Not long ago,
it was you and I —
two peas in a pod,
two socks in a drawer.

Until that day,
you gave it a try
to fit in with others
by telling a lie.

From that moment,
we were no more —
a pea had been eaten,
a sock lost to the floor.

Sudden and sharp,
it hurt like hell.
You aimed your words
with a cruel farewell.
You threw the spear,
then turned away,
causing grey clouds
to appear that day.

It ...

I used to live so deep I didn’t know I was veiled

I saw everything

I knew nothing

it felt like it was what it is

How it feels it was felt

And it wasn’t was it?

Since I was young

What I dreamt of

I Knew it would come

A thin veneer

A half spoken secret

Now everything feels like a cover story

I want to be by myself because I feel so alone

Do you know about t...

The face hides beneath the thin veneer as it crumbles

It wants out, it wants us

It can't speak but it can growl

Its not a human but not an animal, what is it?

It stares back at us in the mirror

Following our every move like a predator

It is also there in the shape of a shadow next to us

The dark blob walking alongside us with every step...

...

The porcelain mask and all its cracks

Sits upon the once-hopeful’s face with a grin

Battered from years of love and all it lacks

It is failing its disguise like a veneer grown thin

The dreams of a little girl so naive

To a world that flourishes upon despair and death

Grows into a hopelessness doomed to grieve

As those dreams venture upon their last breath

The little girl, now a woman grown

Feels...

You ever notice,

how it only takes one thing

to make the mask slip?

One glance that lingers

half a second too long,

one word that lands with the wrong weight

and suddenly the whole performance

we call being human

starts to glitch.

We’re all porcelain dolls, baby,

shined up for display.

Smiles glazed on.

Polite laughter fired at high heat.

But underneath:

underneath is clay.

Soft.

Damp.

Breath...

Beneath the laughter’s practiced gleam,

there hums a quiet, splintered dream—

a trembling pulse behind the glass,

where every thought must gently pass.

We stitch our smiles with borrowed thread,

pretend the cracks are mended, fed;

but under silk and sunlight’s glaze,

the mind drifts off in shadowed haze.

Each tender truth we dare to keep

lies restless, murmuring in sleep;

a single word, a fleeti...

Transparent

And incoherent

While being apparent

Yet needing variants

But really hidden

And ridden

With written

Inconsistencies

Thin veil

Not well

Truth tells

Silent yell...

“Like a friend” is the label

Platonic feelings the fable

We both know what we feel

Let’s lay it out on the table.

- friends who like each other but won’t admit it…..

KK...

What is this feeling of dread

Have I left her, perhaps dead

Words would once flow forth

In gouts and even rivers worth

Now only a trickle and spittle

Leaving me lost in the riddle

It’s left me hollow and cored

certainly not that I’m bored

I’ve sinned against myself

It’s left me utterly bereft

I feel so very transparent

Why couldn’t I be clairvoyant

*...

I expected a thin veneer

Pasted sloppily to pressboard more

Cheap plastic than common sense

Fingernail soft pine and Allen wrench assembly

Based on the low price and the attentive texts

Instead

Again

I’d lost my glasses

In the bags of recycling

that the kids pretend not to see

Or in the exhausted trash bags by the door

Or in my relegated milk glass collection

I don’t know where anything is...