Best Faking Poems
You will always share a meme,
motivation just like a dream;
Why are you faking?
You don’t do a thing;
Your screen only inspires a stream.
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
Faking feelings is what you do best,
undermining hope with false feelings.
And deceived by lust's many guises:
you’ve shown your vulnerability.
Fantasy divides reality
into darkening shades of despair.
And feeling all alone, you struggle;
believing that no one even cares.
Anger fuels your disappointment,
while jealousy bemoans love's absence.
And truth provides little protection
from the bittersweet lies that flatter.
Sadness deflates inflated egos,
allowing time for thoughts to gestate.
For happiness can't be chained to tears,
love requires trust to make it real.
Spent on a splurge of self-deception,
hope is the last treasure you deplete.
And frustration is a side effect
of dreams, scuttled on the rocks of doubt.
As loneliness devastates your heart,
practiced smiles mask the pain you're feeling.
Yet, like mascara, cosmetic smiles
have but one purpose: to conceal tears.
Faking a heart attack
last July
was an event.
Even the feds were
marshaled for action.
Cow bells.
Whose got cowbells?
Words can’t harm you.
I’m restless.
Turn on the channel;
click on Oxford.
Turn up the volume;
Let’s play baseball.
About.
About what?
There’s a thriller.
Toot your horn.
Bring the station wagon
around front.
Business as usual.
I wake up ,
I fake on that smile,
It’s a quarter to four,
Light won’t come up for a while.
I look to my left,
I look to my right,
Just the way I like it,
No one else is in sight.
I think of words,
As I lay in my dark,
Words sad to others,
Words I can mark.
Mark as ideas,
For a song you won’t hear,
About poor old me,
And my life with no cheer.
It’s half past five,
An hour ‘til light,
The dark is almost over,
Soon I’ll have to fight.
To hold back how I feel,
To hold back all my pain,
I know I’m not healthy,
Faking happiness is my strain.
I’m faking and my lips are lying
My eyes do not say I love you anymore
But I need you.
My mind doesn’t want you to leave
But my heart does not want to stay
I can’t see myself alone
And I can’t let you go
But keeping you inside,
Has become an imaginary situation.
I’m faking and my lips are lying
My fondness cannot see you suffering
And my soul does not want to hurt you,
But the magic affection has become extinct.
Truth and Falsehood are sharing the same bed,
Each of them trying to stay longer.
Evasion and prevarication decided to stay long time ago,
But today, without feeling remorse
I have decided not to fake anymore.
I’m not faking and my lips are telling the truth.
I’ m happy that you knocked my door
So what, if I don’t really know you
In this world of fantasy, I can pretend anything to be true.
Pretend I have known you, pretend that I love you
Pretend that I care. Like I did for everyone who was here.
So what, if in couple days, you would walk out
Impermanence is the rule of the world, and I expect nothing to stay.
You don’t really know the coldness in my heart, do you?
You would never. I‘d watch you go and let you disappear.
I have let go of many things. Since a child.
Tears don’t come to me. Even if I try.
I don’t want to hold on and wait till the end
Watch it break into a million pieces and go through the pain
The pain that left so many unhealed scars, only had you looked in me.
But I am human, feelings do overwhelm me
Do I get swayed by the temptation, that you stay?
I laugh. I hurry through my feelings, I know that they are cheating
On me. Cause, feelings are but temporary illusions. Like when you are dreaming.
And then, there’s another face. Another place.
Another few fleeting nights of faking love
And a life in complete mess.
Did I make you smile? Make you feel loved?
Make you believe, that I care
So what if I am only to dissapear.
When I'm not alone, on goes the smiley face
For no one wants to be troubled by my pains
I paint myself colorful and I dance the jig
All the while... I wear jet black deep with in
the only things
that tell no lies
are open eyes
and quivering thighs
The bitter twist of the knife,
to bleed not for sympathy.
Releases the blood without empathy,
my thoughts will not subside, scour the edge of my fears.
Pierced, poised to keep hidden that lullaby,
I sleep where my soul, dreamless, dies.
Nothing but scars to shatter long-time broken dreams
In smithereens,
sinking in your absence, the catalyst without pain
So stab me now and make me feel again.
I'm tired of living the way that I do
Trying to force a lie to be true
Happy and cheerful, free and new
Suppressing myself and all that I knew
I long for the day when I'm finally free
Not forced to bow down like the wind blows a tree
When i can show my true colors for all who can see
The rainbow of colors that all make up me
But that day is a myth, a lie in the making
If you think there's a way out, your sadly mistaking
Because to be honest, I'll always be faking
Because of this fact, my life I am taking
I'm tired of feeling the way that i do
Living this life as if i have to
This herb collection
Just won't do.
I doubt your ability
to rescue me.
We were once
Grand lovers,
And now its like
sticky tape,
So weird and
somewhat award.
With peace as
My arrow I
Would retreat,
If I only could.
making
faking
some do
so true
why scam
bad plan
caught out
don't doubt
your ruse
found clues
time served
deserved
time span
years man
swansong
done gone
Thanks for your goodness
Does it do good?
Since Hitler, we allow refuge
But was it from guilt?
Today, dark seek Places of White
Refusing to work for change
Their leaders have our weapons
So we let them come, wave after wave
Failing to see hate, lopsided numbers
So, who will fix the mess in East, South?
They have too much gold, diamonds, oil
So, business dumps these weary ones
On US: what are they weary from?
They are dreaming of White, no light,
That lifestyle we show on Careless Media
Those fakes news and gossip columns
wreck my bladder with much aversion--
how a twisted story flames into one scandal
rousing this global village possessed
by a culture quite dysfunctional...
And the audience laps the intrigue
expanding like a dramatic Netflix series!
Yes... improvise, add, dissect
this newest exposé from sleek tabloids
patronizing lowlife curiosity of both
working class and the elite---words fall,
totally pathetic, absurd. Yet, a bleeding
of sensationalism never never ends,
until a fresh bubble pops more hysteria.
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