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"pokerface" poems
Im tired of all the lies I hide behind, so Im Breaking the ties to the past Long lasting present because the past is the past not a cage, and it also isn't a theatre So this exsistance shouldn't be staged, cause this **** ain't funny like Bellamy, You might think I've gone mad because I'm not listening to what you're tellin' me not to, but I got to, in order to survive, because the self inflincted wounds are healing and hardening,  I'm searching for a deeper punishment, making life more enjoyable, laid back and not so tense, you won't have to worry about what trouble I might be in next, and you won't have to be burdened with disappointment when I fail your tests. So I'll play this life like a game of spades, by the time this game is over, my stomach will be corroded with rage but I'll  keep a pokerface, hidden behind stoner charm, a smile, a handsome face & tinted shades, I know you're clearly blind to my bluffing, and I know you see me today, but my eyes are set on the worries of tomarrow and my mind is still wincing from yesterdays sarrow I'm alive but I'm dying inside because the guilt and shame are smothering me, not to mention I'm choking on regret, Don't fret, because my face isn't turnin' blue, and my pulse isn't speeding up, but my wrists are scarred, but not ****** and please don't worry because this won't happen agian, not making any promises, Lord please forgive me for I know that I have sinned, I just needed some proof to remind me where I've been....
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Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
Conversation With my Reflection
Im tired of all the lies I hide behind, so Im Breaking the ties to the past Long lasting present because the past is the past not a cage, and it also isn't a theatre So this exsistance shouldn't be staged, cause this **** ain't funny like Bellamy, You might think I've gone mad because I'm not listening to what you're tellin' me not to, but I got to, in order to survive, because the self inflincted wounds are healing and hardening,  I'm searching for a deeper punishment, making life more enjoyable, laid back and not so tense, you won't have to worry about what trouble I might be in next, and you won't have to be burdened with disappointment when I fail your tests. So I'll play this life like a game of spades, by the time this game is over, my stomach will be corroded with rage but I'll  keep a pokerface, hidden behind stoner charm, a smile, a handsome face & tinted shades, I know you're clearly blind to my bluffing, and I know you see me today, but my eyes are set on the worries of tomarrow and my mind is still wincing from yesterdays sarrow I'm alive but I'm dying inside because the guilt and shame are smothering me, not to mention I'm choking on regret, Don't fret, because my face isn't turnin' blue, and my pulse isn't speeding up, but my wrists are scarred, but not ****** and please don't worry because this won't happen agian, not making any promises, Lord please forgive me for I know that I have sinned, I just needed some proof to remind me where I've been....
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I am begging "Myself", to rest me from those things moving inside my spirit! I am begging "Myself", to release me from the pain of wearing the PokerFace! I am tired to keep that fire held between my skins... I am fed up with all those beats all over my body and spirit! I am wondering why her name provokes such vibes! I am begging the Unknown place of me, wondering where my life will end with those paths!
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
The Begging!
Immaculate by daylight, Atrocious at dark. The stimulus for flesh makes them moonstruck, Hidden away by an exploit pokerface. Shades of red everywhere, Roses and wine still can't satisfy the cravings. With no guilt and no agony, Everlasting crimes are on each corner. The raven interceded in the turtle dove's life, No longer singing the anomalous melody. Deteriorated DNA samples and clues, The oracle slayer whereabouts remain unknown.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Serial Killer
Three of a kind after your full house My deck of cards has run out Pocket aces? I guess not High cards in hand and ******* at the flop
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Pokerface
The interiors of my brain feel like they're eroding away, The person I once was has surely slipped away Like my mind has sped up and there's no time to catch up Each thought just a string of knots Only to be undone one by one Round after round Knot after knot No empathy for my own brain If it's even worthy of said name Only ever able to get the knots loose Thoughts of using them as my own noose Why everything I once knew all became fairy tales All the stories, all the couples All the glimmer, all the sparkle Now filled with truth We all swallowed the pill, silly youth Everyone always wore a pokerface For that I'd have you to thank I've always had to learn all this, the hard way Too young to comprehend All I did was observe and eventually I would begin to understand Not everything you see, is always what you are to believe And not everything that you've heard, Is to always be perceived so absurd I sought truth behind every lie Just wanted to find some sort of understanding as to why But still I've found everything's too foggy for me to distinguish Like a piece of me is always missing Afraid to keep digging, afraid to look around Afraid I'll find nothing, as if I'm empty and 6 feet underground Afraid to feel anything other than disappointment and sadness Everything is always expected, never any madness Love, is always to become faded Raw emotion is often tainted Will leave you missing and wishing For someone or something that once was Always settling for anything capable of forgetting or sufficing It's as though me and fate have always been kissing Except fate was never on my side And oh how love could always be so blind
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
Fate
The interiors of my brain feel like they're eroding away, The person I once was has surely slipped away Like my mind has sped up and there's no time to catch up Each thought just a string of knots Only to be undone one by one Round after round Knot after knot No empathy for my own brain If it's even worthy of said name Only ever able to get the knots loose Thoughts of using them as my own noose Why everything I once knew all became fairy tales All the stories, all the couples All the glimmer, all the sparkle Now filled with truth We all swallowed the pill, silly youth Everyone always wore a pokerface For that I'd have you to thank I've always had to learn all this, the hard way Too young to comprehend All I did was observe and eventually I would begin to understand Not everything you see, is always what you are to believe And not everything that you've heard, Is to always be perceived so absurd I sought truth behind every lie Just wanted to find some sort of understanding as to why But still I've found everything's too foggy for me to distinguish Like a piece of me is always missing Afraid to keep digging, afraid to look around Afraid I'll find nothing, as if I'm empty and 6 feet underground Afraid to feel anything other than disappointment and sadness Everything is always expected, never any madness Love, is always to become faded Raw emotion is often tainted Will leave you missing and wishing For someone or something that once was Always settling for anything capable of forgetting or sufficing It's as though me and fate have always been kissing Except fate was never on my side And oh how love could always be so blind
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your face seems so calm as if you know whats going to happen next "i dare you" i say and smile "what else" you ask as you put the little figure down and suddenly "checkmate" i am aware of the loss yet i am still hoping "i won" "i know" i say "what are you waiting for then" "i dont know" i say my eyes burn i try to fight back those tears traitors "i won" you say "i won" again i shake my head "i dont care" "but i won" "lets play one more time" i beg i never beg you look confused but do not refuse "another one" i position my king you position yours "what if you lose" you look at me gently "then i lost" i position my queen you position yours "the queen is indeed the mightiest of all" i say as i do the opening move you put on your pokerface i dont bother putting mine on "your turn" "this leads to nothing" you say you see it dont you you are losing the game goes on "this leads to nothing" you say again I crack a smile my fingers set the next move this is your end you stare at me i grin your face filled with pain "checkmate" you say maybe you really suffered more even when you won
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
the game
The world’s your oyster, Your daddy said, but he Lied as often as a parrot Pees, strung you out like Wet washing. You are the World’s spit bowl, the some Thing unmentionable beneath Their shoe, or so it seems, at Least to you, lying awake at Night, watching the shadows On the ceiling, feeling the Groping hands of Cunningham, Knowing what he wants, always Wants, the groper of the dark, Sniffing the air, remembering The lost babe, the wrapped Shawl, white like snow, the Dead babe taken away, bad For business, Mrs Griffen said, Having a child around, best off Where, you’ll get over, all things Come and go. Never forget that. White against the black dress, The mass, the priest with his Pokerface features, the coffin Lowered. You know the tune Of grief, understand the wants Of men, feel the emptiness of The world’s shell, touch the edges Of love’s feel, and just when day’s Light pushes through the shutters, Cunningham turns over, farts And mutters. Some oyster, this is, You think, some relationship, what A dingy room, what a life, what a stink.
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
WORLD'S OYSTER. (OLD POEM).
Its 3 am and Im sticking to my phone There's no one really to call me But Im still hanging on like a stone So I ****** thinking and promo And later Got my MOJO back Its like I can do it all night with my slow-mo knack Said she love pearls and 2XL Nexus ****** up, trynna find next exit Thats too much for love, just some fake velvets So everyone's got f-ed up, delusionally Stop the watch and look out at this foolery Cuz now everyone likes to be fly, prudery Plus these tipsys don't love me anymore Ran out as my pants fell down on the floor So I'll rewind my song like Nazis on the roll So just **** up and let me get back it Too much on the line Mr.Pragmatic What's up, ignore if you are mad at it Pokerface, no ace but no ripper Almost passed out as she showed the zipper Am I overthinking or is it cuz of the liquor You killed my vibe like you some kendrick I'll probably do her again even it takes medic It's like a kamikaze **** without any credit
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
My Life Is A Metaphor