RealEyes Realise RealLies

20, living in Paris. Linguist, with a rather scientific approach to things. Sensual, caring. I do not think twice for people who think once. A Hormone-spilled almost-out-of-ink prose writer. So, who wants to act like they really know themselves?

[ihebfehri]

The love of a girl

We've always had a Jealous guardian An adapting, Heavy brick wall He did not like us To be around other people Neither alone, for that fact He was always there To put itself between us He appeared in many shapes But he was always Just small enough so that i can make out Your small soft hands Holding mine So tight and Your heavenly eyes In complete control Of my line of sight You were not a lover Nor a friend nor a fuck You were a little girl Scared of being alone Attaching herself to whatever she could On her way down

[ihebfehri]

Arrogant self-deception

There are too many beautiful people walking around this puny, little Earth and not enough of me

God, i wish i was hundreds so I can love a hundred times more of those ravishing bodies sticking right back to me

I want all the eyes walking past me drooling with envy yes, lots and lots of envy

envying my hands touching these hips and the lips licking this skin the smiling due to my eyes the laughter through my lies

I want them all i need them all i should have them all All of this is possible Everyone is obtainable if there was more of me

[ihebfehri]

It is time To revoke All your basic, human rights This is not the time for them It is now the time is to Obey You shall put every decision In my hands As I see fit Fitting, perfectly between the cracks of my fingers As my master whip Tensing only on the touch of your skin You will only scream

If I let go of your neck Your breaths are bound  To me Only me I will say what your body needs Even if you are screaming  With envy

Make me Into necessity Give me Every one  Of your needs I want nothing To tremble your mind But when my fingers will claim ownership And ravage you Till my need Is complete

Every part of you now bears  The mark of my own And no one will  Ever hurt you Except my loving whip And me, naturally.

[ihebfehri]

Heavy

I am gently turning into sturdy rock getting heavier, heavier upon every hit

I no longer feel flesh and skin these sensible tools of mine are becoming nothing but old wires and rusty metal I am past technology rendered obsolete

you made me feel alive your touch sprouted flowers and your voice brought the butterflies flying around, this little ecosystem of you, and me, allowing us to breathe, freely

where are you gone? the plants are dying the butterflies are gone the air here is getting  heavy, heavy It is no place for anyone to be

You have of plenty of pretty boys following you around that offer you pretty lies and  pretty gifts for you to plant your seed and grow your trees, 

so why would you ever choose a home as lonely, as me?

[ihebfehri]

Diary of a rich man - Me, my pleasures & I

One needs power to get what he wants. I first noticed that when my father dropped a big note when officer Johnson caught me driving without a license and drove off, as if nothing.

You need some form of influence or physical asset in order to fill your hearts desires. And what faster way then to do so with a nice little stack of printed sunshine?

And that is exactly what I did: I now have more money then i could ever think of and a fuck ton of desires that need fulfilling. Car(s), house(s), clubs, girls oh, especially girls they are always happy to fuck those needs away. And with my good friend Mr Benjamin Franklin in between their lips they’ll let you do everything and anything else you had in mind.

I remember my first girl I purchased I was still a young mind then not very sure what I was doing But when she got here - the first thing i told her was to take off that dress and within that god damn second i saw that dress slither its way to the floor it was right then and there that i was hooked. 

Anything said by my mouth was copied by kelly’s ravishing body who the fuck needs a genie When i have a pocket full of wishes right in my back pocket?

That was a very.. satisfying lesson I learnt that night All night, actually and i got damn love learning it again and again and again Do you see where i’m going?

I’m not as horrible as you think  i am, really But, if by chance, you still think I am I have a few physical assets that might change your mind, considerably.

writer’s note Part 8 of my Diary Collection: diary of a whore diary of a married man diary of a shy boy diary of a worried woman diary of a forgotten boy diary of an old man diary of a rich man Feel free to comment, recommend, love, question..

[ihebfehri]

Fanny Danny

Fanny Danny Was a not a regular child He did not have many friends to prove it but The only thing he ever wanted was, as his nickname implied,  a fanny.

Raised by a single troubled mother,  He was a passenger in a bumpy ride He didnt want no prophecy in his name He imagined himself more as the  Protagonists lover while boys dreamt of  explosions and chaos he daydreamt of castles and dresses.

he did not like his aggressive skin or boxer shorts or locker room bullshit He was attached to emotion and meaning.

Fanny Danny has always accepted this feature of his to himself, obviously He believed he was a treasure chest under a pile of hairy manure.

He had to eventually cut the crap and  walk the walk. But he could absolutely not see himself doing so without a fabulous pair of 3-inch Louboutins.

When his mother passed away He believe it was time for change. She had never asked but she always knew. She's always wanted a princess worthy of the name. No one else had him in arms reach to know any better.

A few agonising years later, he walked the walk. talked the talk and lived the life.

Fanny Danny became Desirable Sophie And no one could have ever imagined her any differently again

[ihebfehri]

A rolling stone gathers no moss

A rolling stone Gathers no moss You are woodbine trying to claim everything as your own your home your host your work is slowly, eating it whole until it is no more but one, big fucking self-portrait

Its a shame, but have fun trying and most of all, good luck because you are absolutely nothing without anyone to fuck over

If there is a piece of advice I could give you, is this:

run. as far and as quick as you can before the rolling stones squash you dead and you will become nothing but smelly manure Oh wait,  Do you need someone for that too?

[ihebfehri]

Winter ear

Just one of those days a hibernating phone a winter surrounding everybody is moving but no one around you

Silence's concert and it is just the start he is hitting every single wavelength known to me am I untuned? have I been cursed with missing genes?  Were they  lost in translation? Am i the product of incohesive collateral dammage?

Well this could be a dimensional shift i could be zoning out of reality maybe they cannot see me? do they not want to see me?

Surely someone is decent enough to tell me that there is in fact something wrong with me? Or was I just too stubborn to understand when they tried?

[ihebfehri]

Diary of an old man - the little things left

I just simply do not care anymore. There is nothing in this life for me. No food to tingle my pallet no drink to get me smiling no sport for me to follow no drug to keep me alive

You must think what a grotesque ugly cunt I cannot disagree but when you've seen the things i've seen, son you would be siting right behind me.

A world of arrogance of power of greed of envy of lies of death of cries will leave you absolutely head-over-heals disgusted, revolted of the world WE made.

you WILL lose all hope and finally punch the wall of truth and realise we are simply a narcissistic brain controlling a stinking decomposing flab of meat right in the middle of a  deceitful mess and i want no part of it.

there are just few things however That have not yet to become fashion faces I feed the stupid birds who know nothing of rape I buy fucking expensive cat food for that cat who just wont shut up I call up a whore because no one else on this fireball of shit give an absolute damn about me anymore.

It is pure fucking logic I do not have that  air of scumbag entitlement i have no need to satisfy your revolting minds.

All i need is someone/thing to not care whether i kill the damn bird or make it a home to care only about my pleasure and believe me, they aren't much to keep me from dropping dead and stinking the entire block.

Life is not a fucking dress Kelly gets that. she is always naked,  just how i like them.

writer’s note Part 7 of my Diary Collection: diary of a whore diary of a married man diary of a shy boy diary of a worried woman diary of a forgotten boy diary of an old man Feel free to comment, recommend, love, question..

[ihebfehri]

Forgetting your voice

They say the first thing you forget About someone is his voice God, that is so great to hear

I’ll pray for the moment I will Get those pestering mumbles Those arrogant fucking letters Lined in a boasting parade With sole goal to Relieve me from my post Cutting off my voice The only place it was Ever important

I don’t care About it now I can not control Every step of your Now inane path. With such conviction You caged me out Of what I thought was A sort of home But not anymore.

You had so much Conviction, And I am not Right out of here

The worst of all I had to seep out Every single one of those Unmitigated screeches I had the syringe Drawing the life out The roots That let me breathe And without that syringe You would have left it As clueless corpse

I am so glad to know I will forget your voice You are nothing but A rose without petals Left alone to rot, In a field I do not walk by, Anymore

[ihebfehri]

Lover's quarrel

Now I’m drowning in this bottle Eyes closed Feet pushed on the throttle This surely calls for The end of my time Time to swallow down The pills of trust, love and pride

Its too late now I’m pulled by my own momentum A rhythmic sound carrying me out To the path I’m ready to seek is there no shame in Knowing when to leave?

I don’t know if you believe me but Trust me, I’ve tried But no matter what I did I’ve always had my head in the gutter Dressed as a king

I’m sorry for the Damage I’ve about to cause Dont take it personally but As I’ve always been told its not you, its me

Its my thoughts Echoing in my head My own life Holding by a thread

I wish I could have Lead the life you wanted With you But I’ve gone over the road And it’s too late now But in between my drinks In between my thoughts You will remain The most beautiful thing I could have ever known

You deserved more Than just a lover’s quarrel Feeding a kings dissatisfied ego During his usual, gourmet meal

[ihebfehri]

Dear you

[ihebfehri]

May be

Pursuing down this memory lane a make-shift believe of our own reality just you, me can it be?

Can it be done? Can all these years bring us down to this?

it was so clear it felt so sincere perfect as it may be but maybe it wasn’t as I thought.

Maybe there were factors that came into play I just simply ignored. Maybe i was fooled Maybe i was stupid Maybe you were just actor who knew what to say.

Maybe it wasn’t me you were after Maybe i was just an easy prey Maybe i was just a rabbit in a wild goose chase.

You took out the eyes I used to see  you were the one  who made sense to me Maybe I am just one of the blurred out faces you made disappear?

[ihebfehri]

Diary of a lonely man - Redemption

I really don’t know, How to start a letter ‘Kelly’, sounds too formal And ‘hey’; too casual I do not suppose it matters, I guess.

I just had a couple of words That needed to be read in your voice For me to be complete. Closure, they call it. The little time I spent With you was Relieving. You were the only one Not to care About my past, present Or my becoming You were you, I was me, Two entities colliding In a glass, Subject to the same fate

As many twists As many turns (And I suppose you Know what I mean by that) We always end up, At ease, Motionless

Just as fine wine Gains value You made me A little more me

You penetrated right through My despised, scarred barrel I know I wasn’t much of The average looker How can you be, With a path like mine? I was not subject to fate, I know I have made my own My rights, my thoughts, my drugs My hits, my shanks, my wrongs

I thought of my life if I could go back I would not have lead The anti-hero road I would have been a simple man But there was one thing And solely one thing I would have kept One thing that I want The basis of the life I would have lead And was you, Kelly Only you

writer’s note Part 6 of my Diary Collection: diary of a whore diary of a married man diary of a shy boy diary of a worried woman diary of a forgotten boy all the stories are based around the life of a whore. Feel free to comment, recommend, love, question..

[ihebfehri]

Smile!

Welcome to the 21st century! I hope your trip was nice and pleasant. However,  I would like to remind you The slight modifications you must take into account for your future endeavors,

Such as You must not talk to strangers In fear of scaring those around you (you can never be too careful these days) Or You must also never, ever, be yourself because lets face it who would want you like that anyway?

Nonetheless, you may act as perfect as one can be Earth is one globalized flea market and we have become its product.

To help you on your journey, we recommend you pop into our office for a total evaluation in order to receive your bar code & price tag also known as ‘CV’.

Do not worry,  you will get used to the changes fairly soon. Remember to keep your smile no one is looking to buy melancholy. For those experiencing difficulties, ropes are distributed in the back they have proven to be very useful.

Well, that’s it folks,  thank you for your time And i hope you have a very pleasant day, today.

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[ihebfehri]

Firestarter

Ill mannered Dirty tempered Superficial philanthropist Careless drunk God, it feels so nice To be alive In our colony of robots and ants Continuously vibrating Our dimension of time

Irrational Incomprehensible A stubborn intellectual In complete denial Left alone to float In the eye of the storm Rattling around in the vast sea Drowned his mind

A once handsome man Generous, thoughtful Serious, organised He was a man Worthy of success Destined to cascade

What you see here Is not a man of atrocious luck neither a selfish gambler Nor a druggie nor a bottle-feeder. He is a man Given the tools for a fire In the middle of a sandstorm

[ihebfehri]

Diary of a forgotten boy - Habits of treason

Why are they all Lying to me? Do they think I will implode When the truth hit me? Well, it did hit me Long before it hit them Bit I prepared for this You see, I’ve been aware For as long as I can remember That I was not exactly who They claim I am What was there to hide?

I am not Daniel And you are not my real parents Did you genuinely think Memories as vivid as mine Would just disappear, With no consequence?

I am the consequence Of bad decisions Of uncalculated risk Humans revolting and Uncontrollable Indefinable “reason”. They call it lust I was a complication For my mothers career (yes my mum was a whore I am what they call a bastard)

Come to think of it I was always an annoying blob I understand her leaving me How can you raise a son When the location Of my first breath was Client propriety?

I want to meet you, mother I wonder. Did you ever love me? Has anyone ever loved me? You must have loved me. I spent 9months Leeching on your body Your blood Your stomach Your time There was no place for me In the life of a prostitute. Why did you do it, mother? Why did you let all those men In my only home? Did you really believe Nobody loved you, mother? Did you really need that kind of proof That you are needed In this world?

writer's note Part 5 of my Diary Collection: diary of a whore diary of a married man diary of a shy boy diary of a worried woman all the stories are based around the life of a whore. Feel free to comment, recommend, question..