Implausible Reality

shop girl

The shop girl turned the sign,

Left the stage,

Twisted up with anger and rage.

The customers never came to buy,

All the goods, the tricked up lie.

Implausible reality stepped in

With a wicked walk and grin.

You see my dear you oversold,

Strident instead of bold.

Such strange things you tried to sell.

Every time you rang that bell,

The customers laughed and smirked

and the harder you worked

the harder they chuckled

Until your Implausible reality buckled

and sent you to hell.

Turn out the lights, clear yourself out

All the customers have no doubt

You have lost your mind

Forgot to find

The key that locked the door.

 

Wishful thinking

Looks like my stalker would like to see my blog gone. Sorry to disappoint but WP has not removed it. Unlike some people, I have a life that sometimes gets in the way of writing blogs. If you have nothing to do but harass others and denigrate others I guess this is all you have. Sorry to inform you my blog has not been removed it is very much alive. Maybe your blog should find something more interesting than me to discuss.

Stop making such an ass of yourself.

donkey's ass

 

Shattered mind

Her break with reality is complete

Her mind has met defeat.

She skitters to and fro

Nowhere to go

But down and down

Into the abyss

Where all is amiss.

Shattered mind, empty soul

Destroys her role

As lover so divine

Vixen so sublime.

You see she looked too close

Saw the future as it arose

Around her

Inside her

To bind her

To her shattered mind.

Green Eyed Monster

It grabs you silently by the heart

Gives you a sudden start.

Fending off yet another

Possible, maybe lover.

Sexting, email all are suspect

Loss of all your own self-respect.

Chase them down give them misery

Such is your sad history.

Look in the mirror long and hard

Shatter your love shard by shard.

Can’t admit it is he that he cheated

and made your love defeated.

The list goes on and on it seems

Shatters all your dreams.

The spikey tail of jealousy and its’ sting

You cannot cope, you cannot bring

Yourself to understand your love

Is not a sweet and gentle dove

But a poorly disguised rat

and it isn’t the others that

Betrayed you.

Dismayed you.

It was the viper in your breast

That destroyed your little nest.

 

 

What do you see?

What do you see when you see me?

An object of fun? or of inspiration

A child of love or desperation?

Do you see me at all

Or pretend not to see me fall?

We are all different not peas in a pod

All measured by the same rod

I have challenges, well so do you.

Are you the best at all you do?

Are you so perfect? So beautiful or smart

Or do you just contain a tiny heart?

For the way you see me is a mirror of your soul

In life what is your ultimate goal?

To seed hatred? Lack of compassion

Because that is the fashion?

I will be here at the finish line

and peace and accomplishment will be mine.

Careful who you poke

For you my friend might be the joke.

handicapped children at race

 

 

Evil

Evil lurks

It twists and bends

Spreads hatred and misery

Cloaks itself like close friends

Reveals itself in history.

The Ides of March march on

and the evil reveals

Launches itself

on souls and steals

All goodness and light

Lives in spite and terror

Can’t look into the mirror

Or it will be destroyed

by its’ own black soul.

 

 

The Charming Narcissist

Stop the Narcissist

It is hard to believe how well a Narcissist or Sociopath can fool people. It happened to me and several others. The woman was amazing. Funny, smart and really pretty. Each one of us thought we had found our best friend. Individually she groomed us. Made us feel special and important. The thing with a really good narcissistic sociopath is that they have an innate ability to hone in on what is important to you. They cannot feel and need someone to feed off. All they do in reality is put a mirror up and become that mirror image. Do you like her? Well hell yea because she has become you. She knows what is important, what makes you tick. She has spent a lifetime reading peoples emotions so she can mimic them. That is because she doesn’t have any of her own.
It is amazing how good they are at getting into your head. As time goes on you become comfortable. After all she is your best friend. You can tell her anything. This can be even more dangerous on social networks where you don’t get physical cues. They are able to create personalities. Before you know it you have told them your whole life story.
This is when it gets tricky you see they now have a loaded gun and you have supplied the bullets. They will manipulate you into doing things that perhaps you would not have thought of doing ordinarily. It is done slowly and expertly. Creeping into your mind. Now that they have you they will use you. They use you for their own entertainment. Gas lighting and changing the rules. Accusing you of doing things that astound you. This is how they get their emotions they feed off yours as you get upset by their accusations. Remember the bullets? Well now they use them. The secrets you told them are their weapons and they have no compunction about plastering them everywhere and twisting them.
Mine accused me of madness because I shared with her my mothers bipolar illness. The lies that came out were amazing. I am not the only one that this happened to. After a while I started talking to her other victims. It was a pattern. We banded together to stop her and we did. She cannot do her tricks as there are too many watching and warning.
The moral of this story is don’t share things that you don’t want to become public or that could be twisted with people you really don’t know. Social media gives these sociopaths masks to hide behind. Don’t be a victim. If a person in real life is too friendly too fast question why. Friendship is a thing that takes time and trust. It isn’t instant. I am lucky I got real friends from this experience. Others aren’t so lucky.

Silence speaking volumes

Silence

We listen for her words of defense

Nothing.

Nothing to fix the pain

Nothing to relieve the lies

told over and over.

Nothing says volumes

About the woman

about the tales

She so glibly told

That were lies

Within lies.

So Karma waits

Around the corner

Quickly catching up

Her high heels click on the sidewalk

Heavy panting try to escape

The web she wove.