Archive for the Tag 'deceit'

Depiction

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction.
It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once.
Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves of desire, [...]

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Lost in the façade

I told him once he was a praise whore, and thought he was going to cry. The look of hurt shown in his eyes nearly broke my heart.
But still, what I said was truth.
I tried to reach that part of him; beyond the shallows, into the depths, and for a moment successfully glimpsed. But it [...]

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don't know why

She dies a little more
Each time
Following in the dark
A shadow drifting
Unnoticed
Across his frenzied life
Watching movements
As it unfolds
And still she wonders
With every word
He strokes

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Hypocritic Bullshit

So tired of people…
Screaming for love
When there’s no love
In them
Crying foul
When they cheat
At every turn
Pointing a finger
Casting the
Blame
Refusing to take
Responsibility
For actions all
Their own
Refusing or
Unable
A sure sign
Of the true
Make-up
Is it any
Wonder
I chose this
Path of
Darkness
Blinded by the
Light
When true colors
Are revealed

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Akin

…and so I was reminded, that each of them had suffered; in various ways and to differing degrees of agony and pain. Infected with a unique version of the strand, but the same virus nonetheless…

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Separate Reality

The music strikes a cord, as rain falls steady outside your four doors; and you feel him suddenly, tugging at your soul. Memories come down like raindrops on the windshield; and you realize with gripping certainty, just how close you came to throwing it all away; for a stranger whose specialty was manipulating words; who [...]

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Hollow Soul

Like a tree
Solid strong
Broad and stocky
Hollow at the
Core
Rotten inside
Peering leering
Paranoid searching
Driven by
Ego
Googling his own
Name
Empty of
Feeling
Driven by
Madness
Writing his
Life
In poetry and
Prose
Found on pages
Endless pages
Dostoevsky
Bukowski
Kerouac
Neitzsche
Incapable of
Grasping
All forms of
Reality
Stories already
Told
A life of
Emulation
Lost in theirs
Unconscious of
Time
Forever living
The lie

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At the bottom of the well…

…lies a pathetic creature of habit. So vile as to burn your eyes blind, should you cast your gaze upon him for too long a time. Haunted by demons of a horrific past, or a victim of sheer lunacy, telling tall tales; weaving colorful yarns, his mind simply mad.
I often wondered of his angst; whether [...]

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Autumn Sage

They met in a little antique shop. She’d just picked up and started examining a brass stamp box when he came up behind her and said, “Best to be careful; things aren’t always what they seem.” She turned slowly, to see who the masculine voice with the slow, sultry drawl belonged to; her heart tripping [...]

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