Is it really fake?
The way we smile on the web and pretend things are great
They way we search for the lost relationship we know we won't get back
But in the the curves of the letters we can act like it's okay
Pretend that those years weren't lost and that you were there
Because photos speak a 1,000 words and they're everywhere
On the web it may seem like its peachy keen and that we always had a love that was true.
But the truth lies in what's unseen
And there's nothing to change so for now I'm threw.

Media-
Pesky little fear spreading reporters
in an active attempt to spread information
That serves a specific agenda or resolution
such as getting the masses to consume or creating false images
to benefit or cover for some political figure
while masking the truth and only giving half assed
explanations and half of the facts
Most of us believe in everything we're told
at face value
This has to change

Thump Thump
Said the beat of my heart.
Perfectly synchronized with the
Bump Bump
Of her heart.
Two sets of lips inching up either side of his thighs,
Spread wide apart.
The melody of his respiration lost in the rhythm of his inspiration
Rhythmic
Swayed two tongues
Twenty fingers
Two bra straps undone.
Two heads of curls
Curled around one head
One hell of a baptism
Christened upon the holy sheets of the bed.
Two trails of saliva...
Describe to me the sensation of tongue on skin;
Offers of salvation for the sins that lie within.
Her eyes are alluring.
Bright eyes .
Chariot to heaven
He's got an Angel on each thigh.
That's two tongues
Crying,
One to devour each side.
Mesmerized
Spread wings and fly;
Hypnotized.
When you arrive at the pearly gate, we told him
Just come inside.

The walls speak to her.
They are so ugly and bare. And thats how she feels, ugly and bare.
She have no wounds to show, only wounds to tell.
And they become more and more of tales to tell,
surrounded by undistorted walls.
How does she not know these are not hers and they belong to someone else's?
How does she not know she was created and injected memories?
That sick little girl is no longer her,
and she is not and never was that sick little girl.

Doubt
Insecurity
Anger
Confusion
Pain
Suppression
Sadness
Whatever you feel I understand.
Express yourself; it's all there is.

fragile earth
tarnish its pulp
in my molars, adult

and a sheen that
lays paper

kites flying inside
gum nerves &

the brass touches
porcelain

you give me
cavities, my love
our life is so sweet

i feel your words
before they
are said

the homeostasis
as you speak

strength.

I give you my son for protection of this land,
I give you my beloved, in His mercy's hands..
I pray for you that you stand fast and strong,
that you won't allow for your land, any evil or wrong..
that you my dear will show every one,
that you belong to a nation of the rising sun..
that the land you belong, belongs to the brave..
In dying for their country, who never hesitate..
the land of love, the land of faith,
the castle of Islam, here lived the great..
I pray my son, for you, every moment..
that you live for your country, for it you embrace death..