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You're a brilliant social butterfly
The mind behind the lie
But still away you shy
Unable to meet my eye
I see right through you
Disconcerting though, so true
Always aware of all you do
Your holding back.. too
Afraid again to meet my gaze
Hiding in a troubled haze
Change the way you look.. A phase
Pretending? Always.
When will you grow out of this?
Pretentious.. Foolishness
Hiding back behind.. Ignorant bliss?
As the sands of time hiss..
You've lost my respect again
Your situation has no win
And still you bring up back then
As if you can erase that sin..
It's as hopeless as can be
Yet you'll claim that you're happy
As you run through the maze you can barely see
Unable to ever truly be free
And I look into those eyes
See the dark silent cries
Hear even more of your white lies
Realizing.. You're still so unwise
The mind behind the lie
But still away you shy
Unable to meet my eye
I see right through you
Disconcerting though, so true
Always aware of all you do
Your holding back.. too
Afraid again to meet my gaze
Hiding in a troubled haze
Change the way you look.. A phase
Pretending? Always.
When will you grow out of this?
Pretentious.. Foolishness
Hiding back behind.. Ignorant bliss?
As the sands of time hiss..
You've lost my respect again
Your situation has no win
And still you bring up back then
As if you can erase that sin..
It's as hopeless as can be
Yet you'll claim that you're happy
As you run through the maze you can barely see
Unable to ever truly be free
And I look into those eyes
See the dark silent cries
Hear even more of your white lies
Realizing.. You're still so unwise
Literature
Obscurity
Superficial thoughts rummage through my mind
leaving unanswered questions clothed in silence
Plaintively pleading like a beggar on his knees
wanting what he knows he will never have
Recoiling backwards from the stench of poverty
and the insinuation that we are all born equal
Though it is obvious that we become a figment
of class and we only reap what we may sow
Too many times it is the bodies fallen by the wayside
that need nurturing and the comfort of hope
We may curse the unfairness of what is seen as our life,
but in reality we are fortunate to taste mortality
What we do with that privilege is totally up to us and
the burden
Literature
Lament of a broken heart
Lament of a broken heart
Loving a friend
leaves you back alone.
Made of gingerbread
my heart is easy to break.
Am I a person easy to love?
I don't know,
I'm surely the wrong judge.
But I made it easy for you.
Being the others mirror,
reflecting the true face,
we sung the same song,
we shared the same mind.
But you treated me like a toy,
you took my hand,
you scarred my feelings.
So my heart is sitting in the space
between two chairs.
This is the lament of a broken heart
hoping this wound would heal,
the cry of a bleeding soul,
longing to feel.
Literature
Amnesia
Blackness....
.....only.....
....surrounded by faces......
Unknown......watching.....what.....where....
......white walls......white....
as the space inside
my........mind......
....voices.....speaking....names....sounds...
I...cannot.....
identify
....places......photos......sights.....sounds....
lost......somewhere...
inside.......please.....
gasping.....for....a.......breath....a....moment....
haunted.....by.....this....shadow
of me
.....a life.....lived........not mine
yet......who is that......
like......a....Doppelganger....
.....mocking...
from behind laughing eye
is it?
can it be?
but........who.......am.......I
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