I’m the Greatest actor alive - The Charlatan
Diary of a Charlatan
I offer no apoligies for what you see, read or hear on this blog.
I do not pretend myself a poet or storyteller, for it is not I who writes these words. I am merely but a vessel. In the deepest despair and only in the sweet embrace of vice, does The Charlatan dare appear. Only then does he ever put his pen to paper, ever more eloquently than I ever could, to expunge our demons through his prose.
I do not pretend myself a poet or storyteller, for it is not I who writes these words. I am merely but a vessel. In the deepest despair and only in the sweet embrace of vice, does The Charlatan dare appear. Only then does he ever put his pen to paper, ever more eloquently than I ever could, to expunge our demons through his prose.
Jan 24
Dec 27
Maybe one day I’ll realize what I’ve done and atone for my sins. But right now all I want is to live to sin another day. - The Charlatan
Dec 05
“ I’ll listen to your silence in reverse. Hear the things you never said. Pity for you Now that you’re speechless you’ll find me hanging on to every word.” - The Charlatan
“ Come down, and I’ll capture you.
Speak loud, and forever I’ll be your words.
Speak loud, and forever I’ll be your words.
— The Charlatan
Sep 30
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I’m going away for awhile. Maybe when the rain starts falling and has washed away my sins, will i dare to show my face again. Not sure if my return will be met with awkward silences or warm smiles. Or maybe it will be like i never left and never returned, but a ghost that they never missed or noticed was absent from their lives. My departure however is not forced or brought on by your ill will. It is a self-exile - a cleansing, a test. For me to prove I was once alive, I must take that life and render it meaningless. Doing so will give my life purpose once more, my goal to live will be renewed. So if you catch my reflection in a puddle a day after the storm, know i’ve returned. Maybe then we can have the life we dreamed of. Until then Goodbye.
- The Charlatan
I swear I found something in your eyes…. Your blessing, was all I needed. How long I’ve searched for you. How long have I wandered and roamed. How long have I doubted. You stood beside me all along. Through the wastelands, I’ve wandered, through the deepest abyss. Through all my despair. You’ve kept my head up over water. Never letting me sink in deep. Though I’ve taken my last breath. I swear I found something, I’ve found something, I’ve found hope. Ive found you….
- The Charlatan
“ Every stroke on that canvas is a memory. This brush painted with the utmost sincerity and it never went astray. But all it knew how to paint was just one thing. It was a silhouette. It was a silhouette. It was your silhouette. Upon my wrists and chest I’ve left my masterpiece. On these floors and walls you’ll find what’s left of me.
— The Charlatan
“ and she sat there at the bar looking right through me. She could see that it was all a lie even when i couldn’t…. Never once did I utter a word nor did she ever flash a smile. But I knew what she meant by the look in her pretty little eyes” - The Charlatan
Jul 29
I Am The Undertow
So this is what it feels like? to be the current under the surface? pulling and tugging and dragging you down? your words show no remorse as they whisper their goodbyes but neither does your hand seem to let go. To wish things would have ended differently would be no better, just another wasted ounce of strength. Our journey ahead is long and ardous and I’ve no energy to waste. Remember this though, I am what you cannot escape. Sooner or later I’ll drag you back down and all of our words will be once again meaningless. - The Charlatan
Apr 15
Why are you still here? Don’t you know I’m the poison in your veins? I’m the cancer growing in your skin, the hand ripping your heart out. Run away. Run far far away. I don’t want you to understand me. If you understand me it means you’re in the same fucking hole. Don’t you dare let me drag you here. I won’t have you buried beside me. - The Charlatan
