Ok, so I guess this should have been my first post to help explain what I am doing and why I am doing it in regards to Juxtaposed To A Fault. I have been an active writer for 25 years. Whether it has been poetry, lyrics, short stories, or opinion style pieces I have had … Continue reading Op-Ed: Getting Started
Ghosts of You
Everything ended so long ago, leaving me to be alone, With nothing but memories, the only thing left to call my own, Everything you touched holds a moment, a lasting residue, I cannot get you out of my head, all I see are ghosts of you, They follow me day and night, calling to me … Continue reading Ghosts of You
Isolation of Self
Lock myself away in the recesses of my mind, Unraveling the knot of my ID that has been kept tied in a bind, Working on this tangle of strings my fingers get sore, As droplets of blood drip onto the floor, As I tug on the strings the knot simply tightens, Which adversely causes my … Continue reading Isolation of Self
w@r~p0rn
Spoon fed from the TV all you need to know, Who needs cable when you have this show, Replace sex with violence and love with hate, Show the rubble and dead as pundits masturbate, Our side/their side; this is clear as night and day, No face to a name so we’ll believe whatever they say, … Continue reading w@r~p0rn
Game of Chance
Looking over the land like a self-appointed God-King should, Judging life as a self-perceived supreme being would, Leave a path of destruction behind as only an ultimate destroyer could, Or bring life anew and prosperity from the platitudes you stood, Know that you went from pawn to king in a blink of an eye, And … Continue reading Game of Chance
Crucified
Dead on the inside but fake the light to fool the crowd, Shapeless and hollow yet seem vibrant and full to make them proud, Shaking the hand of the devil to get the things you need, Embracing the Judas ignoring the advice we’d heed, The only light left within is an ember of past transgressions, … Continue reading Crucified
Miss Interpret
She gave me her body, while I gave her my soul, I didn’t realize there was a distinction between the two, If pain is an illusion then why does it feel so real, Whether physical or emotional confusion provides the view.
The Drowning Shame
Flit and float from one circle unto the next, Leaving pain and sorrow in your wake, Never let anyone get too close, A cheap replica of something fake, For fear that they will see what you don’t want, misdirect through maneuverability, Things you see as ugly, An inconsolable reclusive mass of vulnerability, Cut the lines into … Continue reading The Drowning Shame
The Departed
Why did you have to leave me here alone in this place, I’m drowning in your absence trying to figure out where I really belong, Among the leeches and vultures pecking over carrion bones, While I hide in your shadow as I had all along, In a desperate attempt at saving a little face, Instead … Continue reading The Departed
Tremors
I stare at you worn out and exhausted as i struggle to find something to say, I’m curious as to how you will justify the things you did today, My words slowly drip out of my mouth like a leaky faucet, In shock and disbelief it seems you have completely lost it, You’re not naive gullible … Continue reading Tremors
Juxtaposed To A Fault 