[Verse]
I hate to fake it
But I have to make it
I hate to leave things unsaid
[Verse]
You have to fake it
We have to make it
We’ll fake it till we’re done with it
[Chorus]
We fake love so we will make love
We do what keeps us moving
Move on, let’s keep on grooving
We laugh, we lean, we shake it
We Fake it; make it; break it
[Bridge]
For once… for good
For all it’s worth: the things unsaid
[Outro]
We know what matters in the end
Since I have some time now, I’ve put together this anthology for you all. If you think my effort is worth it and the quality is good, feel free to buy me a coffee, there’s a button at the end too. Feel free to share this post and comment too.
I’ve also added a few extra poems that you might not have seen before.
I’m testing an intricate idea here. This post is a single post with a collection of poems separated by pages (you might see page breaks depending on where you are reading this), with chapters and titles organized by the appropriate headings (no hyperlinks). Call it my postfolio; it’s a post analogous to a book.
Welcome to a journey through language, writing, and the metatextual world of poetry. We’ll explore how language can be both a creative tool and a barrier. From the playful frustration of crumpled drafts to the powerful imagery of ink and blood, these verses challenge traditional forms, blending free verse with deliberate constraints.
The author
Persona #5738
Welcome to their life.
It might be an open book
— though, unlike a certain kind,
left opened to the same page as ever
because one is obsessed
with a narrow frame of it.
Are we on the same page?
Life together is a mutual reading.
Will you read their last page as they read yours?
Will you commit? Will you compromise?
Welcome to their life. It’s free to enter but pricey to leave.
Reveries That I Call Poetry 