"glamourized" poems
Inhale close your eyes
Open your mind exhale
Now it's time to Set sail
To where wild things are
Just imagine ahh! Real monsters
Now do you see a beautifully unique creature?
Or did you cringe with grimance by sheer glimpse of each and every feature?
Actions speak louder than words that’s true,
but that hideous monster was you.
Your actions seem nice
that monster reflected in your eyes, so i thought twice.
A raw soul exposed
Pain flourishes because failure to even recognize
yourself
Pure and true divine and all
a mortal god
Not how you fantasized un-glamourized
de-romantized
Flaws and scars from wall to ******* wall
Words are full of lies
Actions a mere disquise
Don’t buy their decietful bribes
If you’re going to believe in anything
Believe in the vibes seeping from deep inside
Believe in their monsters cries
I Believe In what I see
I see monster’s hiding in every skin I meet
I Believe in the monster in
me
Just imagine real monsters
roaming free
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
this is how i die an array of colours flashed
hippy's tie die shirt glamourized before me
a 60s hendrix tripping vibe
too much deception, not enough communication
silence was the biggest killer...
after all most deaths are silent
and the dead don't speak
but who says they're not listening
a record collection of conversations stored in heathe ledger's memory files , the frontal lobe archives
just like the front side of the incoming car
just like the front side of the quickly approaching cliff ledge
just like the frontal assault i planted on myself,
but my pain is temporary...it is everyone else i know who must bear it for a lifetime if they discontinue this domino effect
(i'm not talking about domino's pizza)...pizza hut OBVIOUSLY
I ordered the extra large cheese with a side of jalapeno's because this one if going to burn with a cheesy ending
how could you miss it.... i wrote it in my death note.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
Bugsy's dream Operatic fountains synchronized streams
Dead music legends interpreted by cirque
glamour the eyes neon and distractions
gangster's paradise
imploded and expanded stars in the sky out shined by fluorescent sands
desert roads in summer throes
craps and snake eyes
piercingly like void venom artifice and slots easy as swallowing shots
life: a machination of mannequins
electric pulse of a new heart
as mob money mobs sincerely catering service champagne rooms
since greed barely sleeps
and lust is always hungry... it be only history now viral and industry
sin city
once only an idea, a peanut
from - y'know - "like whoa! what the frank??..."
but gotta hand it
the business took legit crooks, stashing books, making whoop...
dream getaways by blue moons
in blue pools
privacy like freedom is a pension crap toss
EXPENSIVE...
where those blind to consequence
can witness
(convertible caddy)
the highway to losing grace seeing is half believing when gambling
feels like a game, and the surroundings
rarely change.
Where the indifferent ego
Idled by self
becomes a parasitic pretender
talented liar
actor to some... walking among
the vapid vehemency of true victors & kings
brilliantly glamourized
in billboard lights
numbingly blinking hypno hyper active analogues
of high def diminishment
of common folly logic
displacia of senses
fairy-dust of forgetting (in a Benjamin straw)
duty discarded
familial responsibility a hollow weight
a close second to desperations
the hustle was once a dance
the true crime and you
metro and the fool
willing food flash floods and tour buses full
just to be had
gangster pimped out a city
called it "the table"
dubbed by sin
stole some cash
catering to our vices / service entrance in the back
"What happened in vegas...?"
some call it being had ...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
play me like a piano
so I could love you like my favorite song
synthesize a melody for me
while I crystalize my memory
sorry I overanalyzed this
thought we might summarize
the glamourized masks we put on.
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 6:07 PM UTC