"believeable" poems
I
am
unbearable.
You're
un-
shutupable.
That's
un-
believeable.
You're throwing
"You're
un-
reliable".
Sorry that it happened to you dear.
We shouldn't have gone this way
"We weren't together" you say.
Yeah, I'd comfort myself
like this
from where you stay.
"Sorry for betrayal
if that's what you wanna hear"
"Fine,
we both know
you'll pay"
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
I've found that I've become more believeable when lying than when telling the truth.
I hope you trust me.
Because I'm sure it'd be much easier to if i was lying.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 9:37 AM UTC
i forged this
identity through
tear soaked
pillowcases and
blood stained
mattresses,
through
days when god
never showed
herself.
i found myself
in places where
love and heartbreak
walk hand in hand.
this one face
is all
i have.
it is inadequate
to you.
you and your
many faces, all
so polished, all
so believeable.
you line them up
on your dresser
at night, beside
meaningless
objects that
bring you
comfort.
you think i am
the weak one.
you accepted
whatever identity
was handed to you.
you are forceless-
a marionette doll,
they will all
pull the strings
and watch you
dance.
you are
lifeless.
you
laid down
and you
died.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC
*the most ancient reason there is.
we do things in order to gain approval
or avoid judgement.
we will wear masks to hide our faces, thoughts, and personalities, to shield that which we think will be judged, in order to gain acceptance.
we will do things, say things, and even be things to gain approval, even if we disapprove of it.
we are the fake at generation, ruled by fear and raised to be rebels.
my mask is a ***** who over estimates herself and doesn't care about others and never gets scared.
But how long can one stay in character, before they become the character...
and aren't they one in the same...
the best lies are based on the most truth.
therefore the masks we wear and the facades we create that earn us the approval and exile us from judgement, are the most believeable lies, which shows that the character, scriptwriter and actor are all the same.
so just how fake are we...?*
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
She’s so insecure, yet the prettiest girl I know
She walks the halls with her head down when I look up to her
She talks so quiet, I think it’s because she’s afraid guys will far for her beautiful voice
She doesn’t even try to look nice
Her worst days are some girls best days
When she tries, she’s the queen in my mind
She rules my world
If I had the chance, I would take her hand and make her happy
When she says love, she makes it sound believeable
When she cries my world stops
I could think all day about her
But the situation I’m in would not progress
When we text, I have to think
She hides her smile, she shouldn’t
Because I know if she didn’t she could cure a blind person
Such a representation of excellence to me
But here I am doing nothing about it
Again
Im scared she won't believe me
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC