#insincere
rife game playing
the hidden cruel rules
capturing the unwary
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 8:43 AM UTC
When you're not FOR REAL,
How you think that makes us feel,
We hung on your every word,
Realizing you're nothing but a thrill.
Of the Feeling you let us down,
As we're realizing you're a Clown,
not keeping to your promise,
As we're frustrated wearing frowns.
You're the type we cannot trust,
We can't depend on, or rely,
When we thought that you would pull through,
ONLY TO BE STRUCK DOWN BY YOUR LIES!!!
We really wanted to BELIEVE YOU, but
You seem so insincere,
You're nothing but a BIG OLE PHONY, and
You are not welcomed here.
So go on PHONY BALONEY,
You put on a real good show,
Pick up your GRAMMY on your way out,
Just leave and hit the door!!!
B.R.
Date: 3/13/2026
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
I found myself attending costume parties without a mask.
I was ashamed of myself.
So, I began to wear costumes and masks.
People approved greatly—they called me many things:
kind, gentle, honest—a good person.
And, suddenly I found myself unable to take off the costume.
I looked around to find myself alone once more in my attempt to escape.
I realised what fools they were—what a fool I had been.
So, now I attend without a costume.
I ignore their comments—"Oh, what happened to the kind boy I used to know?"—because no longer do I play the fool's game.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
infatuated with me
you became my biggest enemy
something insincere about how you wanted me
i was there to take the edge off
coke binges at the bar every other night
and you wonder why your hairline is moving backwards
you caused my mood to lose all stability then
crying for your attention
you were starving for us to look past your lack of personality
you didn't need a reality show
you needed a reality check
at the time you were 23
way too old for me
you were grasping at straws to be pretty
we can see the crow's feet setting in and your liver failing
no amount of jogging can bring back your peak
you're the biggest cliché
you go to emo night unironically
you said you saw yourself in me
we are not the same
remember you were a prom king
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 6:50 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder whether will-power is all
that I need in my life in order to feel whole.
If I learn to never follow my instincts
and rather rely on my rational thinking,
will I feel better, will I feel whole
when I scrape off joviality from the edges of my soul?
Won't I feel bitter, won't I feel low
that I have not smiled sincerely since ages ago?
Is everyone capable of experiencing love
or is this what is said by the Man from above?
Aren't we all delusional enough
to blame God and religion that our lives are so tough?
Are we blind for the realization
that all of us are a creation,
perfectly fallible and right, but often wrong,
yet much like a rhythmic sensation in a song?
Why are we rude and envious of others
when we all should behave just like we're brothers?
Everyone is suffering under the rain
perpetually waiting for the arrival of a plane;
a plane that could carry them to another dimension
but we all know that's just an absurd pretension.
Life does fly by and it's a well-known fact,
yet few can even maintain an eye contact
with that beautiful woman or that handsome man,
standing at the corner of the room with no plan.
Life does fly by and it's a well-know fact,
yet it's just an idea, so abstract
as not to even make an impression,
leaving us deal with our own depression.
Life does fly by, yet that woman can't leave
the man she has married, the man that would deceive.
She's lying to herself that it's all for the better,
swaying down the tree's branch just like a feather.
So, don’t be so anxious, so scared and insincere;
Life is indeed too short for that, dear...
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
I love you,
Her boyfriend used to say
Every time he missed her birthday by a day.
Those three little words accompanied with
Thanks for your forgiveness,
That she never really gave
Beneath her false smiles.
You are beautiful,
Belongs to her mother
Who dressed her up in frills that itched
And tied doll ribbons in her hair.
You are gorgeous,
Whispered her second husband
Only in bed and not
When she had morning breath and hair,
And needed to hear those words then.
I hate you,
Never slips past her painted lips
While shining so brightly in her eyes.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
from those ever so soft, delicate lips,
(and to mention,
quite kissable as well)
come the words that i long to hear.
the vibration from your "i love you" rings in my ear.
though i have every reason to believe you mean it,
they come across insincere and forced.
the butterflies stay still in my stomach
and my heart never quite flutters at the sound of them.
i am left to wonder
if these two-dimensional words you convey
will ever speak volumes to either of us.
this isn't what love is supposed to feel like.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Please take a seat
In the back of my head
Stop hijacking my thoughts
And wishing me dead
Hand over the reins
I'll take it from here
You will self destruct
And you're insincere
I look to the future
I welcome the new
You served no purpose
And I am stronger than you
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
It is neither here,
or there.
Not behind this door,
or maybe this one, no.
Tis not high? Or low?
Oh, I’ve forgotten so.
One can be pleased,
as I have misplaced this.
My steps miss-traced,
something could be amiss.
Though, it is difficult,
to lose such a thing.
Its hands wrap around my neck,
as it clings.
I can’t hear it ring,
what sound will it bring?
When it finally comes back.
Oh, what happened to it,
I feel like a lout.
Where is my self-doubt?
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Once for remorse
Twice for regret
Three times to forget
And never again
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
Those who can clearly see and clearly hear
Who choose to turn a blind eye, a deaf ear
To all they do not wish to see or hear,
Are clearly shallow; clearly insincere.
Their own happiness is all they hold dear;
That they care not for others is quite clear.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
All those who look but do not see,
Those who listen but do not hear,
Show such a lack of empathy
That those who truly care should fear.
.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
I dont want simple;
Feed me yourself in silver spoonfuls.
I want simple,
Lie to me,
and tell me
I am not an Animal.
I am an analyst-dissecting details.
4Am fresh snowfall
I will remain capable!
Make first new footprints,
in a circle...
Till I reach the middle.
I will remain incapable of
Tying my shoes.
I am a participant in social warfare.
Looking forward:
Possible encounters &
Spring Rain.
Fantasizing both in measure.
All I am to you is what you see, and
What you hear,
smell,
touch,
taste.
All you are to me so far
Is what I see, and what I hear;
So i am looking very hard,
And I am listening very closely.
I want logic,
Tasting honey when I ******
I want harsh confusion,
Complete absence of logic in it's essence.
Kissing a part of you that potties.
Now,
I can remain content in chasing my tail; I sleep balled up on top of the ocean, my clothes and fur strewn;
Chewing paws in strange positions.
I want contradiction, an
Assurance of the Devil & a
Total disregard for ghosts.
Constructive chaos:
Dress like ghosts on Acid and
Wear rollerblades.
I want my resumé to read:
>works well with others,
>great fighter, &
>An outstanding Lay.
I want to leave behind dreams,
I want to rent a room in your
dream bed&breakfast;,
Sometimes sharing yours, but always paying rent on time for mine.
Sometimes
swinging an axe against a rough stump,
Craving lemonade and
Spring Rain.
Part of me wants to grow old and
Mad, and sit by rivers; I could smoke ****** from a wizard pipe for my
Sore joints.
( I am alright with the possible outcome of Alone. )
[ I would rip my hair out,
Glue it to my body, & become
A boy in wolf's clothing. ]
I want creative destruction,
Mayhem,
borderline Mind ****
Learning to pick the banjo half-decently.
That Deliverance tune.
And walk around ski towns
Scaring the **** out of some tourists
And other antagonists.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
I had a dream
Of sunshine so dim
That noon was midnight.
You donned your velvet
And paraded your charms
In front of me
With an arrogant smile.
The snakes circled me
And you held out
Your hand to dance with me.
With venom on my tongue,
We spun between the swaying cobras,
Intent on something
You knew all too much about
And I too little.
Hours passed and the dimness
Of the midday sun
Sank into the mountains
And an even darker abyss
Smothered our mysterious game.
Then we stopped and the snakes
Grinned as we embraced,
Your tongue tasting bitter
And your hands insincere.
As you pulled away,
We started to crumble,
Falling into ash
And trembling in transparency.
Yet as our skin flew away,
We could still see each other's eyes...
And I awoke in a sweat
For dreams are much too true.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC