Lingering Facade

Like the title says "lingering facade" write about an illusion of the mind, heart or world around you. It can be about love, hatred, sadness.... so on




Limits two poems per poet
New or old entries
The longer the better
You have one week

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Connections are Personal (10w)

Nonverbal communication, go betweens
Don't spell connections.
Relationships are personal

Lost Love

Her face has always haunted me
Since that fateful day
We were due to become lovers
But death took her away

I had anticipated what sex with her
Would really be like
The vision of her, naked in my bed
Ready for me to strike

Since her death I cannot face
Any woman close to me
Oh please get rid of this nightmare
And finally set me free

Dimensions


Image of disguise
mirrors of lies
What do you see?
maybe not real
only the memory
you have deep inside
take a look
What do you see?
the truth
a invention
imperfection
imaginative fantasy
or just your reality

Soul Stealers

Over run with soulless things
Of blood and cartilage and
Hollow carcasses
Walking about with dead eyes
That only see the now
Spineless back stabbing vermin
Multiplying by binary fission
Infesting the world
Eager to serve
They prostitute themselves
At their idol’s whim
No pride in anything
No thought given
To the rest of us
That toil righteously alongside
Ethics burned into our souls
Fighting for equality and
A foothold to withstand
The raging machines
That stamp their marks and
Steal your souls
To transform the individuality
Into cogs for replacements and
Worms to service them
We must pick up
The banner of change and
Let the revolution begin
While we still have a soul

Chains

I have carried them for years
Dragging them everywhere
Life takes me
They cut into my flesh and
Bruise my spirit
Ashamed I’ve tried to hide them
From the outside world
Successful only part of the time
Why is it now that
I have finally shed them
Do they still haunt my life?
Have I not buried them deep enough?
Have my bruises not faded completely
Or have they taken on a life of their own
And prematurely
Proclaim my arrival

When I had my first love
I dreamed up our future within two weeks
Married with two kids by 25
We would live together and live
  off love and hugs
beneath e.t. tress
and he would eventually love me
even as he told me I was on  
   the
      path
          to
            HELL.
Because love solves
But then love leaves
I didn't know that was possible
That one day you can hold his hand
and the next you can't
and you grow cynical
touch loses meaning
the big V becomes a piece of trash
you throw at random men to feel something
as you stroke their hair
knowing you will never do so again
and then
    love pops up again
But it is different now
a stranger you cautiously shake hands with
Broken hearts unsure of boundaries
they never had when free of pasts
and the dreams are pushed away
Marriage? How can you dream past one day?
When it could end again in one second
and it's a list of pros and cons
Pro: you hold onto every second
Con: you are aware of its possible emptiness
Pro: To finally grasp this deepness
Con: Pasts that make you afraid to speak
Deepness makes men run
keep it shallow, safe, surface level "like"
causes much less pain then
the stuttered "I love him"
ringing through your mind
when you look into his eyes
love could be fleeting
or it could last till your 50
drinking Tobin James
while complaining about our days
You won't know
Not tomorrow
Not in 5 years
Every second is one more that
    Could
       Slip away...
Like that breath of air
tantalizing your hopes
to just drop into stillness
How could I pick up this soft hope
When the word forever
brings 'impossibility' straight to the surface
like a rock flying up to hit me
in the heart
sticks and stones will break my bones
Forever makes my heart stop
paralyzing fear
that each second loving him
is a year of missing him
each moment a memory
when we turn back into strangers
and I can't go turn on his shower
bend into downward dog
and let him enter me
like he belongs there
I want to glue the tip of him
to the deepest part inside me
so he'll stay forever and
I'll be safe, sure he'll never
leave and I can just love
without fear
every time I orgasm with him...
It is not the orgasm of a stranger
it is a warmth of two being one
and fuck yeah that's cheesy
I'm cheesy now
I want to call him baby
and say the word cuddle
and tell way too may stories
with the word 'boyfriend'
in every sentence
like if I say it enough times
It will be labeled onto his chest
in something like... tattoo
because permanent marker is a test of true permability
and he will never be a test
I want to think about forever
I WANT TO THINK ABOUT FOREVER
I want to live with him
and say I love you
and marry him
and hold his hand when
I can barely remember to lock my house
just like I forget to lock his car door
I want to live in a world where forever
does not make me back away
Sarah Kay said to open your arms
let in everything
the pain
the suffering
every piece of fucking
hatred
   fear
     hurt
to catch that ounce of pure
       pleasure
that you will lose
if you takes our hands away
I want to hold out my hands
and catch it all

A Ghost Its Not


If you awake to find an apparition at the end of your bed

Do not fear, no need to dread

What you see is not a Ghost come to haunt you

But a Guardian Angel to watch over you

Shut your eyes and go back to sleep

And dream dreams peaceful and sweet

The woman next door
still pegs her rugs onto the clothes line
and beats the mites out of them
with some wooden contraption
probably handed down by a long gone relative
who'd swore on its effectiveness  

this afternoon she was beating away
with the wind  
blowing the dust and debris into her face
but she just squinted her eyes
and kept up the onslaught

at first it looked like she was quietly singing
then, when she was finished
she sat down upon her garden chair
and put her face in her hands

after some time, she took the rugs from the clothesline
rolled them up neatly
and placed them and the wooden beater  
into a canvas bag quarter filled with dust and debris
then put the bag back into the shed
for tomorrow

Facade

Was hard to tell if he was stupid
or if it was me
I'd bought the performance
but at those prices
I was asking for a flop

he inflated his ego by feeding on
myths of what he claimed to be
I wasn't blind but I pretended I couldn't see
he meant more to himself than I did

there was nothing he couldn't do
in his view he was supreme
though in reality he did nothing
and was bad at even that

it was all a facade
he was an invention built on
every failure he denied having
he was pitiful in a way

mostly he was horrible though
no matter how much he'd deny it

Head aching

Sorry faced

Bed ridden

Guilt laced



Sun rising

Curtains drawn

Strangers sleeping

Embracing warmth



Eyes shifting

Waking noise

Bodies rustling

Moments poise



Confused glance

My smile

No pants

Then denial



Your frown

Spells mistake

No sound

Awkward state



Drunken stupor

Night before

Shameful regret

Nothing less

Nothing more



Close Door.

skyscraper

felt strong and weak
like a paradoxical spirit
walking between the lines of
yes i do and no i don't

felt like a skyscraper
among all the other concrete mountains
blending in, sticking out
windows open, blinds shut
walls untouched by rain, but
the water still falls in through the gaping frames
and onto the floor
seeping into the surface in patterns of
yes i do and no i don't

felt like a city among many
like one among thousands
like the only one with my mind cut open
like the only one thinking
real thoughts

my real thoughts
have not yet been made material
are they still real?
yes they are or no they're not

all i'm really looking for
is an answer

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/153180-skyscraper/

weird language am i


spent years wandering halls
cutting the "i" from my sentences
forming words from vowels
and emotions from consonants
hard and solid, but nothing
without that internal structure
 
guess that describes me pretty well
all consonants, harsh "t" and definite "d"
and the ever-slippery "y", like me
never making up its mind
 
felt like a half-learned language
still do, really
like someone forgot to learn the proper nouns
forgot to turn the sentence around
grab the sound and speak it
 
there's an accent colouring my life
awkward and stuttering, unsure
and never fluent enough
to step in time with the music
for long enough to make it matter
 
words from vowels
and emotions from consonants
hard and solid, but nothing
without that internal structure


http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/148731-weird-language-am-i/

chained heart
Beating Bleeding
Clings to you

what is real
what is true  

Thudding torture
this isn't new

speak only truth
you always do

Pounding apathy
please numb me too


Release me now
my heart begs you.

Games we Play
It's just a game love
What we have is real.
You whisper
She doesn't mean thing love
Change the way I feel.
You say
But games are fun love
and this one makes me reel
I sigh
Stumble stagger falter
Bow my head and kneel.
I wait
Annoyed by my doubt.
You know how I feel
You shout
My role not touch your heart
I only feel your steel.
I stay.
So I bleed in silence.
Stealing myself to say.
You go ahead and play love.
 
Don't watch me walk away...
 

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