#realness
In seeing it all shrink about
My soul speaks mountains from a needle
For all the pointless pale attempts to wash out human pupils...
My glow is sealed with humble healers,
Ones who won’t get lost or wheel this
Realness in any kind of form/mess
A million messages sung, secret.
I can’t tread sand that hides,
Pretend I understand the croaking lullaby
Believe that we work for fun and always die...
When work is wild and worthy with time
I can’t sign, or stay silent,
With stars around me pulling brightness
Awkward -
Stay gripped by the kiss
Of wide window spirits...
Woken, can’t make a liquid stiff -
Stay outcast where the open love is.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
These Barbie influencers —
perfect plastic gods
with ***** sculpted by scalpels
and smiles so white
they could blind heaven.
Bodies built for the scroll.
Attitudes sharper than jawlines,
serving chaos and temptation
on filtered silver plates —
even Luzifer pauses and goes:
“Whoa… chill.”
But it’s all an act.
A scream wrapped in selfies.
They burn out like fireworks
faking light in already lit rooms.
Wearing so many fake-real-fake masks
they forgot the shape of their own face.
Nose fixed. Lips pumped.
Ears clipped.
Soul?
Untraceable.
And the crowd cheers.
“Freedom!”
While they’re chained
to trends and trauma
in silicone smiles.
Think, world.
Men, women, children with filters in their dreams —
if you stripped the mask,
the edits,
the contour,
the surgeon’s signature…
not even a troll
would want you
for soup.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
I wear the badge of honor on my chest,
saying I've been through hell and back
and I'm still living,
some say
that when they've looked into my eyes
they see an undeniable strength
and deep intense pain
so what do I say to that ,
I say that is truth.
But maybe I wanna stop having to feel that
my victim stories
are all who I am
because they are not,
I am only now starting to find myself
at 26 it feels so late in a way
its so hard to relate to many people
I feel like the small talk
makes escape feel easy
or hard whichever way you wanna see it
I feel like I wanna just run again
change my name
so I forget my family
so I forget the religion
that brought me up
to shame myself
my body
my sexuality
and to make me hate my gender
of being a women
when will we stop allowing others
to teach our children hatred
I wanna be a force of fire
in the world
a fire to eradicate the abuse
the hurting the pain
to be the voice of the voiceless
maybe my poetry
helps someone I don't know
maybe this is why I write
real pain exists in the world
but it doesn't end there ,
I am healing ,
but the road can be quite rocky at times
so I wear my battle scars
as a badge of honor
to know I've made it this far
so I can go on
for more
for longer
to hold out for hope
that things will get better and improve.
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 8:57 PM UTC
All I craved for
Is to see more
Of many opportunities
That opens much doors
But I was left with an option
Fake this -perfect this!
What might pays big?
Thou,
Fake burns fast like the enstrunch fire
And perfection rebuilds, reframe, re-brand the inner success fire.
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Let me be who I really am with you
My eyes directly train upon what’s true
My realness experiences your realness
Avoiding deceit or pretense
Authenticity unimpeded
Open heart, sharing my opened mind
The real thing unadulterated
My words and feelings unalloyed
Let me be who I really am with you
An undisputed portrait of me
Meaning what is said honestly
Frankness displayed in every word
Candid truth is what you have heard
I’m the legtimate and upfront article
Let me be who I really am with you
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC
Your voice is one in which I crave.
You make me feel.
You've made me cry, real tears. Not those crocodile ones that the children cry.
Real, wet, hot tears -- euphoric in a sense, the tears, they clear my mind.
They make me see what I couldn't before. A sense of -- enlightenment, perhaps?
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
...is a purple curtain
behind this curtain
is your flesh
behind your flesh
is your ego
behind your ego is the real you
we've been on a journey
like grandpa and grandmom
take me away
take me to the place of the real you
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
#
Apart from the pathological,
there are divine moments of saving--
A diving catch of the heart, if you will..
a defibrillation, through either words,
or action:
A restoration back into normal heart-rhythm..
the causing of a heartbeat-race
(to the point of nearly burst)
a jump-start, if you will
(a poetically-induced, mouth-to-mouth, resuscitation)..
This inclination towards incantation--
the one, nearly feverishly-spoken..
into all things, caged..
into all things, bound.
There is a ship-- set somewhat,sail
on ocean; turbulent,
yet not quite, ghosted.
There is a wind that will always remain
for those, who's sole(soul)-choice
is to but inhabit.
#
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
I got a tattoo for my best friend,
It’s a tombstone,
And every time someone sees it they tell me “I’m so sorry for your loss”
I say that’s okay, she’s alive, we just have a morbid sense of humor,
And they look at me strangely,
Like there’s something wrong with me,
And I always reply,
If I can’t laugh at death, how can I live without fear of dying?
We are not promised tomorrow,
There’s a chance this second could be our last,
My lungs could refuse to **** in air,
Your heartbeat could stutter out at any moment,
Why worry about that ticking tick?
Let me laugh about it now,
So when death does come for me, just like he will come for you,
I can greet him as an old friend,
Instead of the monster we all dream of.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 4:09 AM UTC
I think you are the only one,
Who’s normal in my busy feed.
In crowds, my affection you’ve won,
And are the one who I do need.
They post those pretty, prideful pics,
While you just share so modestly,
Upon a day from one to six
Pictures who are so glittery.
You have some friends who post like you,
Dainty with their beautiful styles,
With pastel pink and pastel blue,
Evoking love, evoking smiles.
Thank you, my distant star-like friend,
Who I know only through my phone,
This with my peace to you I send,
While I do stay to you unknown!
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
writing poems is pretentious they say,
did you know?
apparently I'm stuck up my own ***
if I don't
sorry you act to good to express how
you really feel
you think its 'gay' and 'pathetic'?
well okay
say what you want
I dont care
it makes me feel alive
do you like feeling dead?
it's like your thoughts come to life
and it feels so real
I feel sorry for you,
if you think you're too good to express
or maybe on the other end
you're just too insecure to address?
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
everybody tries to be
a perfectly created masterpiece
yet all i want to show
are my flaws
i want to be so
inevitably flawed
that no one can help
but stare at me
and taste
the bittersweet realness of my being
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
What is 1 to 1.5
currency to relativity
urgency brings negativity
It's not about new tools
it withers your tools bring productivity
The way you slap that old guitar, the way you drive that beat up car
How fast does it run? How long does it last? How fast does it charge?
New can only take you so far
Let that distance your reach be derived from a skill, not from how rich or famous your are.
I often walk, even though I own a car...I prefer feeling the wind, the open-air, it makes me feel like I'm apart of something
The emotions I feel are driven from an organic substance, the dirt that I see the wind that I feel..these constant conflicts between what is man-made and what was here.
The stare of a deer, the tree was its friend, it's now been destroyed to make a path of cement.
That path of cement created a state of solidarity, urban prosperity, violence numbified by media regularities.
Civilizations become the norm, even though we all barely speak to each other physically
Digital formats become our literal floor mats, every result you leave results in a digital footprint, cataloged for the marketing lab rats
Too complex to understand like a physical labyrinth, Let me elaborate
So let me ask you ?! What is 1 to 1.5
Can you live without your social media vices, multimedia devices, tell me the definition of what "like" is
Currency, urgency, thumbs up if you feel like every part of your life is an emergency, if so then share it,
so the world can see
Then watch your conversations about fashion turn into a targeted ad about a jacket that is burgundy
Invasion of privacy? Not if your privacy is for the world to see.
Coincidently that jacket is on sale, so if you buy it this theory will not fail, and if you don't the media will still prevail, it's presence is an entire quarter, meaning it's heads or tails.
That's urgency hiding behind a veil.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Do you have a problem with
The way I
Dress
Talk
And walk
'Cause if you do
***** I'll knock your *** to the floor
I might be ****** up
As all holy hell
But **** hunny
I got way more culture than you'll ever know
I don't give two *****
That you've been across Europe
And seen all Seven Wonders
Because at the end of the day
I still got more love
I couldn't give a flying rat's ***
About your big hair
And prettied up nails
'Cause ***** I'll still **** you up
You wanna mess with me
Go right ahead
I'll tear off your throat
If you talk **** 'bout my people
And I ain't judgin' you for
The way for the funny way you
Talk
Dress
Or walk
I ain't even judgin' you for your upbringing
I, too, can talk in a highly sophisticated manner
With my nose upturned
My hair permed
My nails done weekly
In high heels
From behind the gated community we
Both lovingly call home
I can even join you and your gaggle
Of acquaintances
For a night at the country club
So of course I don't judge you for any of that
***** hunny, I judge you
'Cause o' the way you treat
Me and my family,
Which yes includes friends,
Like we's all some sorta **** you stepped in
Do you have an issue with being real?
'Cause **** you wear
Eau de faux
Like I might be your last breathing sight
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Do you see me?
Or are you just looking?
Do your hear me?
Or are you just listening?
Do you feel me?
Or are we just touching?
Do you want me?
Or are you just caught?
Do you want me?
Or do you just need me?
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
His mind wrapped around my neck like a snake
His eyes were sharp and constant
I Knew they held truth
When they held mine
We spoke to each other in a way that froze time
Lapses of speed and light around us while we sat with our wine in a force field of intensely still and silent air
You could cut with a knife
He's dangerous.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Anyone canst be a interweb lover
Yet whilst thou make it a reality?
Anyone canst be a typewriter buddy,
Yet whilst thou pick up thy fingers and dial?
Such a loss and disconnection this world has taken on as a mask!
Hopeless romance!!
Watching the world slowly commit suicide....
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
We have been invited to a masquerade
We take a moment to halt this crusade
In life There are ups and downs, side to sides, like plaid
In order to find the good inside of us, we must get through the bad
We have been invited to a masquerade
Even though we may feel as if we are being betrayed
Rivers that separate rich folk, poor folk, your folk, my folk
I think it’s time the world finally awoke
We have been invited to a masquerade
We stare, never moving, without a choice, like the milk maid
Dance, sing, anything! I shouldn’t have to persuade
We have been invited to a masquerade
This is not a time to maim, blame or downgrade
We no longer spit our deadly lines
These life lessons should be taken as signs
Be careful what you think, because your thoughts are not your own
“Where did you get this inspiration?” You ask,
Well dear, from my home
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC