"pretences" poems
I recently got reminded... Oh how I am caught
In a delicate web of disillusions
Make me see what is actually not
Make invisible my heart's secret questions
Been successful in putting aside all grief
But truth has it's way to make you pay
You can bury all grievances; you can mask all disbelief
But it'll all catch up; these things you've kept at bay
Make your silly compromises
To have the the best you just make allowances
Keep up your futile pretences
Accommodate your selfish preferences
Day had dawned where each question need their answer
Questions I've shrugged and left unaddressed
Indistinguishable when fact and fiction begin to blur
When dreams and reality have coalesced
Tonight I lay with the load I bring
Body asleep with my heart fully awake
Blessing or curse, this rude awakening
Decisions and choices left for the following suns to make
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Taffeta dress.
Pink bows and ribbons,
Plaited elegantly through her shiny hair.
Shoes made of crystal glass.
Azure eyes that allure.
Princes and spinsters.
All vying for love.
In ball gowns.
Feel the frowns.
The pauper descends.
Out of place, amid friends.
Pretences of sisters who whisper and moan.
Two sisters and mother that clamour the throne.
They're trying for love.
Met on the staircase.
We really don't really care case.
Sisters on ladders of heels,as they stagger .
Their mouths filthy as bladders and bowels.
Nasty creatures.
Vile in lust.
Lustful greed.
Maternal demon seed.
Stepmother, toxically crumbles to dust.
Crone godmother.
A quick sip of milk.
Cinderella my lovely became but a sylph.
Dispelled stepmother and daughter's that cussed.
Transport to the princes ball.
In a pumpkin, should maybe have been made into a sickly sweet pie.
Lizards as footmen, stood fast on the back on the coach pulled by white mice.
The creatures were shocked.
By the changes, all the rearrangements.
Built up with Cinderella before, a creature comfort kind of rapport.
Be back by midnight said the fairy godmother, she knew he'd really grow to love her.
Midnight came midnight went.
A glorious evening only lent.
She tripped on the stair,
Nobody cared, except the prince and cute cinders.
She lost her shoe, in a hurry to flee.
Prince himself picked it up, unable to believe in lady luck was meant to be.
He searched his dominions far and wide, just to find his princess bride.
All the best things found in fairy tales.
What do I find?
Just slugs and snails.
Yep, you guessed it I'm a bit of a cynic.
(c)Livvi MMCV
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Percepts of enlightenment & civilization to encounter
The grim aftermath of tales unspoken from the galaxies afar
Betokening Indian tales of deeper truths than ever,
For the Great Spirit still swirls in gestures previously milder,
At a snail's pace and surely winning the pursuit among souls or
Is example better than pre-conceived precept?
or
“Is that a dog in the manger?”
Now cherishing the viper?
The human dilemma between liberty & authority?
“Has mythology now become psychology?”
A dingy white color in disguise of tranquility
To suit the blemished features of the 21st century
With fair women & brave men turning fables into verse,
Yet Socrates’ doctrine about death bespeaks a wafture so callous!
The new-age “iron claw” screams nastiness in time and space.
The pretences of mankind like the puritan;
Mars trapped in the net of Vulcan,
Jupiter is serene and above the conflict to win,
While Venus tries to fight upon the plains of troy
That the Greek gods of serenity may win at Tuscany.
“When do these sultry groans of mortal remorse cease?”
To calm the sordid uproar that Love may peruse
Through the scattered white aromatic rose petals
In search of the scintillating path back to the highland stables
Were snowflakes are an irresistible lure for the Arctic snowbirds!
Nature herself is proud of her designs
Yet!
There is nothing grating in mortal cosmoses but direct villainy.
Sinister fate climbs the lonesome banister faster
Before the “fanged dawn” descends nearer,
As stronger minds virtually become weaker;
These “shameless actors” are melted into “thin air”
“Must they cheat themselves with that same foolish vice of honesty?”
Mischievousnesses feed!
Like beasts till they be fat, and then they bleed
As they are led to bend the curve of “No return”
Since it is only rational that after the darkest of nights
There is a brighter day to reveal the true knights
Of the once gloomy age of Democritus.
Tis plain, from hence, that our vows
Request hurtful intense things,
or useless at the best.
Sep 17, 2009
Sep 17, 2009 at 5:16 AM UTC
Drip...
The ice melts and drips
Onto withered, frosty grass
Drip...
The ice falls onto
Dead flowers that have no hope
Of ever living again
Drip...
Fingers snapping off
Bits of the ice
That drips onto their thin gloves
Drip...
That sad little sound
That's feeble and painful
To hear after the Christmas parties
That
Drip...
With more fake pretences
Of over exaggerated happiness
And joy
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Do you...
Imagine my ****** expressions that match the nuances in my voice
Tell me of all the attention you get from other boys
Take deep trembling breaths just to hold back the tears
Feel the angry tides as you swallow your fears
Clutch your pillow tight and pretend that it's me
Let it soak up the drops as you sob quietly
Look at the moon adoringly as I do
Knowing that I see the same one too
Replay the words you heard me say
Read my words over and over, to get through your day
Cringe at the idea that we both have to hide
When really we want to spread our wings and glide
Sigh with despair when it all seems to fall apart
Pick on life's lashing when they start to smart
Picture me before sleep in bed as you lay
Let me run till slumber takes you away
Well up every time you miss
Close your eyes shut every time we kiss
Pace up and down as we share days' events
Try to be strong hearing each others' laments
Cover your face when you cry?
Grieve over time spent apart that fly on by
Take breaths in between words or in between sentences
Sigh deeply poring over our wild pretences
Blush red when sweet nothings you hear
Bite your lip when you need me near
Sing in your heart when you hear my voice
Dance secretly with me as your choice
Always think of different ways to sweep me off my feet
Rush of blood with the quickening of your heartbeat
Imagine the way I am as I do you
Get breathless when you say I love you
Feel a stab when we argue about nothing
Wasted words when much more needed saying
Weaken in the knees when for you I'd sing
Find catching yourself to stop yourself from buckling
Sit on the bathroom floor,
Only to let the shower pour
As you hug your knees to your chest
Assuring yourself that it's all for the best
Wish for a second just so you could see
With naked eyes and not imaginatively
Do you?
Because I do...
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
A bird sings joyfully
in the tranquillity of a moment
as the sun rises
without pretences or affectation
over canned compliments
anguish, alienation
scrambled egos and lonely words.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
A thousand miles of empty way,
happiness is far away
Horizon seems to be the hope,
but as I walk it drifts away
Dusty wind resisting me,
I can't see my destiny
Thirst of life is killing me,
wished for rain, but now it's drowning me..
A hundred ways of pretences,
but now I'm done, I'm no more restless
I'm resting here, but it's such a mess,
when will I get rid of this tiredness!
Heart is beating but there's no blood,
all washed away in disguised flood
Day light dies drowning the sun,
Now I'm all alone, my shadow's gone...
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
Congratulations.
You have done it –
Created such a spectacular façade
no one will even try
to see what’s behind it.
No one will get a peek
at the wreck you are within.
So rejoice.
You have achieved what you set out to do.
Kept everyone out.
No one knows you are broken;
no one is looking to fix you.
And you are so busy
keeping up your false pretences,
you haven't noticed
the walls you built
to keep the world at bay
have also fenced you in.
The world shall only see
what you want it to see.
You are safe
in your steel cage.
Really,
well done.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Up and down strange alleyways,
We ride our bike into fences,
knocking over garbage bins,
spilling out all pretences.
Look at the side of my face as I speak,
my mouthed syllables’ suit.
Recognize the shapes I am known to make,
hear my clubs on mute.
Short runways are carpeted tarmacs,
take offs for toy planes.
Neon flags guiding us to square landing strips,
ignoring shin splints and ankle strains.
It's much too late again,
I'm in the bathroom practicing ****** expressions,
locking them into muscle memory
for my future confessions.
Let’s repeat the same mistakes,
until we have them perfected.
We’ll loop our lives,
what's not a refrain will be rejected.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
To find somewhere I feel I belong
Someone to connect with
Without pretences
Without hidden motives
Without prejudices
Someone to share,
someone who cares
Some place peaceful and nice
Cozy and warm
Like their welcoming open arms
In a patch of this world
Real or surreal
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
For just a moment
Would you slip away with me
Into dark corners of anonymity
Could we lose the fear.
The consequence.
Can you loop your fingers in mine with the simplicity of a lover
And push aside the flush of watching eyes.
Be the steady tide in my ocean of melancholy
And wash away these familiar faces
With their poison darted tongues
Glass hearts overflowing
With the bitterness of realism and lost ideals
Can we lose our pretences
Our falsities and masks
And let our minds meet in serenity
Sheltered from a world of turmoil
From wars and tears
Outward pressures and inner conflicts.
Lets live instead within honesty and earnest hearts
In hidden tracks and secret words
Where we can speak our own truths in roaring solitude
In silent riots that enflame my heart and remind my soul to sing
In this moment
Can I be nameless
Faceless
Can I disappear into the love behind your eyes
And be remade inside the warmth of your opened arms
Can I vanish from the humdrum
From the familiarity of the accepted
And walk with you down foreign streets of passion and vitality
Hand in hand
Two beacons alight with fire
Standing tall against an encroaching dusk of normality and routine
Just for now
Can we be anonymous
Can we be unknown
Maybe then we can learn to know ourselves
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
the palace of the moment having sold out
of her usual tear soaked apparel
and her casual wear fascination needing a
quick fix lead her across the wastelands the shopping plaza
to this wind-soaked backlot and its hidden wonderland
the store has no sing
just a off green door with the words
only the accursed may leave
she shimmies through the door
he makes his way up endless sidewalk
doing a little dance step every few feet
because he knows that is what a madman
would do in his place
his rags are the best he could muster
but they will serve
to be mad is fashionable
and appearance and substance is everything
he mutter to himself
he walks the rainswept backlot and its blatant ****** factory
and finds a green door with the words
****** your own pretences
he slips inside to gaze with open awe
she keeps her politics in her pocket
the latest soapbox to preach the ******** line from
politics fashionista who dabble in whatever
the latest trend on facebook seems to lend
new age drivel or some bomb throwing **** with
a distrust of anything that might be another point of view
got a real open mind
long as it something she wants to hear
shes occupying the breeze block in the backlot
sitting by a green door with the words
believe in nothing and that's all you'll have
she whimpers at the thought
but she trots in to take a look
he washes the blood off his hands
but it never washes away
don't judge me you aint
seen enough
been enough
known enough
to judge much of anything
sleepwalk through your days
with your diapers and handbills
inviting to the great change that'll never come
its all just a fashion statement
social tyrants protesting political tyrants
go find your green door
find out if its a lion or lamb
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
I've shun all my pretences
I've dropped my defences
I am unarmed and vulnerable
The exposure of my truth is now inevitable
I had feared that this day would be probable
I'm tired of running and hiding
All my dark secrets are finding their way out of my soul's closet
Is this it??
The end of me... The end of all relationships
The chance of a having a somewhat normal life evaporating into thin air
My soul now bare and exposed
Revealing the monster inside of me ..
...Everyone now witnessing the imposter I truly am
My mask is gradually slipping off
How much longer can I play this game of hide and seek with my dark monster
I'm losing control
I don't think I can lie and pretend anymore
The burden of keeping this dark secret is just too much
But telling the truth will destroy it all
I'll be back to being a loner
Discarded like an old and obsolete piece of furniture
Discriminated against like I'm afflicted with some infectious disease
Avoided like I'm something dangerous
I was always a bit different..
...Weird in my own way
...Doing things most people around me would do and...
...Pretending to be normal was the only way to blend in
...Perhaps I was a fool to think that I could **** the monster inside of me
My inner monster and I... We're inseparable I guess
...but then again let me ask you all this... Ultimately aren't we all in some way or the other pretending to be normal???
I mean what is normal???
One man's normal is another man's crazy and vice versa.... Isn't it???
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
Damaging choices
Circumstances of lust
You loved me under false pretences
This futile chasing of beauty mistaken for meaning
Gone forever with the summer breeze
These illusions,
The touching of your skin, it doesn't mean a thing
But it will always be the mind turning things around
To create empty beauty to love, to fill the void of ennui
But it shatters under scrutiny when we try to get closer,
Try to breathe it in to reality
It dissipates
It disappears
Each time
So stay under the dome of imagination
Never try to merge it with reality
Love is a game
You can't always win.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
Diane,
I enter this mysterious town welcomed by the eyes of strange owls seeping through the trees like city lights.
The wooden town, primitive in its functions, is set to the backdrop of two twin peaks, bursting out from the earth.
The ground is uneven from the roots of the great trees it has given birth to.
Looming above like majestic pillars erecting the sky with their enormous height.
Yes, there is definitely a mystic hidden in the misty air that’s lingering low along the ground.
Covering up the what’s, they why’s and the how’s.
Of this young girl, who walked with fire,
And got burned, ***** and torn.
With her body in a bag, sealed and taped,
Sent down the stream, sailed the lake and drifted to shore.
There’s an answer here somewhere to this masquerade ******
It’s hidden under layers of false pretences of which I am going to have to use my sixth sense to understand.
No, this case may be more dangerous than I come have dreamed possible.
Ps, I think I have the right to suspect that the owls are not what they seem.
Goodnight, Diane.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
They named her Chloé
delicately winged
an entity of
magical pretences.
She was a goddess of
mythical Greece
a child so bright
skipping below moonlight.
Wild children run
hibernate within
homes of trees
squirrels, birds, flight.
Summer comes to bloom
rose-printed butterflies
predicting destiny
of living as one.
A guest she became
an adopted soul
intense philosophies of
paths unknown.
Collected lies bring
anew misunderstanding
in her the ever
wandering romantic.
Tears filled a
blessing for the one
that would forever
set
her
free.
© Sia Jane
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Give me all your pretences,
'cause i have no defences
Hide away your prejudices,
i've thrown all my dices
Put me on a pedestal,
'cause i like being the fake royal
All the time,...
... all the time...
That's how i'm fine,
all these times...
Let me know again how it feels to fly...
for i don't care if it's just your lie...
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
We mastered the art of pretending until we believed we are who we pretend to be.
We didn't realize that we lost ourselves in the process.
We pretended to be okay and we ended up believing that we are.
We didn't realize that the more we pretend the more we are breaking.
We got lost in our pretences and forgot about reality.
Hey! Wake up and try to find yourself before you lose the last part of you.
We mastered the art of pretending until we believed we are who we pretend to be.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
It's a shame when you have a good thing going
& people want to intervene.
They don't want you to have
They get jealous & mean.
Their lives are not going well
They have nothing at all.
Instead of enjoying watching you prosper
They pray for your downfall.
They see you happy they will rather
Ruin what you have.
They see a crack in your foundation
They will be so glad.
They try to end your happiness
When God gives you favor.
They try to destroy your blessing
Before you could even savor it.
Meddlers are people whose
Lives are a mess.
They hate to see others happy
Until you're broken they won't rest.
They'll smile in your face
While twisting the knife in your back.
They're relentless in destroying you
They're always on the attack.
They'll whisper in others ears
Trying to tear you down with words.
If you have a meddler, in your life
Cut them off, kick them to the curb.
Meddlers are the lowest thing
The Devil contributed to this earth.
Once you come in contact with them
Your life will be cursed.
They live in misery
& dabble in destruction.
They are all about hurting those around them
With deceit & corruption.
I had a meddler in my life
Their actions destroyed my family.
We tried to help the meddler out
They were so smooth with it
That we were too blind to see.
We didn't see in time
What were really their true intentions.
They had us fighting amongst each other
& did I forget to mention
How we took in a meddler
We allowed them in our residence
But they came to us under
False pretences.
They said they needed help
& we tried to be there.
But they destroyed my family
& they didn't care.
They tore a wedge between us
We fought all the time.
They just watched us destroy ourselves
& stood on the sidelines.
They took pride in watching
Our family dissipate.
They liked watching us crumble
They watched our family deteriorate.
Now my children miss their father
They are in so much pain.
The father leaves
But the meddler remains.
God don't like ugly
& that meddler showed their true colors.
They ruined a family
But they'll soon discover.
God will give me strength & in his grace
I'll continue to grow.
My faith will not waiver
My inner light will still glow.
I'll let that meddler enjoy this victory
Because I truly don't care.
I've got God on my side
So meddler beware.
I'll never wish you any harm
I want your life to grow.
But remember this meddler
You reap what you sow.
So if you can't get ahead
& you're always in a bind.
Remember Romans 12:19
The Lord said "Vengeance Is Mine"
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
There is
Nothing.
There was
Nothing.
We made it
Something.
But before that,
It was nothing.
These dumb
Pretences,
These shows
Of emotion.
All based on
The face
We made.
The words
We say,
Must we
Say them?
The prayers
I pray
Are all
I have.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
Welcome to this brave new world
no longer needing reality
into this new existence you’re hurled
we will replace everything with fantasy
you would like to live beyond your senses,
to transcend mortality
Embrace the illusion,
Existence vaporises itself
spreading the confusion
It has its breaches its glitches,
but you want to be fooled
you want somebody to flip the switches
you want to be ruled
live in anonymity to avoid consequences
Project the right fictional life of pretences
Embrace life in the simulation
Reality is to plain and you are too trivial
Avoid the frustration
Swiftly avoid the material
Reconstruct your existence the way you always sought
Fill the void inside,
To the old you give no more thought
your former has died
destroy the absence drifting within
You new life will fast begin
Remake yourself to cast the divinity
you always craved to be
indulge all the sins you hunger secretly
as a slave of the deception
you will finally feel free
close you eyes and allow yourself to drift
it will not take long now
Uploading complete...
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:20 AM UTC
Don't tell me I'm better
Because my scars are healing
Or because my ribs no longer break skin
Don't tell me I seem fine
Because I look like a real girl now
You can't see the battle raging within
Don't tell me I'm better
When you see me eating pizza
Or taking morning pills to keep me quiet
Don't tell me I seem fine
Because I can sit and laugh out loud
And I can make jokes until the night
Don't tell me I'm better
I've been polluting my lungs
Until my insides are smoke and tar
Don't tell me I seem fine
I can't get out of bed every day
I cry apathetically to the stars
Don't tell me I'm better
You can't tell just by looking at me
Or believing the smile I paint on each day
Don't tell me I seem fine
How can you know my racing mind
You can never judge illness this way
Don't tell me I'm better
Because I no longer have the energy to cut
Or starve but that isn't alright
Don't tell me I seem fine
If I talk to you about normal things
Being able to pretend is not the same as fine.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC