But you can’t change anyone, so put that smile behind your lack of effort, it’s the only thing that shows anyway.

this poem, has no title.

that is all.

There is no match to the silence.

It screams around me, the deafening calm.
Anxious bones, nervous eyes.
Words are seldom yet aggressive
Sparking the flame

The tension heats
The tempers rise
The truth needs to be unleashed.
Climax arrives in a conflict filled plot.

Finally, the disguised calm turns to screams.
hot tears flood.
Angry words, stares turn angry
Cuts, razor-like
Such a vicious tongue.
Violent, angry, venom.


Unleashed, blindfolded and flipped.
A nasty trick
pulled out of a magic black hat.
sinister smirk hidden under a pout.
Tables turn, the “victim” laughs.
The predator is attacked.
The fault is blamed,
Once again, he wins.