a part of me sad
I want to tell you so bad
That you're still my friend

I might dislike you
I might be cold
I just want to clear up
Those misty fogs that blocks all

I can't see clearly
Where my paths leads
Just want a friend
Who understands me.
Don't get this confused,
I like you for who you are and I'm here to help,
But don't mistake this for something more,
I wish my good deeds didn't put me in a relationship sting,
You will definitely know if you're the girl with the invisible ring,
I don't want to break your heart, but this won't work.
This girl wants a friendship to be something more but I just want to be friends. I feel bad that I constantly do this but I'm waiting for the right one for me to go for. As great as these girls are,they're ethier too young, not my type or in another state and I don't want her to change her college education for something that might fall apart. I really think these things through. I feel like a ****** but I try to make sure the wounds of dissapointment is  not too deep. It's not that I don't have long distance opened as an option or anything, but I just want to make the right decisions and be plausible. I'm going all out on the description but I hope somebody understands me and I'm not alone here.
Rhian Williams Jul 2015
I only believe in things because I believe in love.
I do not believe in knowledge.
I do not believe in power.
The government.
The community.
The people.

Disbelief and misunderstanding.

I believe in love.
I believe in the power of the people through love.
I believe in us because I believe in love.
A passing thought. A small exaggeration. Not the best, but a passion.
William A Poppen Jul 2015
Eastern towhee flits along garden edge
picking here and there
its movements assumed to be  
intentional to casual observers
who imagine a search for food
or a gathering of sprigs for a nest.

Last night was a mystery;
a kiss, then a hug followed by a tirade
seemingly without a purpose.  
Was there intent to hurt,
to inflict an invisible ****
deep inside her chest?

Cowbirds leave their eggs in towhee nests
expecting the towhee to hatch them.
The cowbird knows its purpose.

Unlike the bird, he seems unaware
that consequences ride
on the back of his behaviors
like mites cling to a wing.

He wanted to assert himself
to make clear his desires.
He didn't intend to wound her heart.
*One of my favorite writers, E. F. Schumacher notes why there is often pain and misunderstanding in relationships.   "…we tend to see ourselves primarily in the light of our intentions, which are invisible to others, while we see others mainly in the light of their actions, which are visible to us, we have a situation in which misunderstanding  . . .  is the order of the day."
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