Fake Poems

Happiness

We tend to blur the lines between purpose and lies
as we break our spines reaching for our broken prize.

We force a smile while we scream inside
throwing up bile as we choke on our pride.

We grin as we stand before the mirror
learning to rebrand our shakey interior

Laughing we return to the idea of being satisfied
while we

Fake News

Informed by image
Shocking, stoking, misleading
Algorithm headlines

That's Not Love

In opulence, you dwelled, with wealth's endearing might
Gifts rained upon me, a gesture of your fleeting light
Thoughtful, you seemed, in moments of tender reprieve
Yet, when our bond broke, your words became a venomous deceive

You branded me an opportunist, with lips that scorned
Now I discern the truth, that love was never born
For love can't be bought,

Fake Smile

Get to be living in distraction and some denial,
As she will soon ascend to Heaven in a little while.
Living life behind this biggest lie of a falsely happy smile.

The Switch Up

This world just keeps becoming 
more & more ridiculous 
Been way past the point
of being sick of this
Every path taken 
turns into a complete disaster
Only way to get through it all
Is a borderline insane/nervous laughter
Always chasing the knowledge 
to know what comes after
Instantly fooling myself into
believing this time will
be the switch up
And ill actually be

Where do we go from here?

I won't lie to you to fake emotions I might feel
and tell you things you want to hear

In this give-and-take, no lie, that feels 
lobsided and askew, sometimes like a tug of war

Breathlessly waiting, life in limbo
one toe in the water overly cautious
holding back ~

Stuck behind yield signs and stop signs
the occasional yellow lights
foot on

Still better than lust

in consumed passion
my heart longs for your true love
that flies wingless flight
yet your smiles cut through my dreams
sprouting love in fertile loam

as I so desired
so your love appears to me—
I, who beg for love
while it flows as in a stream
that has a source but no end

you want to deceive
with the love you only feign
appearing so

Reality or Falsehood

is it real?
am i real?
are you real? 
is anything around us real?
everything is perceived as fake.
i know it’s there.
i know it exists.
but for some odd reason,
it all feels hoaxed,
surreal,
dull,
empty,
ambiguous.
but why?
if i know people exist, objects are real, and my feelings are real,
so why does everything feel misplaced?
lost, even.
i discern as if i am fraud.
it’s a

WHY DO YOU MARRY?

For some, it’s a softer escape
A flight from silence, not quite love
As if a ring alone could mend a soul
Bruised by too many “maybe tomorrows."

To others, it’s help dressed in vows
A lifeline tied to daily needs
To fatten the pig at market day
Turn union into means to feed.

Some whisper “love” with shaky lips
But love to them,

Fake Love Grouchy Weasel

People in the world have witnessed your all seasons love in Palestine!! 

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies

Those We Love

Those we love don’t go away,
They walk beside us every day;
Whether close or far, lead the way,
So, what if it’s a weekend or a weekday?
Until we stand at crossroads;
Until we stand in contemplation.
Do we both go north?
Do we part? There’s so much temptation,
But sometimes it's better to just let go;
To live, to know, to understand

My Fake Daughter, My True Friend, Lauren

At twenty-six, a gentle flame,
A golden heart, a glowing name.
With grace she walks, with light she stands,
A scholar's mind, with helping hands.

What once began with drinks and cheer,
Evolved into a bond so dear.
Not bound by blood, but something more,
A kindred soul I now adore.

She’s laughter in the darkest night,
She’s wisdom when the path’s not right.
An

Too Real To Be Fake

Passion lies not in fear towards cheer,
To conquer unknown gestures behind
Some rare laughter, but so insincere..
Those words, tongues twist around; disappear 
Until tears grow no link to being blind.
 
Fear of long awaited hope shapes care,
Set to beat tricks, lust stages alright
With pure intentions to outsmart stare...
That could lay hold on twists playing fair,
Till laughter

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