"unauthentic" poems
I'm not trying to be unauthentic, im just trying to stay...cool
rhymes with meaning are sweet like cherries, chocolate, whipping, and ******* gurl!
I love when I make u smile, the wordless cool goes with the flow
good vibrations and time is patient, it's cool so just go with the flow
I'm loving mother nature, and i just sipped fine berry wine
don't **** my vibe and let me rhyme, time after time be mystified
Let me guide u on this journey, let us not rush
Because
Because, u and I we're in no hurry
and what we got is time, time, time
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
I’ve peace at unbalance,
It’s lightly cocked to the left
It’s as good as it might get
To be centered is unnatural
It’s unauthentic
My stomach can hardly bear it
I’m slightly jealous
Just so my heart can hurt
A little bit
I’m handsome in a ugly way
I’ve got a lazy eye
and a beard that quite won't fill
It took awhile to learn how to tie my shoe.
It's fine, I like laughing, poetry too
I'd like to think so
Almost good
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
Original thought is not knocking at my door. It seems there's very little original thought at all any more.
Put my brain back in storage up on the musty shelf. Seems everything I believe in is learned from someone else.
I just simply repeat back the things I've been taught. Year after year repeating thought after thought.
A collection of opinions, words of others that I spout. Seems the easy way, so I open my mouth and they fall out.
The politicians and teachers and experts and the news. Have radically systematically denied my freedom to choose.
Unwitting copycat and imitator who historically repeats himself. Without a genuine idea, put my brain back on the shelf.
Has everything I've learned and believe and everything I know, produced an unauthentic me, God help me if it's so.
A wealth of original ideas, that would be my kind of wealth. If not take what I've got and put my brain back on the shelf.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
The search for meaning leaves me uneasy
History is fabricated,rewritten,unauthentic
In the eye of the sky and it's timeless nature
We are stardust exploding into a void
Destroyed and insignificant
Like tiny working ants purely genius and intricate
but far too small to appreciate
On this grand scale I inhale deeply
to capture a moment to hold it
and with one reflex the moment is lost
Vanishing into thin air
Invisible even in it's birth
So what is the meaning?
Why can I capture the world in my spectacles?
What if I draw down the blinds or cure cancer?
So what I might add to the former and latter
I am simply a jungle gym
A step on a latter for children to climb on
It goes on and on until death dawns
Inevitably killing the human song
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
This is hard for me to admit because I'm strong willed and stubborn
But I wish you never left me for your original lover
Thought that we had somethin'...
Really, maybe it was nothin'
Maybe you showed me all your cards but I still thought you was bluffin'
By no means can you push me and make me fall any harder
Why must the toughest lessons come from misery, heartbreak and trauma?
You broke through my armor,
Taught me how to speak drama,
Things was heating up so much our hearts molded together like angry lava.
Cause passion means pain and love means stress
Nothing worst than giving someone your all only to receive back less.
I gave it all to you, you hit the nail on the chest
You really must of meant it when you whispered "I want to forever put your heart at rest"
Maybe I'm being aggressive like you always said
"I hate you" "get away" & "Please drop dead"
Must of not recognized that words hurt just like fist
Maybe I should of R estrained myself from calling you a "selfish b!tch"
But you pushed me to this
Don't lie, you know it
Must of forgotten. It's not a good idea to **** off a poet.
Now you're just words, ink that's bleed from my pen
Your evil to my nightmares, my suffocation to vent
My soul is clouded and bent
I have nothin left
They say you prosper when your body starts to slowly regress
And I have no regrets
They say "you live and you learn"
Got that tatted permantially on all the scars from your lashings and burns.
(You cut me deep)
You morally killed me, mentally drilled me!
You was looking for unauthentic, never the real me.
Couldn't make you see
*Because emotions make us blind
I hope when you close your eyes, the memories haunt your mind.*
As you walk all alone knowin' all the good you left behind.
*All those long, draining times
Trust me, I'm doing just fine.*
Remember, it's the people you never needed that are most important, to finalize your design.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
People often seem to enjoy
living in
delusion.
Deep in their souls,
they know they live
unauthentic lives.
Yet
following society's rules seems
easier,
more imperative,
than following their own hearts.
How many people out there are genuinely happy?
How many detest their existence,
like I did
Wishing they were
strong enough
to follow their feelings
instead of following the flock?
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
~~~ Act I ~~~
Behold the queen.
Drenched in such pathetic,
Luxury.
Behold the king.
Soaking in such unauthentic,
Company.
Have you seen the jack?
He been doin somethin, shady, in the,
Back.
But don't ya worry there's, no plan,
To get, caught, in such synthetic,
Conditions.
Do you feel so esteemed?
With your trifles and titles,
And what's real and what's, not?
Do you feel esteemed?
With your scandals and secrets,
Such typical tricks.
Behold!
There's the, Ace.
Look at his, pretty face.
Absorbing that,
Prestige.
But look at that, glacial, gaze.
He got something to,
Say?
Oh I see that, glacial, gaze.
Lookin at somethin you ain't ever gonna,
See.
Behold, the Ace!
With a disappointed look on his, pretty face.
Looks like he ain't gonna,
Say.
Do you feel so esteemed?
With your trifles and titles,
And what's real and what's not?
Do you feel so esteemed?
With your scandals and secrets,
You're making me sick!
Behold the queen,
Plotting with her pretty,
Ladies.
Behold the king,
Oblivious to such unauthentic,
Company.
Oh, behold!
There's jack and the Ace!
Ace, you gonna put him in his, place?
Don't ya got somethin to, say?
Nah, you ain't gonna,
Say.
You know he's their son anyway.
You wouldn't wanna scare him away.
You wouldn't do that to his,
Face.
His FILTHY!
SICK!
Stupid, face...
That ain't the,
FACE,
of a Jack!
That's the face of a...
SPOILED BRAT!
~~~ Act II ~~~
BEHOLD THE QUEEN!
Who MURDERS her husband,
And spoils her rich little son!
BEHOLD THE ACE!
He got SOMETHIN to say!
But he ain't gonna,
Say.
Just look at that, glacial gaze.
Starin at somethin he ain't ever gonna,
See.
HEY, ACE!
Why don't ya TELL jack,
Ya don't like his shady business!?
Ya scared he ain't gonna, care?
Ya scared mama gonna,
Care?
HEY ACE, HEY ACE!
That ain't the FACE of the Ace!
Not with that glacial, gaze.
You gonna keep starin at somethin you ain't ever gonna,
See?
BEHOLD THE QUEEN!
OH SO ESTEEMED!
LOOK AT HER DRENCHED IN SUCH PATHETIC, LUXURY!
OH, BEHOLD THE KING!
HE DROWNED IN SUCH UNAUTHENTIC, COMPANY!
BEHOLD THE JACK!
DOIN SOMETHIN SHADY IN THE BACK!
HEY, ACE!
You gonna put him in his place!?
You just gonna WATCH this corruption,
Let em all feel so,
Esteemed?
Gonna let a mother ****** her husband,
And spoil her rich little son!?
You gonna let him GET AWAY,
With his DANGEROUS, fun!?
OH, THEY FEEL SO ESTEEMED!
WITH THEIR MURDERS AND TRIFLES,
AND WHAT'S REAL AND WHAT'S NOT!
DO YOU FEEL SO ESTEEMED!?
Workin for his mother, that,
*****
HEY ACE, HEY ACE!
I get it, you're right!
HEY ACE, HEY ACE!
It's above your,
Paygrade.
Hey Ace, you're right.
It's above your,
Paygrade.
But why ya gotta keep, starin,
At somethin you ain't, ever gonna,
See?
Just let that jack be,
He ain't what ya wanna,
See.
Oh Ace, it's above your, paygrade.
You know he's their son, anyway.
So you just gonna stare, with that, glacial, gaze?
At somethin you ain't ever gonna,
See?
Better hope that, mama, don't,
See.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
I know that people were created to live together in Love and harmony
Regardless of their skin colour, beliefs or ****** orientation
But do they? Do we?
Somewhere the master plan was interrupted and a lie was born
I believe in a power called Love
Love is light and light is God
Which I believe is the highest source of energy
But people will always have their difference of opinion
I also recognize that there is a lot that we don’t know
And things are not always the way they seem
Don’t believe everything you’ve been told or taught
Even teachers were taught at some point in time
And if the wrong things were taught to the teachers to teach
Then the system is unauthentic
People will try to convince each other of who is right
So they create a war and **** as many innocent people as possible
And they call this a victory
I believe that when we transition from this world to the next level
We will come into full knowledge which will result in Love
The same way that complete Love results in complete knowledge
The transformation of moving from the flesh to the spirit
Means moving from the darkness to the light
Moving from a condition where there was once a lack of knowledge
To a circumstance of full knowledge
Then we will know LOVE
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
The world feels lifeless as I see life everywhere.
I know the people who cross the street breathe
the same air I do.
I know the trees I walk past are very much alive.
But the picture my eyes are allowing me to see
feels unauthentic.
Maybe it's not the world.
Maybe it's the way I'm looking at it.
Maybe I picked at my mind too hard
Dug into my subconscious too deep,
now it all looks fake.
My feelings about it all are illegible.
The change that will come is inevitable.
If not I'll force it.
I'll forge a way to see the beauty of the sky again
I hope misanthropy doesn't take me away.
I'd like to find joy in the people who always smile
when I did, again.
To trust others and the fullness of what makes up the world.
To not always figure out the reason for everything.
The universe is always reforming itself
I'll never be able to catch up with it or the why's
of why people are the way they are
or what actually makes me, who I am.
What gives me the ability to still grip onto life
as I'm opposed to it.
I hope I enjoy it all before I fade away.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC