#charade
Trapped inside
Vanquished by the light
Doomed to rot alone for eternity
Neverending fears haunts my mind
Dark enchantments keeps me alive
I’m drowning in tears to cleanse the scars away
Mending, but never healing
This malice
Tears me apart
As life goes on
I’m slowly sinking ever deeper into darkness
Decaying on a throne of pain
Frozen in time
Deep down in the abyss
They have come for me
Faceless terrors
Voices without words
Venomous, chaining and enslaving
-An endless battle of loss
Maybe… I should end it all
Yet
I smile
Like a gardener in its own garden
My cage of thorns endures…
The freakshow must go on.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:13 AM UTC
I hate the weight of each heavy smile
Within my worries are starting to pile
Sirens going and the alarm in my head
Has me wishing to weep instead
But the last thing I intend is to cause concern
So I hold the flames in though I feel my chest burn
Walls slowly creeping inch by inch
Closing in from all sides but I refuse to flinch
I hate to make a sound that might draw attention
So my anxiety I do not dare mention
Fighting for air but on the surface remain still
Underneath skin fear is too powerful to ****
All I want is for laughter to be more than a facade
And to look into the mirror and not view a fraud
Please just let my happiness for once be genuinely real
My emotions a tiring charade that I will never truly feel
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
You steal away my smile
Replacing with hurt
My mind consumed with ease
Making me think I'm dirt
I'm tired of the pain
Future dark
Bleak
Display doesn't seem like home
Gets me not wanting to speak
I try yes I attempt to move on
Right the flaws inside
Always reminded of the past
I can't run or hide
You are doing just great
Dandy
Look up with determined grit
Here below the surface
Admit defeat and quit
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 10:06 AM UTC
The hardest part of being happy
Is keeping up the charade.
Behind each smile is a sore lip
Bruised with anxious bites
Each time someone looks away.
Behind each laugh is a broken sob
Muffled into silence,
Hidden and saved for a rainy day.
Behind each kind word is a crack
In an already shattered heart,
Taped together with the words
“I’m fine”.
Behind each “I love you” is a desperate cry,
Screaming “Please don’t leave me”
Until their voice is gone.
The hardest thing about being happy
Is you can only play this game
For so long.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
If you peer into my heart
Completely you'd understand
How I care about your soul
I truly miss your hand
I you borrow my irrational brain
The one obsessing over you
You would discover your presence is my escape
The past haunts all I do
There is burning through my veins
Too much you and your essence
Wish you owned the same skeleton
You would feel I'm not happy in your absence
Nothing what it appears to you
I have made sure of that
Going through familiar motions
Stability only an act
I cannot be as strong as I want to
Not allowed to show real dismay
I force a smile to portray a happy face
Can't live this charade one more day
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
Before I went to bed I drank a glas of lemonade
To make my bad dreams go away
Sadly it didn't seem to work as my dreams turned into a very unpleasant charade.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
The sun will never again shine bright,
I’ll live my life without that light.
Now I won’t speak another word,
It’s not like they were ever heard.
There’s nothing worth saving left,
You’ve sentenced us both to death.
We’ll continue acting in our show
I’ll enter right and left you’ll go,
the production wasn’t well rehearsed;
it was just another script that was cursed.
There will be no standing ovation,
you’ve opted us both for cremation.
Only silent applause and locked jaws,
on opening night and you take centre light.
There was a solid script you carelessly ripped,
there’s no going back, this is the final act.
I left the only roses on the stage,
it called for it on a lost page.
A whole production with no lines,
‘cause words are just like land mines.
You play your part and play it well,
you’ve sentenced us both to hell.
Only silent applause and locked jaws,
on opening night, the subtext is trite.
There was a solid plot that all the critics bought.
There’s no going back, this is the final act.
The method could not crack, this is the final act.
Closed curtain and fade to black, this is the final act.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Want you to be happy so I hide that I'm not
Think something is wrong with me
It is unfair to close off my dark side from you
Hands have done deeds I don't want you to see
I know I cannot live this charade forever
Emotions inside begging to be let outdoors
It is tough to wear a smile when it isn't how I feel
I do it so you do not lose yours
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
I am locked in a Prison of Innocence.
The warden is kind,
The guards are stern.
The cell of stale straw candy.
My own home to yearn.
Stuck in the Lost Town of Resonance,
My feet are scarred and bare.
The shackles are soft.
But they burn if I stare.
I may never see the privileged loft.
How I got here is a story too long.
My crimes and my sins
Born from lonely heart song.
You know it.
We all sing it in the dark.
I am locked in the Prison of Innocence.
it shouldn't have gone this far.
Though imprisoned, I know they love me.
They'll tearfully let me leave.
This prison is all of ours.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
another multiple account holder
has made Cello Poetry his
abode
where he's posting under many
a different authoring
code
he was initially known as
Brando
Build
then he added a few more
to his prospering
guild
the syndication now hosts
Slick Shaz, Fruity Rot and
Tuppence
which is quite an extensive
confluence
what title will he choose
next
his whole charade has got
right out of
context
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
I live
In a cardboard cutout house
Our plates and silverware
Are plastic
The food adorning them
Plastic as well
Glossy and vibrant
But poisonous if consumed
No water will pour
From the sink or tub
If you try to turn
The handle
The plants are fake
The dog is fake
The microwave won't turn on
The floor looks wooden
(which may be the case)
For there is no carpet
in sight
No decor to behold
I try to pull back
The sheets on the bed
Only to find
That they're entwined--
Attached to the mattress
That feels more like
Pottery
I lean down to see
"Made in China"
Etched on the side
Of the frame
My footsteps echo
Down the hall
On the wooden floor
Of the cardboard cutout house
Until I finally see
Something living
Something real
Until I get close.
Her skin is matte
Her eyes are dull
Her teeth are chalk white
Her hair (maybe made from silk?)
sits perfectly in place
She is positioned with a smile--
Her vinyl arm bent at the elbow
Masquerading a friendly wave
She is merely a sculpture
A doll of a human being
Filled with wax instead of tissue
Factory made, not a product of Love(TM)
I escape
Away from the figurine Mother
The clay bed
Hard floors
Prop kitchenware and
Plastic food
Because a cardboard cutout house
is not a home.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
We both read our scripts,
but we're not on the same page.
You and I are just actors
who treat life as the stage.
We rehearse our lines,
but they're not what we mean,
for once lets break character
and call cut on this scene.
We could steal the show
if we rewrite the play
and end the charade
of this macabre matinee.
We've reached the finale,
there's no encore after all.
This is our shot,
our last curtain call.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
Though so well I hide,
And my life's a masquerade
Though, evеrytime I cried
And told: "That's charade"
Though many times I said:
"Don't believe my tears
My heart has never bled,
I'm cold, I have not fears"
Though acted as the happiest, see
Wore wide deceitful smile
When heard : "Go, live without me"
I thought : WIll it be worthwhile?
How easily can world colapse
When heard:"Get out of sight!"
You know, on the church steps
The atheist cried.
Though thought soul's eternal,
When heard:"Forever goodbye"
Stopped the song vernal,
Eternal soul died.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
**Yesterday, everything was for free,
And you made everything glimmer and glow,
Brought sunshine and flowers and bows,
Without asking one thing of me at all.
Today, you stand there waiting on my $,
Watching me as though I am a criminal,
One who invaded into your sacred world
For themselves and with no rules to follow.**
**Now everywhere one looks it's a "buy now" sign,
Displeased that I won't give you your "moneys worth,"
Joy in the pleasure of the things that are free and fine,
So you took everything free and made it much worse,
But will impart the same old good times to those who
Are willing to part with yet more pennies and dimes.**
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Words tumbled out of an aluminum commode
into a hungry mouth: naïveté.
Libations atop a tin altar
in a squalid temple rife with the stench
of lascivious youth
bemoaned battle cry
transcendent in the sound of forever.
Coming of Age
a cleverly disguised charade
kept in place
by a smile that never breaks
until dawn.
White noise
cryptic static
proselytize
vomiting mucus-draining corpses
a parade of mindless disciples
dancing to the beat
of the heart in a distant star
whose life perished in the forgotten past.
Fabricated promises of maturation
facetiae in the frozen teeth that
only part for the stubborn tongue to
lap up remaining consciousness on the floor
like a begging dog.
By himself he's weak
but among many he's a god.
A song bludgeons the eardrums
"Tonight, tonight, to-night": Repetitio est mater studiorum.
There's a voice in my head but
you put a hand o'er it's mouth
and pried mine open with
the monkey's paw
clutching a rose goblet
containing spiritual cleansing.
I've got a good idea
but bad intentions
and there's enough feculence wrapped in flesh and lies
to make this place feel like Heaven.
Stuffing my mouth with promises and
fallacies
that won't become clear until the
bottle is empty.
I'm washing away all the pain
and the hurt
right?
I'm a man now, risen from the
dirt
right?
I'll put my trust in the siren's call
reaching through the fog to grasp
her by the hair
I fall into the murky bog
beleaguered by strangulating tendrils
wrapping around my frail bones
I feel I'm being pulled under
and I'm all alone
I see their shimmering faces on the surface
distorted
in the reflection
peering into the soul as I
make my descent into the abyss.
Waking up a man with a
battered conscience
Compromise wraps a warm blanket around
me and places coffee between
crusty and brittle fingers
A gentle kiss on my forehead
is the finishing touch
leaving me alone with my baleful torment.
Coming of Age is a charade.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
Live in the dark, sharpen the steel,
Play the charade, mould of grey clay,
The bump in the night fills you with fright,
Indulgence in the air? Make the "sinful" care.
Vacuum the world, the big flag unfurled,
Bump in the night, neighbour takes flight,
Pollution in the air? No one seems to care.
Slow work to get by, free lunch for the fat guy,
Masterful touch, the poor "lazy guy's" on the crutch,
A place they can afford to stay if you think they're OK.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
The pretty devil,
Dressed well,
Full pouting lips,
Cheap perfume smell,
Gets you every time,
All you need
Is to play divine,
Living in your own world,
Boys worship every step,
Although your striped stockings
Seem as if they'll curl.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
*
A prisoner of your own doing
Selfishness is a way of avoiding
Stay fair by merely existing
Pain and craving
Lock and stored in a well-guarded place
Hunger made it hollow in this well hidden base
Loving from a distance
Shielded by masquerade
Person in charade.
*
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
*
Perhaps I am hard to like,
No one understand how I used my bike.
Perhaps it was me,
who understood first
of their perspective's meant to be.
Perhaps that is why I stay away,
always a step ahead in my foolish play.
Perhaps you never notice my distance,
for I am alone in this charade of existence.
*
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
I thought you could see through my disguise
See through the charade of everyday
I thought you were different
From the others
The ones who tell me to
Get up
Get moving
Or get out of the way.
While everyone else was herding past,
You offered me your hand
You were the first to tell me
I was worth it.
But that was your game,
Your play.
I wasn't special, not to you.
You led me along
And I enjoyed the ride,
Not realizing that it made me
Just like the
Rest of them.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC