#fakeness
choosing not to coat the words with that fake sweetness
letting no one shift our straightforward way of life
trimming not to make it thin but make it nimbler
taking out all the heavy stuff in this strife
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
The thickness of my skin
is getting tested again.
Another pair of eyes, plotting lies,
masquerading smiles & playing pretend.
When will the childish games end?
I’m having to keep my head held high—
—for the millionth time.
Since unlike them, I cannot function off of
protecting my pride,
as I value my integrity.
I don’t believe in smear campaigns;
it’s all vainglorious.
A slim chance of being victorious.
A long song and dance,
waiting to shift blame—
—the minute an ankle is sprained.
I guess that’s why I could never get into politics.
I’ve never been one for tricks.
I’d rather devote my time to common sense and absolute truth.
Because if what you’re saying is true,
you wouldn’t have the imperative to spend time crafting a narrative, and let sincerity bear the responsibility.
Instead of letting your ego tear into your credibility.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 3:45 PM UTC
busy pitter patters
of feet, at least
pretending
to be busy
these humans,
these flesh sacks,
place their bags
laptops
their unconsciousness
on this barnes & noble’s
coffee tables
whose chairs aren’t comfortable
yet, here they sit, beside me
amongst me
and an old
ancient, it seems now,
version of me would’ve cursed them
silently
while pretending to associate
to relate
to give a ****
for doing so,
for raising my anxiety,
for reflecting what i truly was,
at least
pretending
to identify with that narrow
window of my self
some collide
physically,
cosmically,
spiritually,
intuitively, whatever the hell you brand it
we all seek
connection,
always elsewhere,
never with our miserable
anxious selves
and if we can’t connect
we, at least
pretend
to do so
much like our riddling iphones
desperate for battery
for a sort of
charge
for life
elsewhere
somewhere else
anywhere
else rather than within
to be alone, amongst the crowds,
without our phones, our books,
our lovers, our seven dollar coffees,
our ******* egg white breakfast sanwhiches
almost as if these things
are essential to the unsavory
cravings and desires, or
dare i say
ourselves
we pretend
to work, to live
we read, without reading
we speak, without thinking,
we speak, without speaking,
“to be, or not to be.”
we don’t care for
intention
anymore
how could we?
we’re just so
un-fucking-phadomably
busy
doing
nothing,
at all
just,
pretending.
-melanholicreator
Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC
swimming with horses,
running with dungeons,
playing with dragons,
hiding behind a fake forcefulness,
like a synthetical lioness,
that artificialness,
fake greatness,
fake lustiness,
fake lustre, lying on them
like a mattress, or
with covered up, less
than what really up to
in them minds
Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 1:13 PM UTC
Take a bow for taking a knee.
We want to thank you for being woke
After falling asleep in the land of the Free;
(The punchline to your own lame joke.)
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
I open my eyes in the morning
Wondering, 'How to pass through the day without constant yells and blames.'
I stretch my hands out
Hoping, 'People don't notice my scars'.
I make my way towards my siblings,
Greeting them 'Hi!'
Hoping, 'they don't see through my false facade'.
I munch on some snacks and tell mom that I'm full
Hoping, 'She doesn't see straight through my lie'.
I use gadgets 12/7 and my parents say I'm texting,
But....., 'I'm trying to run away from the reality'.
I sit and stare at books, but don't study..
And my parents say, 'You are just distracted because of that guy',
'Try to concentrate', 'This scores are bullshit'.
Little do they know,
Family problems, Shifting, Losing people, New environment
'Have distracted my mind'.
I try to concentrate,
'But my doesn't cope up with me'.
I joke around, paint on a smile, play and laugh along with my siblings..
Trying to believe, 'I belong here'.
But deep down, 'I don't feel home when I'm at home'.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Take a time
And look into the mirror;
Find the deeper you.
"Why are you lying to yourself?"
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
I hear voices,
Sounds are striking the inner walls of my head.
Alot is going in my life,
But I'm happy to wait.
I'm happy to wait,
For the things to be okay again.
My mind needs some peace,
I wanna throw out the pieces that are piercing it.
I wanna shut the voices up that I hear,
But I'm afraid to dare.
I'm afraid of being lost in this vast world,
That is full of fake people with fakeness in everything.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
When my stars had decided not to spark,
& my moon had also hidden somewhere;
When the lights had left mine world in deep dark,
& I really needed somebody there,
I found my so called lovers nowhere...
So Honey,
Will you stop your lies,
Cause I know I'll never ever find you by my darkest sides...
- $D
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 3:18 AM UTC
I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore
The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.
The obscured disguise of the illuminating ray
sealing me in the undying darkness to have me gone astray.
The strong hold my mask has on me,
an abstract reminder for I'm a volcano under sea.
The compulsion of uncertainty thrusting fakeness on to my lips,
a constant practice that immediately curves its tips.
My heart is stabbed with the cureless contrition
Agony oozes out by rejecting termination.
Vagueness finds its home in the feelings I try to verbalize
Insanity strikes my thoughtful headroom to unstabilize.
My wounded heart and insane mind conspire to develop a defence
against these harsh feelings that forge a fearful nuisance.
Callousness, a nightmare dressed like a daydream, a bitter hope
The dream comes true along with the bitterness to cope.
That's how I sculpted myself into a cold stone,
choosing to become all numb and alone.
I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore
The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.
Standing straight a stiff statue, I
wait for something to be moved by...
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Short videos and time bounded pictures which are popularly term as stories,
Swiping through them became an obsession,
giving fake feel of accomplishment with no solid reason,
what about the real time; what about the real fun,
Trying to varnish the world of fiction,
Now those days are gone,
When load shedding was used to and the real fun game was strong,
Uploading; downloading no walking for self,
Making plans and resolutions which are mostly held ,
Held on to laziness,
Just scrolling deep down the tabs it's endless,
Altering the state of mind,
Engaging to the trash in priceless time
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
should I be surprised
surprised by other's behavior
when mine is not better?
should I be overwhelmed
overwhelmed of other's attempt of being fake
when I'm not even better
& once I thought
people were pure & good creatures
oh, how I was wrong
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
Do you ever wish you could just get up and go.
Get in the car
No looking back
escape the reality
of which so many become engulfed in.
Throw caution to the wind
and d r i v e
Away from all of the cookie cutter lives
of the people made of paper
Who just don't understand
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
*She sits in the corner
Laptop splayed open
Searching
Searching for reasons to live
Maybe someone to love
A moment to smile for
Going through latest social trends
Sifting among piles of plastic smiles
And bright blue hash tags
Desperately looking for something
Someone genuine
A quote perhaps to believe in
A link on happiness maybe
To follow
All she receives though
Is disappointment
Immersed in a world obsessed
With shallowness
She realizes that all she needs
Everything she searches for
Is right here
Inside her soul it resides
The will, the strength, the love to survive.*
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Fake is fake,
And I don't deal,
Posted at the rave,
I needed time to heal,
But you just left me high and dry like the rest,
I put all your lives to rest,
And I'm it for the ****
But I'd rather you just **** yourself.
More ambition than any of you,
Tough exterior I can't help,
I show no mercy to you.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
People that are fake
care about your opinion
every minute they're awake
they talk down to you
try to make you the bate
no i don't care if you hate me
for gods sake
they can see that you're strong
that they cannot take
i kind of feel sorry
for the people that are fake
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Log in and lose all sense of what and who you truly are.
I see the ******** numbers and even more egotistical statements from people I would consider more typist than writers.
A child with the understanding how to play the game and cheat the system .
I see your trending yet again because your fake ID reposted your newest crap fest while others seem to avoid your work like ***** on the floor of a frat house party.
Ego you have my friend.
Talent for bullshitting well in check.
But as for the page your a child who stares at the ocean scared shitless from the shore .
It must be fantastic being the greatest swimmer never to set foot in the pool.
This write is dedicated to a certain poet who if I mentioned .
Well his ego would just tell him hey at least someone's paying attention.
Your trending yet again and at the end of the day .
When you step away from the comp your just a ******* with a overinflated ego and some fake *** numbers .
And if are paths ever cross you may ask.
Hey aren't you?
And my only reply will be .
Yes I will take fries with that.
Fin
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC