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fake for real
by Matthew Sharpif there is ever a chance to be yourself,
fake it.
it isnt true..
there is no you,
there is no me.
universally embedded limbs on the eternal organism,
as it spreads you out like light through a prism,
to fill the light within,
many to be born/killed again.
releasing the prison of sense's pretense's,
is the lubrication to remove yourself from the equation,
of the fitted groove,
locked in which we move.
within/without
I like this.
I don't like that,
and in between that.
I stay trapped. 01/20/2007 Posted on 01/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meagan Green on 04/18/07 at 09:28 PM REALLY good. Or bad, depending upon one's individual reaction to truth. Truth, untruth, self, everybody else it's all in the way you look at it. Your words always get me going. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 04/27/08 at 08:11 PM This really hit home for me. I've faked it in order not to lose it. I've done relationship CPR wishing someone would just take me to the morgue. And that middle stanza... wow... intense rhythm. In the end, I remember the shackles. ~N |
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