Tag: facade

Behind the Facade

In the virtual realm, where masks conceal,
Waves of truth and lies intermingle,
A labyrinthine maze, where thoughts reveal,
The depths of our souls, where secrets mingle.

Amidst the cacophony of friends galore,
I feel the abyss of loneliness,
My mind a canvas, painted with night’s lore,
Moonlight’s gentle glow, a fleeting caress.

Truth and illusion, a tangled skein,
Doubts assail, as I question all.
Will the masks be shed, and truth regain,
Its rightful place, where hearts enthrall?

Beneath the facade, our truths reside,
Concealed from view, yet yearns to be known.
Will we dare to bare, what lies inside,
And embrace our truths, though they’re sown?

I have removed the mask, my soul laid bare,
Lies unveiled, the truth now stands clear.
Will you too unveil, your secrets share,
And together forge, a bond sincere?

28 Oct 2023

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Glimmer of Hope

The world can be cruel, dark and grim,
It’ll trip you up and laugh within.
But don’t be fooled by its facade,
A brighter light exists, not a mirage.
For in the darkest of its night,
A glimmer of hope can still ignite.
So don’t give up, don’t lose your way,
Keep pushing through to brighter days.

1 Jul 2023

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Shedding the Smiling Mask

She surfaces with a smile so wide,
A mask that hides what’s deep inside.
A facade that’s worn day by day,
To keep the truth so far at bay.

But falseness only goes so far,
Pretense can’t hide who we are.
The time has come to shed the guise,
And let authenticity arise.

With vulnerability on display,
Honesty can lead the way.
Sincerity and genuineness too,
Can help us find what’s real and true.

No more concealment or disguise,
It’s time to let our souls arise.
For only in exposure can we find,
The peace and freedom of an honest mind.

10 May 2023

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The Two Sides of Me

The two sides of me, forever at war,
A split personality, a struggle I abhor,
Trying to maintain a facade, but what for?
When my identity crisis leaves me wanting more.

“It’s not you, It’s me,” I say with a sigh,
As I try to explain my inner turmoil, my lie,
A struggle that leaves me feeling so shy,
My dual personality, forever on standby.

One side is strong, the other is weak,
One is hopeful, the other is bleak,
A split that leaves me feeling so meek,
My identity crisis, forever unique.

The two sides of me, a battle so fierce,
A split personality, a struggle so pierce,
Trying to maintain my facade, but at what expense?
When my identity crisis leaves me feeling so dense.

3 May 2023

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The Lying Heart

In rhythmic breath of your lying heart,
Deceit and love play a deadly part,
Passion burns bright, but oh so fleet,
Betrayal lurks, beneath the sheet.

Your words a facade, a clever guise,
As truth and lies become allies,
The heart desires what it cannot keep,
And in its grasp, it buries deep.

A love that’s real, a love that’s true,
A heart that’s pure, not one askew,
For in the end, it’s honesty that prevails,
And the lying heart, it always fails.

2 May 2023

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Hong Kong Red Light Streets

Hong Kong Red Light Streets

In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
The neon lights, they flicker, with a seductive glow,
A place of pleasure, that’s hard to let go.

The women, they stand, in their sultry attire,
A vision of beauty, that’s hard to acquire,
Their eyes, they sparkle, with a dangerous flame,
A world of secrets, that’s hard to tame.

The men, they come, with a hunger so deep,
A desire for pleasure, that’s hard to keep,
Their hearts, they race, with a primal need,
A world of pleasure, that’s hard to concede.

But behind the glamour, lies a story so sad,
A world of exploitation, that’s hard to fathom,
The women, they’re trapped, in a cycle so cruel,
A world of pain, that’s hard to overrule.

In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
But behind the facade, lies a story so dark,
A world of sorrow, that’s hard to embark.

15 Apr 2023

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A Stranger in My Skin

A Stranger in My Skin

I don’t recognize the person that I see
When I look at the mirror every day
A stranger in my skin that’s not really me
A facade that I have to maintain and play

I don’t feel comfortable in this body
That does not reflect who I am inside
A cage that I have to endure and embody
A constraint that I have to abide and hide

I don’t belong to this world that I live in
That does not accept me for who I am
A stranger in my skin that can’t fit in
A misfit that I have to pretend and scam

I wish I could find a place where I belong
Where I can be myself and feel strong.

31 Mar 2023

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The words so often are enough

I hang myself from your every word,
swinging beneath the phrases as you
spit your truth,

molding it with your hands into
poetry.

Suffering death after death as I read you.
The facade crumbling as those words
seep deeply into me.
Teaching that I am my own
worst enemy.

Longing for those same hands to etch
your poetry across my body.
Left aching and hard, hoping you glimpse
a softer soul within me.

If only I could pour my words upon yours,
creating by way of some mystical
incantation,

flesh intertwined, blooming flowers
of pleasure, watered by desire,
shining brighter than the sun.

I would.

Still, I walk the razor’s edge of forever
but a stones throw away from never.

I would leap from it all
and cast myself to the abyss
if but for a chance to land in your…

Poetry.

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29 Jul 2022

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