Box of Lies

This one is dedicated to all the liars...the ppl who lie for no reason at all! If you feel uneasy, then it's probably because you're being convicted! This is not about anyone that I tagged so don't be alarmed! Love you! Check out more at www.dominiquecooper.com

Box of Lies

When I see you
I see words traveling without a clear direction
When I see you
I see phrases, without a pure logic
When I see you
Nothing is physically there
No movement or sounds, tales abound
When I see you
I look for a diaphragm that doesn’t exist
Or even a heart that contracts to win a race
When I see you
I see nothing, zero, it’s not there
When I see you
I see words hurling around my aura
Senseless thoughts that tell a wonder
When I see you
The phrases become stories, once told
Without hesitation, confidence of bold
When I see you
I see nothing, no skin to lace the body
I thought you were there
When I see you
There are letters now, something more than habitual
Filtering out the truths and reusing the ones that worked
When I see you
A see a secret hardened by fear, where your emotions are packed
Packed in a box of lies
When I see you, I don’t see you


Dominique Cooper

Mere Insanity

“Mere insanity” is what she blacked on the wall of the stall that stared back for a drop of Clorox; The addiction was far too poignant to remediate what had twisted the norms of popular belief; Her sweat was piercing the hole just to sit there and hide, subsiding beside her conscious; Neither alert or alarming to the taps against the tile; Her feet were planted like Velcro;

In All Seriousness

I packed my emotions in a trunk and the heath grew; invisible immortality troubled my pores, leaking residue; this approach, girl behind black w/o a smile, my eyes objected; for the strain was a thrusting wave – damaging visage; salty drops, God permissed to no invitation to sorrow; In too deep, it’s windex’d efforts of a plucky demeanor; No eyes, I guessed…The buildable pressure exploding around my heart was soon placed in push cart and dictated by a breathing gavel and escorted by situation – me.

Judgmental

Judgmental

Smile, smirk, a kiss, he’s hurt
Passing through a parade of differences unnoticed
Noticing the flaws that befall upon everyone outside of his comfort
His opinions, their references to the creation he’s not entitled to
Indulge, imply, or reply
Until the reflection seeps into the cracks of a complaint
Past restraint that paints without sanding, he taints
The lenses only he can see thru
Bi-focused on features that failed an inspection
Hair, teeth, weight and skin complexion
He walks thru an ad, picking and choosing
Choosing and snoozing the set, she’s set to win his losses he’s losing
All based on a technicality, conventionally bruising
The imperfections that perfect identity, falsely diffusing
Your acceptance of who she really is, who they really are…