#deceptive
one who thinks
one who reads
thy words lay like a field of mines
scatter the seeds of sorrow
in fall the flowers bloom
laying still is an untouched petal
a touch purity reveals;
darkness has taken form under
yet lay its beauty
has its beauty faded?
has its form not taken shape?
one who wonders hard
the words shall never confirm
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC
Shoved your foot in my
Doorway, and I'm the one left
Tripping over it
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
It
changes
colors
but
it
may
as
well
be
what
it
is.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
I wish you'd all see the person
in me beneath my insecurities,
layers of locks into my heart.
Why'd you leave me before I speak?
am I not as normal as you?
what is normal if there are many?
Am I crazy or are you blind to see the
normal in me?
I wonder what's missing in me that
forced you to leave.
As you remain blind to the eons
of hope that remains in my heart for you.
As I redefine my normal for the next layer of lock
that encapsulates my heart.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
didn't your heart stopped for a while
before making such a weighted declaration
didn't your lungs gasp for air
before these words could escape your mouth
didn't your voice tremble
while speaking these words out aloud
how casually you said them
like you didn't even mean to
but why am I scolding you now
'cause once it's said
it doesn't matter
it doesn't change anything
the words have been said
the blood has been drawn
and now there's no turning back
'cause mortals aren't allowed to fall in love with Gods
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
Her lips were stained red,
Her bright smile, utter dread.
Befitting a She-vampire,
"But tis only Beetroot, Sire!"
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
Careless with their lives
They slog in infested slimy waters
In rubber shoes covered in holes
Merging bodies with all the inhabitants of the world beneath their feet
They trudge on
They’re deceptive
Picking up dirts to throw it back in
In those times they’re not seen
Or so they believe
They’ve reduced themselves
To the dirt they feed themselves
And they care not
Their pores clogged with infested slimy waters
Exhibiting animalistic behaviors
They’ve now become barbarians
“Buy us water”,
They cry together.
He who is living a deceptive life
Trudging around in the slimy waters
A place no one has sent them
They feed themselves with those slimy hands?
It’s no wonder their mate died
I stamp my feet in anger!
Arrrrrrrg!
Do they not see the danger?
I do not feel pity for them
Their state of being
Though perplexing it seems
They chose this.
Their families I weep for
Bodies coated with infested slimy waters
They go home.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
Maybe it's not the wrong thing done to us
By a loved one
That is really painful
But...
Accepting that their heart
Could produce and allow such a thing
Is the real pain!
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Seductive anchor,
News seems deceptively tame;
Anesthetic helps!
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
How can we, so small
Expect to win it all
Our minds so full of us
Blind our eyes to the one and only Jesus
Remove our deceptive comfort
That we cling like a favorite toy
The sudden pain of life's adversities carries away our counterfeit joy
For the lies of deceptive comfort only seek to destroy.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
Still lying in bed
Thoughts of you still going through my head
Why did you carry it on so long
If all you was gonna do was do me wrong
You knew I was already broken
Did you need my heart as a token
Did you want to see if you could make someone die
Rip their soul out and make them cry
I hope karma does her job
I hope you are the next to sob
The only thing I did was love you
But you made me pay those dues
I've got to pull myself togeather
But lay in bed is what I'd rather
But I have a job and bills
Despite my depressive ills
I want the pain to stop
But it seems to be all I've got
Guess I'll just go back to my old life
No love, no strife
All those months wasted
All of the love I tasted
You threw me away in just one message
Without even a hint of presage
Can anyone save me
I'm going down and I don't mean maybe
Send my spirit to the sky
I just want to die
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
she is
a pretty little flower
but beware
of the poison
that runs deep
in her roots.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
You're beautiful,
just like a poisonous flower.
So my eyes betray me,
and I crave just a taste.
I reach out for the brightest berry,
and you wrap me in your arms.
Deceptively sweet,
growing with each dose I intake.
But I consume too much of you,
and I overdose;
falling victim to a beautiful death.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
**Everyone pretends to be a saint in the daylight.
But, when the lights go off and the darkness overtakes,
Their hidden demons crawl out and play.**
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
*Because heaven is full
And hell won't have me
I've been put in a place much worse
A place called earth
At least in hell I know everyone has bad intentions
But on earth you'll trust people who you think are kind
But just turn out to be sinister and cruel
The type of people who thought to have
Good intentions*
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 1:34 AM 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
*The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. *
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC