"We build too many walls and not enough bridges."

a chasing commitment 

to an aqueous poison 

our partisan  intent

the forbidden bitten

while change insinuates 

an invisible imposed barrier 

sequestering our fates

please keep playing an actor

The temporary constituents

of an apathetically chosen separation 

while I manage to assume valiance

and your slogan admits no vindication

Waiting

Complaints

the service

avoiding

yet expecting 

to walk out

pockets full

“I want my check please”

the obvious difference

between the lower classes

one either learns

the force-

ful behavior

and uses it to manipulate

their status

or pure heartily 

contemplate the knowledge

creating a stronger bond

between intelligence

and wisdom

remaining un-categorized 

growth from within

undefined 

by how heavy their pockets are

I wonder who didn’t love her in the past?

She was tanner than me

and I lived on the sun

craved for attention

when I got none

obvious disinterest in her

but she never heard no

while they caved 

in effort to appease

all her desperate pleas

no self worth

no self control

too high self esteem

she’d never realize 

her dirty image

she was proud

“I get what I want”

but no one wanted her 

because she was self-less

and selfish 

too spoiled 

to sense their denial

and her angst

from their disapperance

will never disappear

until she washes her face

and shuts her legs

Going to start using Hello Poetry as well. So if you have one or care to read mine here is my url:

http://hellopoetry.com/-fara-pizzo/

Everything is invisable

planned and processed

with an escapble fate

that you first must acknowledge

but yet not over-analyze

to become dizzy with detachment

however, for many

they need the created direction

but they forget it exists

using force

while my feet are inclined 

(to do so)

I’ll reach the same destination

I promise

I’ve grown out of feeling

instant connections

the sinking in your chest

fixating your eyes

and recording all their sounds

 

I’ve lost it

to time

it’s diminished 

minutes gone

because of time

I’ve lost you

along with this feeling

because our timing is off

 

if fate were to exist

I would already know you

and neither of us 

would have been

hesitant and confused

 

carrying baggage

armor and weaponry

to a playground

Sinking with closed eyes

picturing the glossy paper

outlining with intent to mimic

selling the perfect

narrowing body image

portraying those who would sacrifice

greening plastic 

sneaking ambient drops

liquefying friendships

for a breath

unfinished thought…too tired

I forgot how to speak

somewhere in between

being afraid 

and never being able to spell

so I learned to talk

myself out and into things

learning to stick up 

without being stuck up

The warmth

no need for a blanket

the agonizing perspiration

from trying too persistently

to get your attention

when my cheeks turned red

not from embarassment

but from the lack of heat

your arm intuitively

spoke

answering my next question

but you had to leave

perhaps you gained forsight

that I wouldn’t need your cover

till next winter

or undoubtably 

you brought the cold to me

Hell is a paradox

if evil loves evil

why does he torture them

in a fiery solitude

when behavior is relinquished

through punishment 

and learned through rewards

but his image would not stand

and the devil would dissipate in intentions

so hell is over populated 

with those who never change

from their mistakes and bad habits

a masochistic desire 

chaining themselves

willing 

to the train tracks

only further falsifying

the negativity 

that we are slaves to fate

when our perception

is our true reality