Discordant collaboration.

valentine evenings courtesy of the lonely prince.

You want to believe that you
can see right through anyone,
that you can pick their flaws out of flesh
like greedy raven, gaping maw.
Your carelessness you mean to don as an elaborate costume.

Every once in a while I sign on to your hubris
and fuel your liquor-inspired spite.
I let you look through me all you want,
drawing your archetypes around me, around you,
while you pretend to run through superfluous calculatory prose.
But this, too, is an elaborate costume
and we've played this game too long.
Cloak and dagger comes to a close.


You see poles of empath and sociopath
and draw yourself on the other side of where I stand,
but we're quite similar in that regard.

You like disguises and make-believe as well.

And I like you,
fallen fiend.

Reviews

[ATG]

A very well done poem. There was one minor grammar flaw, but not a major enough one to do any harm. I did the general fell of the poem and it was a fairly good read.

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~ one of my favourite wishes is to be able to see through fake and false people on this site... but alas... i fall flat on my face often... haha... :P ~ but i do actively fear them... as one would fear a dreaded disease... ~ this super piece of writing reminds me of those who dabble in what i call "mumbo jumbo"... and you call... "superfluous calculatory prose"... and you're right when you say...

"But this, too, is an elaborate costume"

~ sometimes, i'm startled to see the tremendous lengths to which people go to camouflage their insecurities... they fear themselves... and this line...

"You see poles of empath and sociopath"

~ is particularly brilliant as well... there are many i've encountered who genuinely believe it's not possible to be all good...

~ i won't say too much about "disguises" except that i love identifying my delusions and demolishing them... i don't know if i succeed all the time but i try...

~ and...the closing is stunning... i like 'em "fallen fiends" too... they do add a certain flavour to life... i suppose life wouldn't be as dangerous and exciting if it were not for them... :P

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I think I have a crush on this poem..it feels like that time I listened to the LA. woman album on my friend's bed and wanted to have its babies..bad things happened on that bed, but it was no less of a fond memory...but all flattery and memories aside, you have the kind focus on your subject that I'm hoping to have with a bit of discipline..glad you found me, because if I don't find a fresh new amazing writer once in a while I let myself get stale, if any of that makes any sorta sense