"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....
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
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!
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
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.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
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
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
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
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
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
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
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.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC