Best Fakeness Poems


Oxygenated Organisms

The evolution of humans is that
we went from simple cell
organisms to plastics. 
All this fakeness makes me 
want to embrace realness.
Blemishes and weight gain,
silver hair with golden bands
the struggles that come with reality
Dismantling falsities
that blind us from our truth,
 You can't because
should be erased from 
our vocabulary
becuase the mere definition
of becuase
should render 
I can. I just want to feel real
have it ooze through
my fingertips
the same way saltwater
and sand flows through hands
when you try to take
hold of a beach.
I want to be reconnected
with plankton and 
oxygenated substances.
Plastics are suffocating
that is way it has a
choking hazard as an
attachment.
Why can't you just enjoy yourself
in the skin your in?
Grow with it,
let it be your tuxedo
you wear in your golden years,
Your wrinkles and surgery marks
tears from broken hearts,
a smile that's slightly crooked
or a tongue that to this day
reminds me
it could've been a different
kind of yesterday.
Embrace the flaws
Hug them all 
that's that
perfectly perfected feeling
of realness so many 
seldom see.
That's what I see
when bodies have 
evolved too far.
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Premium Member Soul of the Skeleton


h e a r  this  h e a r t … 
as hurt hangs low 
with cursed fidelity 
of fame-lit fakeness,
attached to expectations ~ 
as wraith-leaves coil 
around my neck,
under the veil 
of mockingbirds,
wearing a cape of blames 
and futile boldness,
caught up in 
the hypocritic hisses,
where life is tangled 
in a sprawling spool 
of moon-moths ~
dwindling in 
dreamless desires 
where materialistic 
monks lilt away 
in fatal laughs,
and your crimes
remain lethal,
mummified like a 
feather-dressed devil,
taming the loyalty 
that laments 
without the lustre 
of Lucifer
in calcified flames … 

lifeless … I lurk ~
in the estuary 
of dyslexic dialects
running across 
those spinal clusters ~
stemming aimlessly,
from the 
kryptonite backbone 
of kohl-kissed sky,
these headless 
accusations 
cannot kill me 
with the haunt 
of telepathic terror,
because, I am 
massacred till the 
apocalypse of ashes,
pressed between 
barbaric petals
of sunset sapiens 
and sea-smiths,
one amongst the 
awakened dead ,
feasted upon 
and forgotten ~
by those 
opportunistic 
omen-keepers
roaring in the 
carcasses of 
vivacious vultures …

some skeletons 
do not weep 
waning fossils  ~
within fondescent tombs,
rather, they 
metamorphose 
into a twilight-
tipped tree ,
bearing the burden 
of unblossomed 
spirits who refuse
to let go ~
of their delusional 
weightlessness,
as they remain 
a shackled souvenir 
of satanic inflictions,
that the reaper 
could not obliviate.

so, you cannot 
set me aflame 
with aries eyes,
for, there … uprooted,
I am the Madonna ,
the skull of a 
hopeless sorceress 
left abandoned ,
as an obsidian oasis 
of the femme fatale,
shipwrecked 
in your deserted heart …
for, this horizon is nothing,
but a vessel of venom,
a framework 
made of bones 
and stardust frost ~
where poets perish 
pulse by pulse ,
and souls lurk 
in osteoporotic caves,
like ticking grenades 
in the monet of time …

" but I wish, 

if only my satanic tears 
could be touched by painless paint ~

unafraid to the horror ,
of the artist's frozen eternity … "






*** Inspired by the artwork ~ Ghosts on a Tree, by Franz Sedlacek, 1933.

Redundancy

Reflection injection,

I can’t do time so I bear the erections,

like bad economies and serious rejections...


They have relations of stations upon the masters of fakeness,

roaring awakeness,

upon baseness
upon rankness,

...I try hard but hear blankness,
waiting on makeshifts,

I live for the lie,
even if my body falls off of my mind,

just in-case I have to try-
I keep myself wide,

but creep slow otherwise,

beat up the wrong boast-
with character in my eyes,

ride motorcycles to the coast,

act rich,
and not even take a dip.


Wake ---Up

WAKE UP.....

To this cruel society,
Look whats going on,
To the forces you cant see.

Signs are all there, 
we recognize and know them.

But its hard , 
to face the fear.
When your mind is ,
not consciously there.

You cant escape, the dream
When everything has a meaning.

We are in a illusive, state.
When we continue,  to take in there
Bate.


Everytime we turn on the tv.
What you dont believe, the deception 
we breath??

Take a look at the entertainment 
industry.
How they dazzle & destort what we 
see.

Flaunt there, power , money & greed.
They compensate, fakeness in there 
spiritual identity.

They put up signs & symbols, 
In gestures with there hands..

Each picture, they take 
Has a hidden, sinister message in there 
stance

Its scary to concieve, the perception 
they lead
You still dont believe?

Watch the rituals that take place,
During halftime superbowl sunday.

As long as, theres media coverage.
We consume this everyday

Just be aware &  most of all
WAKE UP!!!!! ........

An Untrustworthy Guy

Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies 
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped me hard.

Cindy went on vacation heading South,
she warned me priming up her mouth,  
" Don't mess around with my girlfriend,
don't touch her! " I kept quite and grinned.

I refused to listen and promise I wouldn't;
her look expressed a plausible doubt,
I was a playboy in search of a hideaway 
and while she was gone, I could surely play. 

And fun I had through those two weeks,
Chrissy, the girl with pink and yellow hair,
asked me for a date, I couldn't refuse her
we headed down to the nearest beach to kiss.

Other nights we went to the movies,
we stuffed our mouths with buttery popcorn
and laughed hard spilling our drinks;
cheating on Cindy never induced guilt or scorn.

The time came for me to be slapped hard in the head
for being such a naughty boy, a liar without guilt
who cheated with her best friend to start a conflict
and ready to face embarrassment, I seemed not afraid.  

One July evening when Chrissy and I were kissing
on the velvety sofa, I heard crackling noises coming 
from the kitchen, heavy footsteps started approaching...
" Who is that? I hollered while my fret was increasing.  

" It's me, pretty boy! I am back! You will regret this a lot!"  
 her shrilling voice was a rumbling thunder incurring fright,  
" We are watching, " Friends "! I made up a silly excuse,
" You kissed Chrissy! You promised me you wouldn't have cheated! "
" Blame her, she tempted me! " I couldn't resist her! " I exclaimed.
" Silly boy, enough of your games...you have much to lose! "

" Ah, shameless liar, get out my sight! " And dashing towards me
she slapped me in the head making me feel her hard blow, " Come Chrissy, 
she's going crazy! If she thought I was untrustworthy, why did she
she go on vacation? To test me? " I condemned her action with asperity.


Written on 7/3/2016

Goodbye Kiss

Declined and beaten 
Unsure and wasted
It all happened in that day 
And I suppressed it to that very night
Where I breathed regret and spoke love
You rejected me 
Rejected my valuable offer
As I held the stories I wanted you to read 
And the events I wanted to share 
You ignored me with your callous looks 
When I said I love you 
And I said it with all my heart
Please kiss me goodbye
This is over 
Do not discuss it any further
You said no 
It isn’t over
When I saw the hatred and heartlessness
In your eyes
I stopped trying to get the goodbye kiss
I walked away 
Why do u do this 
Who do want me to cry? 
As you left carelessly and
I heard your footsteps fading
I started to cry softly 
I started to weep away my heart
To wipe my tears and start another day 
Forget the burden and displeasure
Postpone the pain to that very night
To start a day, leaving my mischiefs behind 
With another smile opening the door of fakeness
But living with a heavy heart and twisted smile
Just to see you hurt me again


Away

Take me away where the butterflies flyway in the sky 
So freely and high were the breeze guides my soul 
Take me away from the stress of the everyday 
Take me to a place where it pores rainbows as a sign of hope 
We're familiar faces guide my hand to a better way to stand 
Firm and believe better days to come and the sun reflects in my face 
And the beat of my heart races excitedly to feel a new day is about to dawn
 Take me away were not to face are the same one way or another 
Where they smile in front and frown in your back were the ugly petards friendly  
While plotting envy 
Where destruction is their everyday feed were misery welcomes company 
I keep away for fear to see right through they're mascaraed so proudly parade 
Too close to home so sadly to say is their only way of keeping the fakeness real
I see many of things wisdom is a gift from above how to use it is a blessing
From within oneself, there will come a time when asked where you were  
 Close but yet so far once together now far apart once strong now weak 
My knees are weakened but still I fall down to praise him that has gotten me this far 
Opened my eyes to see the bees that surround me ready to strike as soon 
As I drop my guard but one that is holy and mighty will guide my steps will be 
My eyes and help me rise above all my transgressions before the storms cease 
To calm its self down have to go through the motion of the oceans currents waves 
Without drowning with sad emotions pulling me down my focus in the clear
Blue sky for signs of a bright sunny day my butterfly’s fly freely  
And the wind shines play with the wind my favorite toon
I am on my way to better days for one that is greater guides the way 
  With the butterfly’s leading each step of the way I give him all of the praise 
                                                         AMEN

Discarded Affection

Affection ridden 
Disrespect established
Love and tender discarded
False tears and all of the fakeness
In this moment
In this calming bit of second
I hate them more than ever
My own flesh and blood
The disgrace they give
The lack of concern 
The spiteful disrespect
The blackness of one’s heart
The least of love
The covered veil of humanity 
I have set my mind
I have dealt with their wicked thoughts and tries
They team up against me
Begin to think they are right
But every action makes them darker and stupid
They are planning for a battle 
Against someone they think they know
Against someone they think is wrong
Oh warriors of the light!
Aid me, help me, Make them learn
Make them think twice
The lies they conceal 
Will make them lose all powers
They will perish 
Against me
Against the once-known for a sister

Smiling For Smart

SMILING FOR SMART

Arrogance of your silence, stinking attitude
Rotten breath from your mouth, saliva with virus
Beauty painted in ugliness of your expression
Your niceness is enveloped by naughtiness
If you could only smile your inner beauty will shine out

Unwelcoming gesture, mask of unfriendliness
Madness of unsmiling attitude hider all goodness
Kindness killed by unkindness of lack of positiveness
Love covered in lust, expressing bad and longing for laughter
Smiling uncovers your smartness in the presence of foolishness

Rejection of friends, family and fame due to fakeness
Smelling like a dog, biting the finger that feeds you
All you will ever need is in you and people but your attitude
Cacophony of bitterness clouds the benefits of smiles
Smiling is for smart, smiling is strength, smiling is sweet for your soul

Divided within, longing for the touch of comfort
Lost touch with inner happiness, horrific to smile
Blaming everybody for everything going wrong in him
Blaming everyone for everything going ugly in her life
Shake yourself; smile even when you are smelling inside, just smile

Even when you are frustration, forsaken, forbidden, smile
Even when you are in pain, pressure, persecution, smile anyway
Even when you don’t like them, or don’t laugh with them, just smile
Even if your lips have sores and it hurts to smile, yes-just smile
Even if you are in sorrow just smile, smiling is sweet for the soul
Smile speaks all languages and covers all fears and hurts, so smile

Silver Tongued Girl

An imperfect girl in a perfect world
With dark brown eyes and messy curls
A chameleon adapted to blending in
She feels like she will never win

In a world filled with carbon copies
She is unable to distinguish the sea of poppies
All the girls and boys simply fooling themselves
To be the unquestioned leader, the ringer of bells

She always stands out within the crowd
Never back down and never be bowed   
Never will she regret who she is
A funky, unique independent little miss

She is the silver tongue an expert weaver of words
She will paint the blue sky and its jewel coloured birds
For any season or reason or month or day
She paints all the beauty in her own way

Where others all fail, she is able to see
The beauty and wonder of things that be 
The fakeness of this world, ignored by she
Cannot tint her world in uncertainty

For she is the waver, bright and strong
She colours her words and creates the song
The heartbeat of the place, where the secrets dwell
As clear and pure as a mineral well

For You, For You, For You

I just want you to know
What a disgusting situation you left me in 
I’m a mess

A beautiful, teary eyed mess
Broken hearted, sad eyed angel singing for you

Look at me 
Look at ME

My lips crave
Your fakeness
I will swallow your sorrow
Desperately

I love you

My eyes search for your wounds deep deep down inside my own
My hands ache for your fire
Inside those Brown Eyes
Intensely mine
Hands running like clockwork
Down your sweating backside 
Sliding inside, Hot
For your regrets, for your scabs
That heal and open
Gorged and swollen
For your pain 
For your dirty blood to pulse through my veins
For your guilt to spill down my thighs
Sticky and sweet and free

Revenge is so good when it’s mine

I’m not afraid to live
I’m not 
	AFRAID to BLEED
For you
I’m not afraid to die
In Blind Ambition 
For you
For you
             look at me

I hit hard
My punches cut bone
I bite to break skin
I kiss to cause pain
             look at me now
I will defend you until every second is spent

I’m a screaming mess
I’m drunk off your beautiful 
Fanatical, crazy, desperate, fake, sick, twisted
mess 

I love you
Stay with me
Take me
Look at me
Feel me
Use me
I want to be
Your favorite Regret

Just Saying

Just a girl from poverty...driven
Crass, outspoken...no apologies made
I see the judgement in your eyes f**k it...I'm still learning

While you judging i'm progressing
Coveted what was mind but couldn't handle it
Dealing with your Karma while I'm on to my next blessing...Living

Take a lesson from me be you...100
F**k the politics and the fakeness
What I have you can't get it unless you are authentic

True love eluding you because of your falseness
i'm giving you my road map..use it
I'll still be ten steps ahead of you...because your life's a lie and you know it
Enjoy your regression, you not living, you're existing
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So Tired

Tired of these theatrical mask wearing roles. Wolves, smiling faces with sharpen teeth 
waiting for ignorant prey. Tired of seeming interested in conversations that are one sided, 
guided by those that deem themselves intellectuals. Tired of life's stand stills that keep 
skipping back to the same spot like a broken record. 

So tired of the dog eat dog, shoot first, do them or get done, got to get mine constitutions of 
the piece of pie in the sky life. Tired of haters, that hate, just to hate, because hating is all 
they know, all the see, all they be. Tired of fakeness, cakeness, knowing that you can't 
make this, unless it's given to you first. 

So tired of this love affair of how your hair looks, what you wear crooks, got my nail 
appointment booked throughout the year. Tired of the relationships that start and give false 
impressions, with fake expressions, then when it deepens, you end up hating your 
companion. So Tired.

Satan's Daughter

Satan's school for girls
White short dress and false eyelashes
Bubblegum ice cream and Coney Island
Oh say that, honey!

No class just ass
Can I be your pretty baby?
Take me to the New York city
Motels, hotels, anywhere

I want to see you again, my handsome devil
And I am your little mermaid
Oh baby, how sad...
You don't like my fakeness

Old fashioned vanilla
Don't you think that karma is playing with me?
They always say "Don't be shy,little girl"
But I am still trying to murder myself

No class just ass
Can I be your pretty baby?
Take me to the New York city
The Palms motel

All I want to do is to love you
All I want to do is to love you
Do you love me?
He said "Yes, baby, I do"

Fake

People are fake
They carry around a mask
Thinking I dnt know,
Wondering how long its gonna last
I Cant stand the front,
So I put them on blast..
they lie , they swear, 
But still , I dnt care 
Cant stand the fakeness
im as real as it gets 
keep it real with me,
honesty , gets respect

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