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i do not need this
game of charades
it got too fake
it got too hard
i don't need this
version of events
to pose as reality
when it's only pretence
it's only pretence
Purcy Flaherty Jun 2021
People choose which laws they follow depending upon their mood; or the company they keep!
They say you can't get ****** in the pub, it's illegal!
Brian Yule Dec 2020
Each purposed smear narrates
The poised faked fire of tears recent abated
Daubed pigments interlacing to store traces
Of gut-deep betrayals worn on lying skin
The never-before retraced in stain & tint
The sour taste of imagined sins
Rose-tainted views feign caught hate
You gave me a thousand reasons why,
You made it a mandate that I be with you.
You showed patience and care,
How Could not have believed you.

You painted a perfect picture of tomorrow,
A priceless canvas that would draw so many stares,
I fell for it, And I got glue.
How did I not see that it was all just an illusion.

You drew the curtain, and I saw the dark reality
Although you remembered every word I said,
You never tried to know me,
You 'crammed' your way into me,
Just so you could forget when you had me.

Surely the joke is on me,
You got me so fooled,
You made me think this was a happy ever after,
Clearly that kind of love only happens in fairytales.
Lately I do not even know what the definition of love is. I am at my wits end with giving. The cycle I never wish to see happening keeps coming back. Maybe I wasn't meant to love but I keep forcing it. If the shoe doesn't feet I suppose it shouldn't be worn.
Ashaar Aug 2020
at times the sky
takes the form
of an altruistic playmate
but when I look up toward it,
it shatters down
like a dissembled wall
and the black moths
I'd once let it swallow,
r e t u r n
and fly back into my ribs
to be caged again
I am new to this site (:
What lies beneath
rises to the surface
Shiny Star Oct 2019
Love, so colourful and magical yet blind at first
changes just as swiftly as the seasons change,
love perspires ever slowly and inapparently,
till it is lacklustre and lost in the air forever,
Replaced with pretence for the sake of old times,
masking uninterestedness with a fake curiosity.
Lies come freely as one tries not to be obnoxious.
But seemingly, both are trying not to be insolent,
with both professing about love in the air tonight,
even when neither feel even a pinch of it in heart.
Sillo Anderson Jun 2019
Hush little one
Cry freely upon my shoulder
Let roam, the pain you hide
Search not,. for comfort
For I am here
Hush little one
Be not what you seek never in dreams
But triumphantly what you feel in your mind
Oh little one
Come to thee when seasons have forgotten its way
Come to thee when homes are still not built
Come to thee when life treats you like an unworthy
So hush little one
And seek never death
For it shall come in its own time.
Steve Page Feb 2019
getting what they think you deserve
settling for less than what's due
becoming the person you're pretending to be
rather than just being you.

making the same mistakes as me
not stopping to figure it out
not considering who you could truely be
living with much too much doubt

perhaps these words seem familiar
do you get most of my meaning?
maybe it's time to take a fresh look
and live the life you've been dreaming
A call to live and not just dream.
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