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Before Orpheus
that moth
and the mess he caused
a citizen of pretense
to my mother and talk
I was born.
Dikter om ämnet: pretense
Dikter om ämnet ”pretense” på Poets.by.
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Roses are red,
sometimes im thinking,
about people what think I'm lying,
about being hurt,
because they see me,
laughing.
But actually,
I laugh to keep,
myself from crying
Tug of War
Be real.
Be fake, be sweet as boring cake.
Be real.
How does real feel?
Real feels right,
but right feels wrong.
Real feels like
punching you in the face
for the hurtful things you say.
Real feels horny.
Gotcha! feels real,
and anything said upon stepping in dog shit.
Fake feels wrong,
but wrong feels right.
Fake feels like
putting up with mistreatment
Smiles
Smiles are the words beyond the words
That thoughts abandon helplessly.
Upon this nervous shop-girl’s face,
Where clusters of tiny limpness meet,
A frightened spark leaps high and drops
Into the hot pause of a banished love.
A lustrelessly plump
Girl beside her does not know
That her face for moments glows
Into a helpless solitude.
Upon an old man’s face
Are gleams of meek embarrassment--
The faded presence of some old debt?
This woman’s face is scorched
By a torch that falls from weary hands
And makes her laugh an unheard lie.