Posts Tagged Gossip

She asks questions
Too many
For my zone
Of comfort

Personal in nature
A stalkers arsenal
As if to glimpse
Inside my world

Ridiculous assumptions
Personal judgments
Strange fascination
Prying curiosity

Gathering information
Painting a picture
By what she sees
Thinks she knows

What is the purpose
This strange fascination
Just take my order
Give me my espresso

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

Temperamental artists – you know the type; always questioning their existence, love and life. The pain an illusion of course, but feeling very real at the time; so as to send them on a downward spiral, landing in the bowels of darkness; where they wallow; searching a single ray of light.

Always fun to look at; pick apart the pain of others, as vultures on a carcass. But what I’ve found to be true, more often than not, is that those who find pleasure in the pain of others rarely are able to grasp anything beyond the elemental; especially when their own lives don’t warrant a second glance.

Just something to think about, while trying to read between the lines…