423. Hollow

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The floorboards creak…

Titter-totter. Titter-totter.

This place is home,

So what’s the matter?

What’s the matter?

Doors move and squeak…

Shriek-shriek. Shriek-shriek.

This place is home,

So why sneak?

Creak-Creak.

The windows jolt.

Rattle-clatter. Rattle-clatter.

This place is home,

So where’s the chatter?

What’s the matter?

The stairs settle…

Whisper-whisper. Whisper-whisper.

No one is home,

But they were…

They were……………

K. Aldaya, 1/25/18

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315. The Bed

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The bed is made of lies and fire,

Though it does not burn to ash,

And upon it lies lustful desire,

And lost souls under lash.

Bodies burn engulfed in flame,

Forever stoking the blaze.

The babies, crawling, are the blame;

Igniting with their gaze.

The fire sparks from inside,

Childhood’s glowing domicile,

Of doors which lead to hell and abide,

In the darkness of denial.

The flames cannot be quenched with tears.

The fire once set, burns on.

For those in hell are the mutineers,

Who refuse to lie –and yawn,

And sleep in ignorance.

K. Aldaya, 8/3/15

Gif:  “Fire” by Freaky–Like–Vivi on Deviant Art;  http://freaky–like–vivi.deviantart.com;  http://freaky–like–vivi.deviantart.com/art/Fire-350936436

298. Dancing in Blood

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I know you think me dense,

‘Cause of the smile on my face,

But don’t underestimate me.

Don’t ever lie to my face!

I know manipulation.

I’ve lived beyond my years.

I’ve met all kinds in my life.

Nothing’s ever what it appears.

I never believe what I hear.

I will make my own decision,

And if I find you lied to me,

There will be a division.

Our bond will be severed,

And the bloody mess of it all,

Will flow out, and that blood,

Will be made plaster for a wall.

I’ll soak the bricks in blood,

And everything reanalyze.

I’ll keep building that wall higher,

Until you give up your lies.

For I am not a fool you see,

And I’m done being a toy.

I won’t be used and manipulated,

For your amusement or your joy.

Why do so many these days,

Lie to seek out attention?

Why do they not know each lie,

Maims others by extension?

Don’t lie to me expecting pity.

I’d have cared regardless,

But now I feel nothing but anger;

For I know you’d never confess.

I loathe manipulators.

I will not stand for frauds!

Though I’ll show human decency,

No matter who defrauds.

I’d be the first to apologize,

If I ever hurt you,

So why don’t you care at all?

Is dancing in blood fun for you?

K. Aldaya, 4/3/15

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187. What a Fraud!

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I deeply hate you for your lies,

You told me that you cared for me,

But as I know well, love dies;

If there was ever such a thing,

Beyond the ageless cries.

How can you laugh and enjoy,

The pained days given forth.

Like a vile soul envoy,

That kills the hope of more.

No I’m not some f***ing toy!

Though thrown out as a whore.

What did I do to deserve,

Being a pawn you play,

To win a better hand serve,

By use of a body:

Simply a first observe,

By one, cold and haughty.

K. Aldaya, 11/21/05

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175. Loves’ Lie

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Why did you lie?

I asked you to tell truth.

I can’t take your sh**,

I can handle the truth!

You used me….and left me for sh**!

Why did you lie?

We were friends first and why,

Would you ask me to care,

Then take it, swift, back?

More lies are what my heart can’t bear.

Why did you lie?

I’ve been right all along.

Unlovable. Feel stupid,

For thinking one moment,

Love was something my soul could once bid.

K. Aldaya, 10/5/05

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125. Flaming Lips

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Quickly,

Flames burn bright,

Burn. Scorch.

Continually ignite!

Those leering lips,

Of subtle damning contradictions,

Sear sickly.

Fast hide,

From loves’ bitter,

Mind-war.

Pretend love’s fitter,

Than those cruel fire-lakes,

Smoking with melted-cordialities,

And words lied.

K. Aldaya, 2/23/05

Picture: “Fire Lips” by MilaDarkAngel on Deviant Art; http://miladarkangel.deviantart.com/art/Fire-lips-94121200