Smile For the Camera

A snapshot perfect memory
So-called candid imagery
Stopped mid-way, poses set
Sometimes real, sometimes fake
But always forever kept
In times, for the camera, we make

Catching a Falling Star

Feeling doubt and questioning fate

Engulfed in darkness from afar

But clinging on to the hope late

From catching a falling star

Skies flicker with lights

Wishing on the first star sighted

On one shooting across in flight

Amongst midnight planes piloted

Awaiting the magical properties

Of dreams and fairy tales come true

Star dust not only from a mythical species

Altering the negative view

Even if these are deceiving

Even if already knew surreal

Having such superstitions driving

Having such brings hope of steel

Eyelash undone

Eleven eleven time struck

Each birthday candle done

Earnings tossed in hopes of luck

Fallacy from childhood formed

Maturing, knowing otherwise

But to these we’ve still stormed

Momentarily content in such lies

Something so familiar

Such that is so routine

Sliver of hope remains closer

So keep aiming to catch that falling star

White Lies

Can’t believe that I couldn’t see your lies,

Couldn’t tell what was true

Stared me straight in the eyes

And didn’t falter through and through

Your words but a disguise

False care you displayed

You brought upon yourself this demise

How gullible to fall for such a façade

Told yourself it was only a white lie,

Miniscule and unimportant

Thought you were going to try,

But guess I should have caught the hint

One twist of the truth

A small exaggeration

Only an unnoticeable bend

Just putting a bit of a spin on reality

But who you hurt the most wasn’t me,

Though I look back and wonder

Why you chose to deceive

A terrible blunder

In the end, it goes back to you

You lost my trust and belief

I bid you adieu

You aren’t worth my grief

Whispers

Simply strolling

Silently thinking

Seemingly unaffected

By the turns of the heads

As always, never ceasing

People to gossip cling

Muffled words thrown around

Empty of the truth each sound

Still, walking, head high

Passing confidently by

Not a single tear,

Whimper, or sign of fear

That is merely at a glance

The outer shell, the only chance

If the truth they knew

The act is through

The brave and courageous,

The certain and outrageous

Simply put in authenticity,

Timid, afraid, and hurt in complicity

The whispers tossed about

Brought a confidence drought

Tired of expectations and lies,

The only protecting shield, my guise

Continue striding proudly,

Laughing it off loudly

Surrounded with people genuine,

Repairing the destruction within

Intoxication

A beauty so addictive
Which eyes can’t be torn from
Drawn together like adhesive
Gravity wills you to succumb

Falling deeper uncontrollably
Tumbling through the maelstrom
Believing that it is a guarantee
Predictable easily in your palm

But flailing through the storm
Vortex sucking you in
Realizing late the authentic form
Bliss excessive blooms sin

And a ribbon silken and lovely
Wraps around your neck deathly

Artificially Organic

Feeling nothing whatsoever,
Yet everything simultaneously
Pain and hurt through every endeavor
Hope for numbness, a constant plea

But proximity’s range,
Encloses ones held in endearment
Who deserve not this exchange
So it’s shoved into containment

A seemingly genuine bounce in step,
Brilliant smile that lights up the day,
Encouraging words full of pep,
But the eyes – endless, hopeless grey

Glancing in a hurry,
Depicts the illusion
Of not a single worry
A misfortunate delusion

Those in propinquity of heart’s reality
Know of the deceitful pretense
And together they ache in totality
Knowing naught to infiltrate the defense

So the artificially organic bliss ensues
Façade impenetrable
Countless numbers it shall confuse
Only self-healing held accountable