Painted Lies

Fate tells lies
Dreams Disguise
Walls fall down
Hopes revise 
My thirst is hungry
My eyes are dry
The ignition is running
Yet we still have time
The feet are grounded
The past stands still
The future is anxious
I feel ill
Death walks by; a steady pace
Life goes 'bout a cheating race
My cheeks are burning 
feelings are numb
The world I knew is crashing down
What I thought I loved is set ablaze
True passions stand through all the haze
I move a step back to take it in
Colors fade revealing temptation and sin
The two components upon which this world is built
nothing left now but a web of defeat and guilt
I close my eyes
And repaint my life
Refill my heart
Rewind the time
When I awaken I'll be all smiles
For all is masked for just a while.

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You are the key to the lock

The cop to the robber

The text to a book

The lack of a father

The ink in my pen

The sing to a song

The devil on my shoulder to guide 

from right to wrong

The laugher in slaughter 

The wind in my hair

A broken heartbeat barely there

You are the gum on my shoe

The itch I can't scratch

Hate filled words you can't take back

The crust on a sandwich

A splinter on my soul

With each day that passes, your presence grows old

Your a forest with no trees

A garden without flowers

An evil villain minus the superpowers 

A cut without a band-aid

The hole within my sock

The unsteady sea upon which the boat rocks

Your a dark cloud on a sunny day

That likely chance of unwanted rain

You cause more tension than a rubber-band

That annoying voice I just can't stand

A stain on a shirt

The shampoo in my eyes

The burn of a fire

An unpleasant surprise

You disappoint like a good book turned into a bad movie

I promise you I'm not picky and I'm not choosy 

Your like a leaky faucet 

You just don't stop

Like a pesty fly I try to swat

You cause more pain than a ten-story fall

An uneven sidewalk upon which you crawl

Your a cold cup of coffee

The cause of the tears that are falling

You run around, no mission, no calling

You think you have a purpose?

Some kinda importance in life?

I'll tell you your purpose 

Your nothing more than a disturbance in my eyes

Dear Stranger,

We use to see each other from day to day

We continue to walk by, with little to say.

Oh how we use to know each other

You were my best friend

It was your ignorance that led this relationship to it's end

Masked strangers, Sealed Lips

It hurts to think it has come to this

We us to dance to Fleetwood Mac

Now you sit, strung-out, and fat

Lies, deceit, alcohol

You are the cause to it all

Signed,

Your daughter

The Bitter Taste of Insecurities

Your bitter words leave a bad taste on my thoughts

Such a tainted love you allege 

robbed of my freedom

denied the simplicity of trust

you give me no choice

For I can stay here no longer

The key is now mine

I unlock the door

and begin my life

Unchained

happy 

Alone

Acid Rain

Words circulate the room.

They bounce from the walls

and fall, surrendering to the floor

Heavy with hatred

Black as the coffee I drink

They take you prisoner

Your attention is mine

Two steps forward,

One step back

You reach out, but your comfort is no longer welcomed here

"Silly girl," he says, "You do not mean that"

Your ignorance infuriates me

Words burn my ears

I hate you.

Indecision in Overdrive

Words counterclockwise

Actions in reverse

The music becomes louder

Emotions are rehearsed

Death becomes an object

Karma is the verb

Voices of evil dance around his head

to others they are unheard

The light flickers on 

Above the human brain

Morals are resurfaced

but there's no ethic to his game

The clock is ticking faster

The day turns into night

Self-esteem is on the  low 

and crime is on the rise

The remote is laid down

with pause firmly pressed

Should he fast-forward

or simply let it set?

It is a decision of past or present

Should he start over

or let life live

in it's correct order?

Revelation Stirs

The vision you glorify in your mind,

your greatest achievements favor no time.

An abstract phantom of walking state,

my childhood reasons for love and hate.

Life is a catalyst, a spark in time.

I live by no reason, rhythm or rhyme.

I am the dust pan and you are the mess.

Those monsters in my head, they never rest.

Thought you were the yoda of my life

all full of wisdom, but yet you lie.

What worried me, mastered me.

Your weakness became my strength.

For my trust issues, I have you to thank.

They say anger makes you smaller

while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were.

If this remains true, I'll hold back on that growth spurt.

How to state it?

Will I make it?

The worry ends here.

Out of the cage,

Released by the strangling hand of control.

Free to be off on my own.