#deceitful
In the kaleidoscope of affection, I painted you with hues of adoration, blind to your monochrome reality.
Eyes fixed on the canvas of our shared moments,
I brushed away the shadows you cast on the edges.
Your smiles, a palette of warmth, a sunlit mirage,
Masked the colder currents beneath the surface.
I sculpted your silhouette from fragments of devotion,
Blind to the chisel that carved deceit into your contours.
Each word you spoke, a lyrical serenade,
Harmonizing with the symphony of my own yearning.
Yet, within the notes, the discord of deception echoed,
A melody played on strings attuned to your agenda.
In the gallery of my heart, your portrait hung,
A masterpiece crafted by hands that concealed ulterior motives.
I traced the lines of your whispered promises,
Unaware they were sketches of transient commitment.
The truth, veiled in the smoke and mirrors of affection,
Cloaked by the tender illusions of shared vulnerability.
I basked in the radiance of your borrowed light,
Unmindful that shadows were the offspring of your truths.
Blinded by love's unforgiving lens, I sculpted a narrative,
Ignoring the fractures in the marble of our connection.
In the echo chamber of your affirmations,
The resonance of deception, a dissonant undertone.
"The Truth in Your Lies," an exhibition of realization,
Where the canvas of affection reveals concealed motives.
I dismantle the gallery, unframe the illusions,
Confronting the naked truth beneath the painted veneer.
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 5:40 AM UTC
Time passes a thought
To another, in a climbing sense of renderings...
We see the call to unify, in a shy voice ought?
Today was a marveling hour, we could marvel's ends...
Bite me...with a resolve?
They said the sour news is a welcome sunshine
With pets and history to come at all...
Of a younger moment to be quiet, for a composure of time...
Hours as we know, a fixation on else
Can be, the truth be found in a place of sin
Was this imagined tongue, the saying of wealth
Yet to be, the stir of justice of what is a craved wince...
Of passion over a legend to become, our friends
The tale we notice, and simplify by devoid and avoid
Is but a loose remark of such to roll and imbue, the like we end
As if the world knows any better: the fight of certainty's choice...?!
Sly or slime?
Tows of redoubt, between lovers or a heroism of dry finality's
Sunny as we should note, is about the hour I am trying
We see the traitor of commonness and pence, our humor is...
A rushing eye, to know a catastrophe
That is being a silent opportunity, to approach though
And worth the implied key, we find in the future feat
Of lying to the misses, when a game is for those we hosted, should first owe...?
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC
Proud we stand, loftily in our ivory towers
Proud we stand, bawling our boasts and feats
Proud we stand, on the cold concrete we built
In shame, I hung my head, fathoming our “powers”
In grief, my quill broke his heart descrying our plight.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe
Love has lost its world, We estranged her away
And the world lost its Love, We chased disarray
All the colours in this world have run eerily cold
Our eyes fixated on a global monochrome gold
To bundles of printed paper, our soul… we sold.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe
Our vermilion blood has thinned, thinner than wine
Onto our gashes, we had to dowse the thickest brine
Blinded by rage, we parried the balsam to our souls
Yet in an unhesitant grace, traces remain in our bowls
Yet... Our calamitous claws yearn to rinse it off us
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe
For an endless pursuit, in an unquenchable thirst,
We ****** our heels onto them who cleansed them
The hands which held us taut. we mangled them.
All for an empty crusade seeking the same black
We went rabid, scouring for an immortal fountain
The answer was a drop of Love, now unobtainium.
Yet I anticipate in the warmth of a spring someday
A few dewdrops and a little fountain emerging…
Fountain so bountiful in Love, her arrival in glory.
That day, my quill shall be healed and his ink resting
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC
I took you at a glance that day
And met you with a kindly nod
Although you a strictly tried
to hide your evil,
I unraveled your facade
You think you can deceive us
"Simple folk" with your bodacious ***
But babe, I know of your decrepid soul
I promise this on God
You strut yourself around this world
Up on your pedestal
You harbor your self righteousness
And think you're "oh so cool"
You think the world should worship you
And see you as if you're a dazzling jewel
But I hate to burst your bubble gal
Cause you're one conceded fool!
Don't try and dance around the truth
And lie your way to goddess status
Cause after all is said and done
You're definitely no Trish Stratus
Your well thought out ruse just
Stands no chance when your heart is filled with malice
Girl, you're a mortal just like us -
You weren't delivered in a palace
So come back down to planet earth
And relieve us of this madness!
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
Honey oozing out of your mouth as you speak
Glazing my ear with a seductive coat of kindness
Brilliantly beguiling my cartilage into a counterfeit tenderness
Diffusing its blissfully pungent aroma into my nose
Pulling my face towards you
Gracefully tilting my chin up
Eloquently dripping down your lips onto mine
Allowing me to taste your divine ooze
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
*I think I'm the worst kind of guy...
Deceitful,
But I don't mean to be.
It's just because I flicker from using my brain to using my heart.
I don't mean to mislead a girl,
I don't mean to break hearts,
I'm just searching for my one true love,
But it's harder than I imagined :
To go on this journey without leaving hearts broken.
Because I'm deceitful,
First following my heart,
Thinking you're the one,
Then following my brain,
Realising that we need to end things,
Because my conscience tells me I'm doing the wrong thing by holding onto you,
Even though you fill me up with so much joy and love...
It keeps whispering,
"You don't deserve her."*
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
Her eyes reflected the tragedy she endured
She struggled daily to escape this hell hole
Her pain, was evident through the tears that rolled down her cheeks
Her cries were capable of making the strongest person weep.
She often wondered why...
Why was she so unfortunate to deserve such a fate?
Why she was not capable to give up on her life?
She burned in agony
She screamed in pain
She yelped for help, But no one came to her aid.
She was fed up but was still clinging onto some hope.
She tried to fight.... Oh how hard she tried to hold onto her life.
But he took everything away..
He stripped her from her innocence, caged her freedom and destroyed her pride.
And one unfateful day.. He even took her life.
One day, in broad daylight
He entered the house, staggering towards her with a knife.
He stabbed her, not once but twice.
Cursing her that she was reason people looked at him with spite.
He forced her into such a dark place where it's impossible to survive.
Her once porcelain skin turned scarlet.
Her struggle to survive, ceased to exist.
She was put out of her misery.
She was put out of her pain.
If only the people had believed her cries.
If only they had offered to help her fight.
Maybe.. just maybe She would still be alive.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Like vanilla spice
And as sweet as chocolate
Her lips were nice
But the rest was poison
She'll be plotting your demise
As you're hypnotized
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
You may have torn me apart
Undressed me
For all your pleasure
Sang me a lullaby
To get your way
You are a devil in disguise.
Spewing lies as a natural language
The language of deceitful, cunning lies
The hell you put inside of me
I want out
But you don’t have the key do you
I’m trapped within myself
So you’re not the devil are you?
But the devils help.
The only devil lives with me,
Everyday. And you don’t even know.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
There are bound to be
Uptight
Ultra right
Conservatives who want to fight
Want to say wrong is right
And right is wrong
Cause shifting priorities
In an easily influenced society
Gives them more power
To glower while they shower
Themselves with the wealth
We earned with our sweat
So they steal what we should get
And call it patriotic
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
In the eyes of mortals,
They are monsters.
Of vibrating destruction.
In the eyes of a Rider,
They are worshipped and strong.
They seek companionship,
A guardian for life.
These creatures fly high,
Over the mountainous peaks,
Through the Evergloom valleys.
Down the rising sea.
They pride their right as Dov.
Rightful to their kin.
They are...
The Dragons.
They are not monsters.
Who create destruction.
They are not viscious,
When it comes to Royals.
These Dragons are so misunderstood.
Cant they live among us,
For the good?
Their sleek scales,
Massive wings,
Ivory claws and spikes.
Two lungs create,
Fire and Ice.
These dragons,
They are breath-taking.
Almost Immortal,
They will outlive a human being.
Don't take them as Deceitful.
They wish not to destroy.
They are guardians of this world.
Our Dragons,
Are definitely.
A riders Bestfriend.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
You Reap What You Sow
A sentiment that never quite stuck.
I did what I would-
Consequences were a punishment
for villains more obvious
than the sweet girl I played.
But the real world is not so biased,
peeling away the masks I wore
You Lay in the Bed You Make
But my pillow is filled with thorns,
and my blanket is thread-bare.
The mattress is layered with spiders' webs
and the chill never abates.
I long for the One to warm my soul...
But it's been years since another has lain so close
For I sow seeds of deceit
and when they bloom
the fruit is bittersweet
and the stems cannot bear weight.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
The definition of Love
had a greater meaning to start.
It only now has the meaning of
until boredom do us part.
Used to describe hobbies,
clothes, games, and more.
Love is beaten, bruised, black
and has been left
trampled on the floor
Some love, sincere
Some other is not
The seed can grow
with but one little lustful
thought.
That seed of deception
Grows to fields of remorse.
A so-called Lovers’ quarrel
ends in bittersweet divorce.
Therefore, we leave
love, drowned in society’s deceit.
With a faint memory of
What love had used to be
But true love being rare
blossoms like a unique flower.
With God's aid you’ll find it there
shining with its bright petals
Through hard work and understanding
And deceitful love fore’er forgotten
Trust and fervor everlasting
True love gives color to its gray garland
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC