This is a world of illusion,where truth gives way to fictionPeople say they want the real,but too much and they will bristle Where those who say they are open,lock you out when they are done,and the non-judgmental among us,will define you by your weakness They tell you to let your light shine though,but only if it stays out of their view,or that you're connected to all,while they hide behind a wall Speak your mind and the...

A generalized affliction A unique depiction Formed of a decision  Judges speculate on the way we living Be them get lost in the crowd Unified by the name on your tag Faceless drones of the system What to be what to eat who to be Wind-up up toy they hold the key Not for me I am who I claim to be They say I'm lost ain't no saving me I'm a monster they claim, ain't not slaying me I stand out I talk you stand and shout A litt...

Here I am again thinking of you, and I fear the worst my friend. I push, and I push so no one will stay. I often forget you never go away. It is a struggle, but that’s not my fear. I lay here in agony, and now there are tears. I want never to cause you pain. I am insane. They say love makes us do crazy things, and maybe it does. I have always been lazy, so I don’t do crazy things, but I think them. I think the worst thing...

Memories are all I have Of the times we had together The smiles were many And tears were few It ended way too soon Now you are gone But I still remain Lost in the memories of yesterday I close my eyes And see you there Dancing and singing You laughing with me Was any of it real or Not at all Made up in my mind I am going insane The memories of the past No one know how true Your life was to begin with No one but me and you

We’re lying in bed together and awake the same time as one another. Lazily and sleepily, our lips lock and we kiss softly. Breaking the kiss, we say “good morning”. Mewing to each other, we hug and hold tight, weaving a spell around each other. Our mornings always start off like this, followed by the natural progression, of course. Though only a fictional fantasy just now, I think I can safely speak for both of us, when I...

Light hitting her face on the glass,  This little mirror showing one lass. The ugly duckling not near a swan.  Nothing you would lay hands on. What she views she hates,  For she is the one cursed with this face. If you were to see, to cast an eye,  would you mutter bye before saying hi. For in this mirror I look,  looking at the tattered cover of my book. Not interesting, a bit of a bore,  pages ripped out and thrown on t...

Many things in life I have seen and done.Makes me wonder, am I the devil's son? Though I really do not want to be.Times he seems to have hold of me. Does Satan play tricks with my mind?Causing me to sometimes be unkind. When in reality, all I strive to be.Is a loving, caring soul you see. Occasionally I don't feel in control.Drug backward through a black hole. Images playing on my mind's screen.Leaves me chilled, wanting...

Confused I am at times.Putting together rhymes. How do others view me?Do they see the real me? Can they truly visualize?Do they merely fantasize? Can another really feel?My thoughts with zeal. Do they see just a scam?Do they see an old man? Can they feel the actual me?Or only who they wish I be?

They are out there in the cold, but you refuse to see them. The Forgotten ones. Worn down to threads, seeing no longer just their heads. Seeing flesh thru the cloth, you wonder is that all they have left? The Forgotten ones. Zippers and buttons dropping off, that clutter the ground as you walk. The feel of flesh shifting underneath, of something else you try to think. The Forgotten ones. But as their stink fills the air,...

Me thinks, people have more than one face,most have two, three, maybe more they chase. One prominent, always on display for all to view,the darker ones exhibited only for that chosen few. Some have many more locked deep inside,never revealing, always making them hide. Most never want to admit, not even to themselves.These others exist, perching them on dusty shelves. Once in a while one will escape, its presence being not...

Have you ever looked into a mirror, the reflection looking back, not recognized? Peering, realizing, you are looking at yourself,another darker side. Someone with, wants and needs other than,those you have allowed others to see. Someone who has visited before. Bringing,images, you thought were buried long ago. Looking at this manifestation, do you feel the pull, beckoning to come with them. Wanting to follow into the dark...

I fell for someone hardOnline.Seemed like the perfectFit for me.A number of steamyText messages and Instant messagesGave birth to Two hot stories.Everything came toA screeching halt.No connection online,No greeting on my profile,Not even a phone callTo hear your voice.Are you a real person,Or a figmentOf my imagination.