A King
A King
14 hours ago

the flag, no meaning
baseless and tattered

the president, so deceiving
no savior to intervene

my soul, quite defeating
can't bring myself to care

what is this world
without the truth

was it ever really there

Feeling exhaustion over the current post-truth society that pervades the United States of America, particularly since the rise of Donald Trump.
#lies   #truth   #depression   #politics   #trump  
Brea Bishop
Brea Bishop
17 hours ago

Truth is, the best go mad.
It's a hell that many dare to not enter, but not many have a choice. Once you visit, there's no turning back. Nothing will appear sane anymore. You're exposed to the horrors many are blind too. Everything you thought you knew, is everything it's not. Your mind has been stretch with the truth. That no one will understand. They will say "You've gone mad." But in reality they are the mad ones. They are the ones that are truly bonkers. Embracing your sanity, isolates you from their madness. Which makes you insane, the one whose gone mad.

Devin Ortiz
Devin Ortiz
21 hours ago

I couldn't count the times
"I love you" rolled off my tongue
In a bold and wicked lie

The mountains of regret
Are forged with the same deciet
Because in Truth I hate you.

I could tell you a thousand times
But you are so damn foolish
You fail to see the only truth.

I'll play ball, this tired game
With showered materials gifts
In return for a failed fable

#love   #lies   #truth   #hate   #liar   #deception  

Hello again never,
     Did you ever know this little truth?
          That part of who I am,
               Becoming,
                    Always is and will be,
                         For you?

Lol troof
#poem   #poetry   #truth   #girl   #future   #secret   #verse   #becoming   #scribbles   #sean  
Alan S Bailey
2 days ago

Like the ring of a bell in the distance
some trance which in an instance
can seem like it lasts an eternity,
I embrace the natural wild just as much as I can,
I know it's not a normal thing
but life is short and I am happiest free.
Lost in the moonlight halo or entrenched
in active chaotic madness, it's all the
same to me. A vagabond, a fool,
I earned this by word of mouth alone,
never again truly kissed, scarred and yet my poor
living is sacred, there is no place I can call my own,
this all I am thinking as I drift off to sleep
for the very last time, as you hold my shaky hand,

there is little I'd have left for my journey while
they take all they can that is left
of my world all for the sake of greed,
of nothing but selfish sentimentality,
I am already guilty, instantly proven guilty,
so for once let me be.

#truth   #sad   #time   #lost   #dreams   #free   #guilty   #hand   #greed   #kissed  
Demonatachick
Demonatachick
2 days ago

My insecurities are mine, you try to heal but do not feel the insecurities that I conceal, I store them deep within myself, inside a jar upon a shelf, wear a smile braced like a Sheild, protect yourself, fight not too feel.

But you have broke me, mind and soul, kiss the imperfect make me whole, and in return I'll let you see, her who I so wish to be, I'll let you love what I cannot, for you are what I've always sought, perfection in its place a man, with loving eyes and gentle hands.

#love   #truth   #fear   #hide   #scared   #smile   #demon   #insecurities  
theeghostwriter
theeghostwriter
3 days ago

There's more to life than living to die ; there's more to death  than dying from living. We die to live just so we can live, then die ? Or do we die to live just so we can die?

You choose your time and either use it purposely or let it run,  we count the years we've lived,  but do we consider the years we are dying .
#love   #poem   #truth   #sad   #life   #death   #time   #real   #live   #deep  
Joz
Joz
3 days ago

Running through the city lights,
inside a rock jazz with blues music.
They begin with holding hands,
driving with one hand.

As they're getting wild,
John Mayer's songs get loud.
He began to kiss her,
she continues to jump on him.

Again, through the city lights,
without no one knows
they make the best foreplay ever.

These little birds go for a movie,
get some alcohol.
Basically no alcohol needed to make it happen,
for they make the best game ever.

But that night, they are walking through
a bigger city with beautiful light.
End up on that bed that he miss,
with her make up on.

She stares at him with those eyes,
that he always trapped on.
He opens her buttons one by one,
end it by licking the last button.

Every breath, every soft sound, every mimic
she makes just drives him crazy.
And he admitted it, the sex is great.

Friday, Jan. 20, 2017
16:16
Camps
Camps
3 days ago

If it’s the people that make it here,
I’ll leave a black frame around it
and cash in a polaroid on the subway
to call it even.

The colorless stands between
young couples and their drug deals,
much like the fragments of ourselves
waiting for us all over the place.

Beverly knows this and hides them in her pink.

Stayed up for days just to miss the sunrise
and fall asleep on the L.
Then there’s that one girl
and whatever is left of that broken heart.

These are the sounds you’ll never hear from the 30th floor.
It’s for your own good, trust me -
and on the subject of diplomacy,
it’s snowing blow on 48th.

But now it’s back to the busy busy,
with the third in the backroom of a speakeasy.
Got thrown and bent up as shit got gritty gritty
so as to remember what it felt like to find myself
in New York City.

NYC
For visual represenation of this poem, visit here:
http://vsco.co/spmac/journal/peru-ana-ana-peru
T      A
T A
3 days ago

Tell me right now.
Truthfully, my ravaged nerves;
Talk much. Rather not,
Tales merry- running noiselessly;
Through merciless river nights.
Tell me right now.
Too many readied "no"'s
Trusting Malice. Reserved? Never.

#truth   #experiment   #tmrn  
 
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