#pretender
Thoughts berate with little truth
While memories choose when to lie
Often words spoken change nothin'
Though time and time again they try
Feel free to take your unspoken to the grave
What is spun by the victor is sung forever
A good liar proclamation should have been taken as a warning
But judgment sees through even the best of pretender
©2024
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 3:25 PM UTC
you are my defender,
I don't need a pretender,
you hold the lock and key,
to my heart; set me free,
from the misogyny.
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC
Does it look like I care?
No sir
Easy answer
But you can't see in here
Unaware or pretender?
Oblivious or clueless?
Neither
I don't make myself clear
To the goings on between each ear
What takes over top tier?
It's all fear
I checked there earlier
There's plenty of that here
A hypocrite because took second chair to fear
I let it steer,
Did nothing as it ground through every gear
While telling others of the inherent danger
Watching it veere right before approaching what I'm after
I can only look in the rear view or side mirror
One shows issues catching up,
The others closer than they appear
A hard knock heir
There's not a lot to envy in here
I don't have it in me to care
If I could I probably would, I swear
©2024
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 8:39 PM UTC
Billy Wynne Veracruz
best baseball pitcher ever
Me Mestizo beloved by the shore a teen a wannabe Mom wannabe wife.
Within his theme songs
In beautiful mystic Vera-cruz.
From the Shaks restaurant my cashiering job
Pitcher asked to walk by the ocean hand in hand.
Baseball players eyes glared so sea-sky blue.
Tallest Knight touching hands.
Handsome king of hearts
"Sweet Caroline song blasted
on pitchers radio cassette player and
" The great Pretender,*
The hours long.
Smooth all passion
seed withheld and me fire firefly flew away..
~~~
Kings like you ought to have many wives
and many babies
Your kind are the crown jewels of fatherhood and motherhood best super human seeds divine
Your legacy rules Earth.
~~~
I found my own reign, great treasures my king heart of gold like mine, called me beauty himself Beast.
Loved to be a one woman man for a one man woman like me his rddbba-Ginny.
We fell in love at first sight
my true love my
handsome American.
Such elite chose me to change Earth he was the bridge and me his worldbringer portal to heaven his star seed.
My once upon a time my twin soul, twin flame King of hearts, became my imaginary best friend my owl of wisdom my everything.
Our theme songs were Spill your heart to me, and what a wonderful world by Armstrong L.
We were also beauty and the Beast.
The memory of my knight my king lover, my true love
my companion,
keeps me safe and sound.
~~~~
By: Mr. and Mrs. Andrews.
Honoring Karijinbba
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 8:35 AM UTC
Treat me right, stranger
not as a false friend, simply
not a pretender
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC
bakit kailangan sa harap ng iba Kunwari nakangiti ka?
kahit ang totoo sa loob loob mo hindi naman talaga.
bakit kailangan sa paningin ng iba ipakita **** Kunwari matatag ka?
kahit na ang nararamdaman mo ay nanghihina ka.
bakit kailangan sa kaalaman ng iba Kunwari malakas ka?
kahit ang totoo mabubuwal ka na.
bakit kailangan sa harap ng iba mag kunwari masaya ka?
kahit ang totoo durog na durog kana.
Dahil ba mas ok ng malaman nila na ok ka,kaysa ipaliwanag pa yung totoong nilalaman ng puso mo?
O Mas maigi na siguro ang mag Kunwari kaysa ipakitang Mahina ka.
kasi hindi lahat ng pinapakita sayo na Pag-aalala ay totoo.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
I always have fun and laugh with people but deeply I am sad and hurt;
I always smile at people but my heart is frowning.
I always say that I'm okay but truthfully I am not;
I always say "Yes" but my real answer is "No".
I'm a man of many masks and pretend to be someone that I'm not;
I always tell lies and have hidden desires.
I always act and put on my mask in the crowd;
Yes, I'm a great pretender.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
You pretend you’re alright,
laugh when you’re sad,
hide your true feelings;
never show if you’re mad.
Keep to yourself
does no good to fight,
simply try your best
to stay out of sight.
Here in this world
of black and white
you just don’t fit
so you live in the night;
hide your color
in a heart so deep
and dream of rainbows
in your sleep.
But deep inside
a greater light shines
through pain and sorrow,
space and time.
There’s red and green,
yellow and blue,
pink and orange
and yes, purple too.
A lasting assurance
that beyond the fears
you’re not alone
with all those tears.
You are seen and loved,
this you know;
the rainbow’s there
to tell you so.
But it’s hard in your dark reality
in the world of black and white,
no one appreciates the color purple
until they see you there in the light.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
In my youth
I pretended to be
what I thought others’ thought
was prideworthy and praiseworthy,
and I was unjoyful and unhappy
self-annihilating my authentic self.
Now I am older
and I realise
only by being my authentic self
and striving for joy and happiness
using my authentic self
can I be joyful and happy.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Is back
Lights
She's dressed in white
instead of black
Faces you with a sweet smile,
Camera
Though her tongue
is full
of
l i e s
ACTION!
★
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
At my face you love me
At my back you stab me
Try as I may,
‘till I faint
You’ll always be my enemy
This I have known
But love keeps my hands tied
Love!
A beast who came to devour
To prey upon the weak
But took the embodiment of a sheep
Two faced art thou
Pretender!
Of all this...I knew
But love...
keeps my hands tied
Of all this...I knew
But my hands are tied
And heart...
completely shattered
For thou art my beloved.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
At the end of the day
He asked, ”why we need to sleep?”
I answered,
To dream a better tomorrow.
Try it
Sleep
Deeper sleep
Yes, you got it
But never pretend
Else,
One will not dream.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
I'm a coward I pretend I can write but I cant
i'm just a kid pretending. Real writing is about
being honest and vulnerable. I haven't been
honest with myself in a long time. Real art takes courage
and that's not something I have anymore. Why does it
have to be so complicated. So after this sentence I'll
be as open as a deep cut so listen to everything that's about
to pour out. I'm a lost boy without Neverland. Im shy, afraid
to grow up, afraid to fail , and afraid to find out who i really am.
For now I'll continue to be the pretender.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
I've forgiven you for tearing my heart apart
Pretending to be someone you're not
For swearing eternal love then torturing me with your unique cruelty
I've forgiven myself for believing the performance... the promises
For seeing capacity in you that will never be realized
Wasting my precious life force on someone so undeserving
You never actually asked for my forgiveness
And yet once again, I am giving you something from my heart....
That perhaps you do not deserve....
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Your Fragrance is spreading
Everyone, you are enticing
But I know your stench is digging
Deeper, into you it keeps finding
Your soul that it will be embracing
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Though green his not to *** without love
The feeling of cheers still as hot
After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed
Princesses are quite shy at first
But how could they neglect his touch of dearness
How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress
He love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled
Those are music to his ear
He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked
Those are art in his eyes
Alas! Thy virginity was taken away
Thy pureness was broken like a glass
To the air thy clamor burst
The adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed
A cursed for him, the BIG BIG WOLF....
Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm
nom de plum: Mysterious Aries
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
I often stayed awake, wondering if she felt anything like I did before I would pass out. Late at night I would come to terms with the fact that I am alone again, and that I wasn't taking it as well as I pretended to be.
This was all beginning to seem like some sort of cruel joke.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
They all like her, not me.
But it's okay,
Cause I may not be a saint
But at least I play it real.
© Leigh
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
She writes like the grim reaper
About pain, loss and tortured souls
Yet she has the sweetest smile
That could make a broken man whole
She writes about the lonely girl
Who cries for her broken heart
She says she's never been in love
For her, lying seems like an art
She has a quirky sense of humour
Her laugh is a sweet melody
She write about being lost and alone
Shes always surrounded by family
She writes about the child that cries
While his parents fight downstairs
She's lives such a happy life
With no sign of pain and despair
Sometimes when she speaks to me,
She seems so young and naive
Her poems carry such soul and depth
That they came from her is hard to believe
How can she understand my darkness
If she's never felt pain or desolation?
Why do her words ring true to me
When I know it's just her imagination?
Her sad rhymes always make me cry
I just can't figure her out
Is there some sorrow that she hides deep?
Or does she just twist her words around?
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC