Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #150 – Illusions
in our private world
free to be
but in public
we disguise ourselves
don’t reflect actuality
hidden behind facades
in plain sight
reality is best served
people don’t have patience
for the truth
or we don’t have the time
to speak it
to callous beings
wearing their own screen
we show people
who they want
for who we aren’t
it’s out of habit
so they say
damn humans, so complicated
Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge #80 – Habit & by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt 1/20/2020 – Complicated
Image credit – pxhere
Drawn to drama
By struggles felt
Empathy always given freely
Listened so patiently
Of course, comfort supplied
All needs are met immediately
Yet another tragedy appears
Tears, pain, the ugly cry
The solutions are found yet again
Now a different dire situation
A heightened angst flares so dramatically
The savior came when called, getting exhausted
Good advice, time and effort wasted
The pattern continues to repeat, not ending
Only in your world is life unjustly brutal
I’m truly feeling used, abused and recycled
It seems there is just no insight ever
Again being let off the hook from personal chaos
Why couldn’t I see it in the beginning
My heart bleeds so easily seeing other people’s pain
Damn narcissist, fooled again, I must be a slow learner
Presenting the gaggle, yes you.
Oh, do keep your insincerity down.
You sit and throw compliments at each other.
Faux kisses languishing in the air.
So loud as to not be believed.
You support nothing but your own agendas.
Every group has a leader who runs them.
One kowtows in silence for rewards of pleasure.
Another wants to be liked to the detriment of others.
The other doesn’t want to go against the crowd.
What a group of insincere cowards.
You spout off privately “reality, being genuine, love.” then act like little plastic dolls.
You wouldn’t know what real was if it hit you in the face.
Oh yeah, it has, but you dismiss it.
Authenticity doesn’t really fit in your group, or?
Well, fuck you.
Real people don’t hang with fake bitches anyway.
*Originally published here 3/21/18
remove my skin
it’s superficial anyways
what you see
isn’t always what you get
when i don’t know you
it depends on you
is what i decide
to have earned
to know me
… many won’t because all i see of you is what’s on the outside
those that shine the most
aren’t always the smartest bunch
turn down the glow, please
what you projected
doesn’t jive with performance
failed us in the end
the greatest stories
ever told are the deceptions
given in bland kisses
by the wretched liars
there’s no care
there’s no real love
there’s just an agenda
theirs comes first
what’s at stake
is what they get from you
furthering their goals
gets them one step closer
what’s at stake
is what you give them
being taken for granted
loses you your soul
feigned warmth and big smiles
shallow souls embrace nothing
Inspired by Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge 1/29/19
We see each other.
Though we don’t know beyond what stands before us.
The reflection is a fairy tale; the image, a mask of well-being.
Or it’s a nightmare played out while awake.
More likely, people pass by being barely noticeable.
Understand that the substance of lives are not predicted in the first glance.
Let’s take the time to watch as the bios unfold slowly.
And find the essential being within.