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The Whisper Feb 2015
So long have I been filled with doubt,
Too afraid to let pour out.
But tonight, in the midst of the storm in my spirit,

I curse your name and all that you are.

Hollow and fake.
You're no "give" and all "take".
When you speak of your life,
I can feel my hair turning gray.
I despise what you are.
I loathe what you say.
But what disgusts me the most is what you do everyday.

Liar. Sham.
You were all along.
You'd cut your own arm off before admitting you're wrong.
Prideful. Ungrateful.
You reek of greed.
Unable to distinguish what you want from what you need.

Selfish. Vain.
Quick to point a finger.
But when you are selfish,
You're the last one to linger.

Continue your fascade. Maintain the charade.

Karma's almost here and you're in the way.
Felix Sladal Sep 2017
I see your ghost everywhere
The ghost of who you once were
Before all the **** went down in your brain
The beauty that flowed from you till you woke up from the dream that was your life
That dream shattered right out
Right out from under you
Made you want to forget
Forget who you were
All brought for nought
Fragments still rattle
Behind your eyes

Those candy rock promises someone whispered in the night
Lost that luster, didn't they?
Couldn't find the silver lining?
What was once radiant phosphorescence
Became gangrenous and insipid
Leaving a malodorous taste
Stagnant in your mouth
The feast turned to crumbs left for the rats under your skin
You become to stately for our  unostentatious life
Now you've painted the Petunia's colors of your choice
Rearranged your furniture
To play at being all grown-up

Bit of turpentine blotted on the canvas might smear the lines
But that won't erase your past
Your fingerprints are etched into
Every discarded can of spray paint
Lips carved into the pores of to much skin
You'll slice them off to get rid of the feelling
Keep up your newly minted fascade
That caused you such strife
To grow in the petri dish
Under your mothers sink
While you tryed to burn your
Bridges to ashes
Ashes embedded forevermore under your fingernails


Now you linger in ghosts
Haunting cities you've never been to
Places you're naught to see
In them breathes a
Chilly air wishing to keep you alive
Paul Sep 2011
I don't know
why I can't remember
the first moment I realized
that your warmth, inviting and unrequited,
had rekindled the flame of my own self-worth.

I wish I'd seen it coming,
How the light from your soul
would cascade like summer sunlight
across my fair skin, warming
even my darkest inner recesses.

I didn't protect myself from you.
The purity and radiant brilliance
of your smile has burned a change in me,
forcing me to peel away layers of a dead fascade
that I have hid behind for years.

I didn't see you leave.
Although it hurts me to say,
you were worth all pain.
I wish I could still live protected,
enveloped by your light- invisible to most, Ultraviolet.

I will look for you amongst the stars,
which you taught me can connect kindred spirits
across thousands of miles of apologies and tears,
regrets and dreams. For if I search for you
in the North Star, and you still look there for answers,

Then in that instant!

its guiding light might bring you back to me,
bridging an ocean of mistakes I made
at the speed of light, so that I might bear witness to thee..
that I am a better man today, tomorrow, and forever,
because you were my angel in disguise <3
Copyright Paul September2011
Marshal Gebbie Aug 2010
Dante’s dance of death arrives
Sparrows take to air
And massive nimbo-cumulous
Soar to lightnings vivid flare.
The final page is almost read
Incredulous am I
That Lady Luck has touched my soul
Allowing me to cry.

To watch a scarlet sunset sink
Into a sea of green
And feel the chill of evening stroke
My mortal fascade’s sheen.
Cavorting fillies canter
In blue nightfall’s velvet pall
Whilst the crystal tones of crispness
Peal from distant blackbird's call.

The magnificence of feeling
Permeates my very soul
And the factored life impermanence
Magnifies the spirit’s hold.
A sensate wave of gladness
Washes over all I see
And the brilliant joy of being
Lifts the fear of death from me.

Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
21 August 2010
This dismay, it's all that i know
the endless result of which i grow
my anger right now urges me to smash
stomp out your teeth and break all this glass
this fragile fascade you portray to all
will not long last after you fall
fall down as you've pushed me
into all this glass
The transparent confines wont be my last
because i never give up and so I must smash
Day Dec 2016
It gets a little harder, then usual
To hide how ghostly you feel.
Suddenly, you become more aware
That you haven't left your room in days.
You think more about your smile
And all the hurt pushing it up.
It's hurt a bit more,
To keep up with the fascade.
Suddenly you live in the basement,
In the room with no windows.
Searching for some little ray,
Any proof that the sun still shines.
To grab and throw up in the air,
To scream
"Look!"
*"I'm still here..."
I know a few things
Experience has taught me that
I can be a wonderful act
Only in my ******* up mind
I'm an illussionist
So many faces I wear
I'm not good in public
I put on a fascade
Make the most of it
It isn't what I decided
It just how things are
Trying to be a believer
When all else fails
Elias Nov 2018
The aspect of unknown world's is alluring.
The pursuit for knowledge is all about enduring, looking where no one has looked,
Seeing what no one has seen.
Answers we hope to glean,
Hidden behind smoke screens.

We push and shove,
Through the endless crowd,
Trying to make a name for ourselves,
Trying to stand out.
"For science"
The red curtain
Our classic fascade.

Glory to the one who finds the truth.
Love for the one who plays the game.
Wealth, for the ones born into a name.

And the rest of us are better off avoiding the stage.
Briscoe Sep 2019
I saw a silver dime.
She reflected my face.
She echoed my voice.
She said something sensitive.
Her every word's set in steel.

Shrapnel pillow lying in the gutter,
How about Heads or tails?
I admit, I've heard tales
Proposing you're a risk.
Both in your bed to rest.
And you're the bed for rust
And dust.

Shrunken moonshine lying in the gutter,
If I plucked you up and picked you
Like a poppy from among midnight dew
Aloft flowers, reflecting your much bolder brother.

Silver fascade, if you're devotion fades
If you discard me, if you turn away
So I may only see your tail.
No, you're right, what a rude question.
If I pick you, like flesh from the skeleton
Will you remain?
"the one who wants to love you, but often
isn’t good at even that, the one who
doesn’t want to be diminished
by how much she wants to be yours."
-Ada Limón
Briscoe Aug 2019
You gave me my first breath with lips which kissed.
I have seen you since in a fantasy.
Truly I am caught and cannot resist
Eyes that pierced me and showed me beauty.
Do you see I fiercely fight my features?
My fascade that won't betray my intents
Through portrayal of struggle down deeper.
Fights to fend off faces of discontent
You notice in a simmering surface.
Nightly I have not slept, kept up with thoughts
Throughout the darkness. So I must say this,
For better or worse, I am fully forced,
Truly entangled with you and I will never
Replace your lipstick red mark
With shades of surrender.

— The End —