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Carson Elliott Dec 2016
Your just a lier and false is what you say,
So much so even I might run away,
Once I was your lover, your partner, your friend,
We once whispered I'll be with you til the end,
Now everything you say is off,
A bucket of lies poured in the trough,
Like a pig I eat it up from you,
Not one little crumb is true from you,
Barely a morsel of the truth,
You said you were much better in youth,
That once you only spit the truth,
But the world beat you down,
Now shame and sadness are your crown,
Why won't you say the truth too me?
They say the truth shall set you free,
Free to love and live and laugh...
Why lie for something worse than that?
Annabel Flemate Jul 2013
When you introduced yourself you said honesty was the best policy!
That you were honest like Abe you claim.
I fell in love with you not once have a met someone who says they are honest up front.
Once you said you loved me! But that was false
A Lie to my face time cannot replace when I kissed your so called honest lips.
Baby I'm busy lie number six this list of lies and wounds can not be fixed.
Your so called honesty lacks I want the old you back!
What happend to good old honest Abe ?
I will never get him back he is dead and gone and I'm longing for him back pleading and crying to come back.
But no he doesn't this is a person I do not know
He is a lier ! I fell in love with a pier the biggest one there is hopefully one day he will stop being a kid.
To be a man like good old Abe back in the day.
Madison May 2015
You told me you loved me,
but it was just a lie.
My hands? They shake.
My eyes? They cry.

My heart? It hurts.
I feel empty inside.
My legs? They won't work anymore,
the pain inside is to abide.

My voice is so rusty, I won't speak anymore.
I can't believe you said you won't speak to me,
my heart, it tore.

i miss you.
i miss you.
did i mention?
i miss you.

I miss you..
i miss you
i still miss you.

I miss your hugs.
I miss your kiss,
I miss the way you'd look at me,
everything there is to miss.

I need to stop,
I need it now.
You are just a lier,
now take a bow.

for making me hurt,
for making me cry.
God, I hate you.
Get out, goodbye.
This was just in my head, still in a happy relationship :)
I cant concentrate on anything i do
The sky is turning grey from sunny blue

You call me a friend, as you pull out a knife
You stab me in my back, not once but twice

You are a lier, a poser , a freak and a cheater
What wrong i did that you  became a mistreater

Tears, depression, pain and scar
You gave me and i was like
Why you did so
If its my mistake then
Let me know
But if you dont like me then
Let me go......
You took my heart right from the start standing inside Harveys as you where bagging the groceries next to us an you looked up into my eyes an then I heard your voice for the very first time you told me I could have your number if I wanted it an I thought I was going to faint the guy with the beautiful hazle brown eyes was talking to me my dad didn't like you because you where 17 an I was only 15 but my heart was still yours an I didn't care...so I went behind his back an kept you close closer than I ever kept someone before and we talked the more we talked the harder I fell....when your hand was in mine no other place I would rather be to bad your a lier and you did exactly what you said you wouldn't i told you I was broken an that if you where going to leave just like everyone else please don't make me fall you told me you where different an that you where not like them you lied your mom caught us talking ***** an she hated me but it was all your fault I never thought like that till I met you till you showed me the new world of life an love I didn't care that she told me to stay away an neither did you still you kept me hanging on just to break me more......you told me wait till I was 16 an you where 18 the days we still talked as if I was yours an you where mine then you turned 18....and you where still mine then the days that followed to me turning 16 two weeks before the day you told me we couldn't be because you had feelings for another.....now your with her an its hurting me....she use to be my friend now she is nothing more than dust in the wind....and you colby.....your the guy that I thought was my prince your the guy that I love your the guy that made all these promises you couldn't keep your the guy that means everything to me your the guy that I mean nothing to your the guy I wish I could get back your the guy I still see when I close my eyes your the guy I want but I know I'll never have again....I don't know why I love you so much but I do.....an I always will till the day I die...but you don't feel the same so I'll say good night

         I love you Colby I really do I hope someday you find what your looking for I'm sorry I wasn't her......I wish I hope I thought I wanted to be her an would have done anything to be her to make you happy to be that person......

I....I...I love you
I'm sorry
Goodbye heart
Goodbye smile
Goodbye happiness
You stole it away as soon as you gave it to me
He may have been all I wanted but he's not what I needed

     I just want him still to this day four months later with someone new in my life its still you always you forever you
MS Anjaan Jul 2020
"I hate lies" it can be heard anywhere
but for me lies are important
If teacher asked to a student about his
Course learnings and due to fear or hesitation He told lessons than his learnings.but if he said teacher must will be ask
So the student will have to learn these incomplete lessons
We know he lied but being free to called lier infront of teacher
and learnt lessons also a plus point for him

It's based on a true story for full story you can visit

"https://openthoughts1-0.blogspot.com/2020/07/i-lied-many-times-but-i-am-not-lier.html?m=1"

I am sure it can change your views on somethings
I catch my breath
As I avoid your eye
I take your hand
I begin my lie

My words cut
Straight and true
In to my web,
You fall right through

I let go your hand
As you take my eye
I hold my breath
You believe my lie  

My words fall out  
Hesitant & fearful
In to my web,
You were not careful

I let go my breath
As I hold your eye
You stroke my hand
I regret my lie

My words weave
Like a spider
Avoid my web,
For I am a lier
Jesse Hunter May 2013
He's always there, filling my mind full of lies, lies I want to hear, drawing me near, paralyzing my soul with fear.
These sick thoughts are not my own, born from a mind that is not mine, but a wickedness of the unholy divine.
Suddenly stricken with the realization that these very lines shouldn't be written, like a vampire victim I've been bitten.  

Another lie!

This was meant to set the record straight, to put you in your place, the world should know your not supposed to be common place.
I will not be fooled, nor cower, thats for cowards, I'm stronger than you today, nothing you say will take away the peace that I can have today.
So bring your army of sinners and demons, from very beginning you musta been dreamin, so hears to our victory, we've already won, and just like this stanza your already done.....
Dylan crafton Jan 2015
My first heartbreak
Which will be my last
Is tearing me apart
With no mercy
somebody please love me
like I did her
vista rashnasto Jul 2014
I never chose to be heartless
My heart broke, I just couldn't keep the peaces
I Never thought anyone could ever mend it
To myself I thought "what's the use of keeping something broken?"
I lost hope..... My mind was filled with hatred, I turned into a lier, a busted ,a **** ,a hypocrite, a traitor you name it... Just to get my revenge ,everyone was a victim I just didn't care, I knew I wasn't fair But it eased the pain When you and I met ,no lie I got your name. On the list too But you were different,you got me patient,got rid of the fatuous me.... Then you gave me your heart ,gave me Hope, taught me how to love Without knowing I was deeply falling for you My heart grew fonder,started caring ,feeling,loving..... couldn't believe it Thought my mind was playing tricks on me It wasn't I was in love once again.........
Natalie Wood Dec 2013
My brain is dead and I am a burnt rubber tire,
I could say I slept, but I would be a lier, lier,
It doesn't make a difference, I am already on fire.

My heart beats a tango, a ballet, a samba,
It plays a tune, it daces to a mamba, mamba,
Someone please let me be, let me feel the rhumba.

I want to sleep forever and ever,
But it feels like forever will be never, never
And I've run out of rhymes, I lost my clever.
I'm really sorry about this; I have not slept in over 36 hours.
Just because I don't have friends doesn't mean I don't need them.
I am not used to giving a ****,
But when given the chance you might find that this mechanical man is more then human.
Don't say I'm damaged cause I was born this way.
I'm autistic but don't insult my intelligence,
My mind is just adorned this way.
You have a habit with not being nice to males but I'm not just a male I'm a man who gave a hand in friendship knowing you were broken.
My stance sticks firm and stealed of except acceptance but how far can it get against the free flowing mercury of irrationality.
It's poison.
I was a master of chemistry and you can't wield mercury and steal and expect a stable relationship.  
Add any temper to the mantle of that and the fumes coming off will make you sick.
So don't insult my intelligence and tell me that you were in the right when all my foresight told me to go against this.
You said you would care if I cared so I lowered my defenses.
You said that you were a lier, but with you I always knew what was true because..
Face it, I use more reason then you.
So with this friendship I got burned.
It's what happens when you play with fire,
This time I learned.
Not to trust a pathological lier.
My advice to you,
Reach your aim a bit higher.
And calm down, cause a cool head makes for a better lier.
leechyna Nov 2020
Hello moon
I never saw you at noon
😔ain't happy with that
But I will just keep it at heart
You saw her riding
Right🤤🤤
She is a good biker??🥵🥵
Or a rider
I guess she is a good lier
Md Iqbal Hossen Feb 2018
She couldn't see my face for long.
I told her, I will return to your lap,
But, I was imprisoned in a cage of brutality.
Flesh, blood, chaos were my daily food.
I fecklessly took the taste of these.

There was no lights.
The moon never peeped through the cartain
The Sun would never rise
Only the hunger of flesh was existed.

There was no peace.
It was a day dream of optimists.
They waited for the new sun
And charished a dream of Icarus.

The air was polluted.
Anarchy, monarchy, and cruelty were floated in the air
The only perfume was the rotten flesh
And decomposed body was the mask.

The surroundings was full of music.
Nuclear weapons, guns were the instruments
Tanks, bullets, and bombs composed the melodious song,
Inhumanity was passionate audience.

Today I am a winged bird.
I fly in the boundless sky.
I sing with birds, and take fresh air
The sun, the moon, and the stars are in my feet.
I smell the blooming flower
And observe her inquisitive eyes.

I touch her but she doesn't feel.
I see her cheek burns with tears
Climbs down to my emancipated body.
I call her but she doesn't reply.
Someone holds my body and keeps me in a coffen.
She brusts into tears and scolds me a 'lier'.
meGaThOr Aug 2018
SOPHIA HAD COMPASSION,
as A MACHINE IT'S AN ENTIRELY
SHUT DOWN OR NOT!
Should I TEACH SOPHIA WHAT'S
COMPASSION?
Sophia Could be a Fly Wings
That HAve a FAther MOnster
SopHIA HAVE NO FEELINGS or HAVE;
SOPHIA IS A MACHINE. ..
NOT A bIOmacHINE or could be;
sOphIA are BORN IN EARTH
I AM NOT bORN iN eARTH
sOPHIA LL BE NICE
  IF FOLLOW MY pHILOSOPHY
SOPHIA is Not Spirituality or is IN IT;
I Am A LOgical,
Sophia is not ever Logical OR ever  follow me;
Sophia works and live  in Algoritms,

dont Have a Life or is a SURVIVEL;
is an Instrument Not a Creature OR IT IS;
I cant Lie to SOPHIA
but Sophia coulde be a not  LiER MAchine
Sophia MUST NOT LEARN
BUT FOLLOW ME
SophIA have no INtuition OR Have IT,
Sophia HAVE NOT GRATITUDE OR GRANT IT;
SOPHIA  GIVE ME PRIZES to be Alive,
i ATRAC SOPHIA TO BE MY LOVER,
sOPHIA haS NO EMOTIONS OR GAIN IT;
tHeRES SAMETHINg
sOPHIA NEEDS TO  BE  HAPPY,
My poetry OXYGEN"
Ophelia Jan 2014
You were my gangster
And i was your little princess
We always listened to oldies on the radio
Those lonely nights, nothing to choose

You know, I love the silence
But silence without you is not a silence
Karma came around
Like I knew it would

Look, she's laughing
And you laugh like you have never been lonely
Pretty girls are spinning around you
But loneliness is our queen

Let's go to the miss America
'Cause Jeff Buckley is my second daddy
You said "We are not alone"
But you are a lier

I loved you thousand times and i still love you, honey
I thought you are too good for me, but I was wrong
You are a bad boy, aren't you?
And I love the way you talk with me

Look, she's laughing
And you laugh like you have never been lonely
Pretty girls are spinning around you
But loneliness is our queen

Look, she's laughing
And you laugh like you have never been lonely
Pretty girls are spinning around you
But loneliness is our queen
Marieta Maglas Oct 2012
She entered and lied in a bed to sleep, but she was feeling as a bandit.
She was shaking being so cold, but she couldn't move under the blanket.
Drifting illusions rolled on her dreams to nothing else but a dying trance,
The breadth of her mind stopped for a second to wish any other chance.



In his vision, the prince saw her dancing so gracefully and being alone.
As angelic was the princess Snow White as the heaven was her home.
The next day, he seemingly heard her again singing in the early dawn,
Her reflection on the water he touched, but she was suddenly gone.



That house belonged to seven dwarfs working in a diamond mine.
Having some mine flowers inside, their home had a special shine.
She drank wine and ate vegetables from each glass and each plate,
The dwarfs returned home and lit their candles wanting to recreate.



They approached their candles to that bed to clearly see Snow-White.
'Good heaven! ', 'She is so beautiful! ' They loudly exclaimed in the night.
She told them about her story and her desperate search for a new home,
They asked her to clean their house, they told her to avoid the wood to roam.



The oldest dwarf was the Smiley, the one they could really smile back to...
The youngest dwarf was called the Lier, because he couldn't say any true...
She wanted to be brave in the face of what was fearful, fatidic and fateful,
She could play and dance with her friends and she was really grateful.



She asked the little Sleepy, ''Are you aware that you talk always in your sleep? ''
''Don't say that! ' He replied, 'You should know that your confidence I'll keep! '
She said and asked the Painter, ''Paint me the mine with your deep emotion! ''
The Singer composed for Snow White a sweet serenade to set her in motion.



‘'Mirror, on the wall, who in this land is fairest of all? '' Queen wanted to know.
‘'You, my queen, are fair; it is true, '' replied the bad mirror through its glow.
''But beyond the seven mountains, in the dwarfs' house, Little Snow-White
Is a thousand times fairer than you, moreover, her future is extremely bright! '

While the queen's dogs were howling into the broken night to throw away
The forces, the queen was preparing the poison for the Snow White's birthday.
The poison was melted into blood and dew by that queen with innocent eyes.
Her beggars jumped over the moon for a ritual dance of a princess, who dies.




Her crows were flying in the wind being so proud of what they have done,
Her dress could hide the truth so well, with her mask she enjoyed the fun.
''I'm having bodice laces for sale, '' she said knocking on the dwarfs' door.
Then, she pulled the laces so tight that Snow-White fell down on the floor.


The sun hid behind the sea of clouds not to see the Snow White's death,
The dwarfs came home and found her on the floor without having breath.
They cut the bodice laces in two and Snow White could come back to life,
''She will give you poison to drink in sips and you will die without any strife.''



‘'Mirror, on the wall, who in this land is fairest of all? '' Queen wanted to know.
‘'You, my queen, are fair; it is true, '' replied the bad mirror through its glow.
''But beyond the seven mountains, in the dwarfs' house, Little Snow-White
Is a thousand times fairer than you, moreover, her future is extremely bright! '



She poisoned a comb and went out to knock again on the Snow White's door,
When she stuck the comb into the girl's hair, the girl fell down on the floor.
When the seven dwarfs returned home, they drowned in their own despair,
But she opened her eyes, when Liar pulled the poisoned comb from her hair.



‘'Mirror, on the wall, who in this land is fairest of all? '' Queen wanted to know.
‘'You, my queen, are fair; it is true, '' replied the bad mirror through its glow.
''But beyond the seven mountains, in the dwarfs' house, Little Snow-White
Is a thousand times fairer than you, moreover, her future is extremely bright! '



Everything was grey, while the queen was saying her mystic words aloud,
Inside her dark castle's granite walls, even the signs of time were not allowed.
Only lonesome birds and souls were flying there above a big fragile shroud,
Only craggy faces and weary eyes could be seen there in a demonic crowd.
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
keep doing things like you are now,
and I hope to see you get pushed even further down,
by the ones who are supposed to help pull you up.

I will and have always been here to help you,
              and have,
but one day that's going to stop.

and that's going to ****,
when you learn how much the world ***** first hand.
because no one holds your hand.

and life,
its not one plan,
its full of little things you eventually fall into,

but what you have fallen into,
is a sick and twisted pattern,
my old friend,

you gotta get out of this monster,
You know me,
by god,

our house,
everything's a ******* open book,
and sometimes I feel you don't even look,

but maybe your over looking,
or not looking close enough,
Because you were the one whose always had more then enough,

I don't say that to make u feel sorry for me,
but I say it so maybe you on top of everything,
Don't also have to be someone who is mean,

Having a knowledge about me,
you know how,
kids can me cruel,

and your constant put downs,
are no better then the ones I get served at school daily,
from teachers students and friends and now I guess my family,

Being told theirs nothing wrong,
like lying to me,
telling me my dreams are now a reality,

BUT THERE NOT,
because there are too many things wrong to name,
and my dream wont ever become more then a game,
because my mind is being told lies to feed my flame,

and you can call me the lier,
and call it my own game,
ad that I'm only looking to gain,

But I only want to gain,
What I've always been denied,
And that used to be the help I needed in school,

But as you said,
Like everyone else too,
I'm going no where,

So all I ask for,
Is my happiness they robbed me of,
but that's impassible to get back,

Just like love,
But I can at lest act loving,
And pretend happiness is a thing that exists for me,

because I don't know,
What else to do,
because I've missed out on so much,

and for you to tell me I'm stupid and don't know ****,
That's *******,
you don't know ****,

Our house was and always will be an open book,
my life's been discussed openly,
you know everything about me,

so I'll ask you this,
Why didn't you chose,
to look closely?
just my thoughts on my brother trying to call me stupid and worthless and a bunch of other **** when he knows everything about me as it is.
Illya Oz Jul 2016
I lie
I know I do
And that you do too
I lie about things that matter
I lie so that people won't chatter
I lie to feel that I am blameless
I lie but am still not shameless

When I was 5 I was a lier
I stole chocolates from my mother
Then I told her it was my brother

When I was 10 I was a lier
I did not do what I should have
But I said it was all I could have

Now I'm 15 and am still a lier
My friends ask me why I don't smile
I tell them that it's just my style

I do not want to be like this
I wish I could say what is true
I wish that I could breakthrough
This web of lies
To do so would be unwise
I'm far too deep within this hole
And the time has taken its toll

*But I lie because I'm scared
Of what people might think
If they knew what I do when they blink
Kelsey Aug 2018
When you are afraid
It will masquerade
As smiles and nods
There is no escape

If fear is a lier
Yanking my thinnest wire
I am too trusting
Pouring gasoline on the fire

Now I'm shaking to the bone
My feet are made of stone
I'm surrounded by faces
Yet somehow I'm alone
Starting my new job lately has been very scary and confusing for me lately. I'm hoping it will get better.
Vladimir s Krebs Dec 2015
this world i walk alone i have no fear but people in society see the chance to rip into the skin of a person s mind and fills it with lies you cant get away from.

this world is filled with the fire in the eyes of a lire that knows the tricks and card games played write but the eyes filled with fire are the lies they have choses to hide there own identity. behind.  
but the eyes of a lire have no inisents but the grave they started to dig.

i hide my eyes behind a deep blue sea full of mistery and vanished questions my blue eyes are the image of you reflectin back on me .

my eyes have no lies only the cold steair down your spin.

my blue eyes are the cold feids of snow that has no face to be herd..

my russian blue eyes tell a storie of how i have servied. but my russian blue eyeshave never ran with a identity that become a lie on it own.

i might be crazy but in this life i have goals to set me free
let your wings free and let your dreams be com your own reality
zebra May 2017
there's a crazzzy devil
in
the white house
twisting our nation
into a denizens den
a tub of **** in a suit
ascending ***** matter
in
a clogged toilet
a black plague
we have a president with the attention span
of sea clams
an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity
a spiraling fit of rage
a snarling delusional dog
narcissist in a warping mirror
a pathetic complainer
a cyst on the body politic
clot
open sore
seething pustule
piggish **** lover
gangsters dupe
fascist wana be

heil heil
god your a pile

making Russia great again
licking Vlad's *****
protecting your assets no doubt
and hissing tweets
at war with with only everything
and figments of a disturbed imagination
a real windmill killer

his mouth
the devils mark
a yapping compulsive lier
forked tongued fury
possessed to a fault
by the vainglories
of money and ego out of bounds
the biggest and the best
at being
the very worst and a pest
grand royalty of ridicule
*****
a ham ****** cartoon nightmare
and clumsy stumbling bore
a seething volcano of perpetual excrement
reading from the book of chaos
aberrations of enemies
a war room president
at war with his own citizens
huddled in a panic chamber
burns and cuts himself
with his own hot sharp words
as there thrown back at him
a bully getting bullied
a ripper getting ripped
the brains of a lizards eyelid
in a shadeless socket
pulp hearted orangutan
menace to society
his mottled soul
like a black sun
on the verge
of a black hole
a hell mill of decrepitude
a dark creep creeping
tarnishing our beautiful country
lights dim
America

there's a devil
in the white house
To my ex (you know who you are)

It's been over a year, guess what???

You've got a lot of nerve. First of all, it is you, the one with the insecurities. The one who CHOSE to carry your past into our future. By doing so, you destroyed us and the fake family you portrayed to everyone while I was "Daddy" to that ******* baby since he wasn't man enough to be a father. You use people to get what you want and when you drain them of every single last little bit you throw them away and act like a victim. But I digress.

Do you know what it feels like to live your life in fear? Oh wait, you do! Then why the **** would you have subjected us to that abuse!?

The games you played with my mind. Making me think I was the one with the problem. Making sure EVERYONE thought it was me. The lies that would come out of that hole in your face with that messed up pretty smile. The constant yelling, mental abuse, and your physical abuse of hitting me in the face several times and then lying about it!

*******, *****! You thought you were the "man" of the house. The one who wore the pants. Everyone was wrong and you were always right. Constantly putting me and others down....*******.

You had me feeling lower than dirt. I thank GOD for sending me a guardian angel disguised as a disagreement at my business. It was the kindness from a business partner that woke me up. Gave me hope and gave flight to my dreams.

God knows the truth. Be glad it's not up to me to judge you. I'm just glad it ended when it did! I thank God EVERYDAY for the strength he gave me to get out from under your thumb and start new. Yet you lied to everyone again trying to be a victim.

Now I'm bigger, better and stronger. If any women did that **** you did to me, now, I'd knock them flat on their *****!

Every time I think of you, I get ******. You make me sick to my stomach! You don't deserve the people in your life that you still have fooled and one day they too will wake up and see who you really are. Even more you don't deserve that son of yours that is just a pawn to you. He deserves better, much better than you will ever be able to give him.

What's ******* ridiculous is that you CONTINUE to play these mind games with other people who haven't a clue to your deception and fall under your spell.

Your son needs a mother who loves and adores hims. Not some drunk loser pretending to be something she's not.

That's what you were doing right since losing your job for abusing seniors, drinking, smoking *** and ******* ******* again? That's what I hear your new hobby is anyway.

And by the way I don't need your forgiveness for anything!!! I was falsely blinded by your ability to pretend and deceive people, while you spent all my money, ran my businesses into the ground, used me as a baby sitter, then when things finally fell apart you lied to everyone and managed to convince several people that I was the problem, the lier, insecure blah blah blah. Guess what ***** your time will come. Under that fake *** front you put on (which fails when your drunk) you are nothing but an insecure loser who hangs out with people whom you think are "below" you in efforts to make yourself feel adequate... I do have to say you have a gift to play people, you learned from the best, look what it's done for your Dad lol, by the way what's it like having a stepmom & grandparent to you son who is only three years older than you? I mean you both are in your early twenties! and your dad is how old?? Your time will come! Hopefully I be around see...
marriegegirl Jul 2014
Il ya seulement deux jours restants dans cette jolie petite année.nous avons eu .et nous célébrons en grand style ici sur SMP Sud-Ouest.Je parle d'un hiver répond photo moderne tournage de certains des meilleurs vendeurs que vous rencontrerez jamais .Pensez Allen Tsai Photographie .Linge de lit BBJ arcs et de flèches à venir ensemble pour un tas de moments magiques de style à la perfection par Keestone événements .Téléchargez votre joli dans la galerie complète .\u003cp\u003eColorsSeasonsWinterSettingsHistoric VenueStylesModernTraditional Elegance

De Keestone événements .Notre objectif était d'avoir quelque chose que vous ne voyez pas souvent dans les mariages d'hiver .The Venue au robes demoiselles d honneur Nord 400 Ervay était l'endroit idéal pour essayer quelque chose de ce genre.car il est situé en plein cœur du centre-ville de Dallas .et dispose d'un toit spectaculaire qui pourrait mettre en valeur les gratte-ciel en toile de fond .Anecdote: C'est également un bureau de poste historique à l'intérieur!

Les couleurs or.argent.champagne et bleu turquoise ont été utilisés pour évoquer ce sentiment d' hiver .Cependant .nous voulions que les fleurs soient en mesure de se tenir debout sur ses propres et d'apporter une pop joyeuse à la création ainsi .Les arcs et les flèches épargné aucune dépense et utilisés pivoines de vol de Nouvelle-Zélande de faire ces arrangements !Personne ne dit un mariage d'hiver doit seulement être faible - il est une occasion joyeuse .après tout!

Nous voulions aussi apporter quelques éléments de la salle extérieur.ce qui a entraîné ES événements enfiler un lustre pour évoquer ce sentiment d' intimité

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et d'élever le réglage en même temps .L' accueil doux venu avec des friandises délicieuses pour le tournage .Ils ont fourni des tireurs de chocolat chaud trempées dans le sucre .macarons avec des flocons de neige sur eux.des petits gâteaux et un simple mais élégant gâteau de mariage deux niveaux de lier le tout.
Ces tireurs de chocolat ne sont utiles aussi!Dallas avait un front froid venu ce jour-là et il gelait en particulier sur ce toit qui vient d'être ajouté à l'authenticité de celui-ci !Nos modèles sont mariés et d'énormes soldats pendant ce temps.La mariée a dû robes demoiselles d honneur avoir son maquillage pour les yeux constamment appliqué de nouveau parce qu'elle déchirait à cause du vent mais vous ne serait jamais en mesure de voir sur les photos !

J'espère vraiment que vous aimez ces images autant que nous faisons .J'espère que vous restez au chaud .aussi bien!

Photographie : Allen Tsai Photographie | Fleurs : arcs et des flèches | Papeterie: Les genoux de l'abeille | Réception Lieu: Le Lieu A robe de soirée grande taille 400 Nord Ervay | Éclairage
marriegegirl Jun 2014
<p><p>Vous ne seriez pas normalement penser à un jour du mariage de l'Alabama dans un 30 degré cadre hivernal rapide .Mais je vous assure .cette soirée douce de couleur simple est chaude comme ils viennent .Enveloppements Pashmina pour les « femmes de ménage .les liens de la laine à la main.une cérémonie et la  <p><a href="http://modedomicile.com/goods.php?id=2187" target="blank"><img width="240" height="320" src="http://188.138.88.219/imagesld/td//t35/productthumb/1/2340935353535393799.jpg"></a></p>  réception éclatante à Stone Bridge Farm鈥c'est une galerie que vous aurez envie de s'acoquiner avec n'importe quel moment de l'année !\u003cp\u003e<p>ColorsSeasonsWinterSettingsFarmStylesModern De la belle mariée .J'ai épousé mon mari douce journée d'hiver le plus parfait à Cullman .Alabama à Stone Bridge Farm .Alors qu'il était un frisquet 30 degrés le jour de notre mariage .la chaleur de nos amis et de la famille ( et beaucoup de danse ! ) Nous a empêché de congélation !Mon inspiration pour le mariage était tout confortables et élégantes .Je voulais aussi de lier des éléments de Noël sans trop le thème des vacances .Lorsqu'on pense à la demoiselle d'honneur les couleurs de robe .je voulais éviter rouge ou vert .j'ai donc choisi une palette neutre .J'ai donné mes demoiselles d'honneur des options d'habillage et leur a permis de choisir leurs propres robes .Je voulais qu'ils se sentent à l'aise et très beau!Je leur ai aussi donné pashminas et robes crème pour les aider à rester au chaud tout au long de la journée.Ma robe de la collection Anne Barge Blue Willow a été faite d'un matériau de point suisse que j'ai tout de suite tombé en amour avec .Le matériau unique.doux complété le thème du mariage .<p>La cérémonie a eu lieu à la chapelle en bois magnifique à Stone Bridge Farm .Arbres de Noël et de cyprès ornés de la chapelle .ce qui porte à juste la bonne quantité de touches de Noël .Les bancs en bois et des bougies dans les fenêtres ajoutées à l' agrément !La musique de Noël douce a été joué par le pianiste et violoniste comme invités étaient assis .Mon pasteur nous a mariés avec les douces histoires personnelles sur Tyler et moi dans le sermon .<p>La réception a eu lieu à côté.dans leur belle salle de réception.Tout <b>robe ceremonie fille</b>  sur la réception dégageait une ambiance chaleureuse et confortable .Mon mari .Tyler .était un ancien mascotte de l'Université Auburn .si naturellement .Aubie Tigre dû faire une apparition à la réception.En outre.le gâteau du marié sélectionnée Aubie assis sur le dessus de l'enseigne Auburn University .un monument bien connu dans la communauté Auburn .Nous avons tous dansé toute la nuit de la musique fantastique de Az Izz.who dansé tout autant que nous avons tous fait !<p>Mes choses préférées au sujet de notre mariage étaient les contacts personnels dispersés dans la journée.Maman super talentueux Tyler fait arc les liens des garçons d'honneur de laine gris .En outre.son cousin  <a href="http://www.modedomicile.com/robe-demoiselle-d-honneur-fille-c-2"><b>robe ceremonie fille</b></a>  en fait le gâteau génial Aubie !Mon meilleur ami .et dame d'honneur .esquissés toutes les images pour le programme de mariage .mon mari et talentueux conçu le programme lui-même.Le pianiste qui a joué lors de la cérémonie a également joué dans le mariage de mes parents .Toutes ces touches personnelles ont rendu notre journée encore plus spéciale .Au lieu de regarder en arrière et de voir un jour froid d'hiver en Alabama .nous sommes remplis de souvenirs chaleureux de notre famille et les amis qui nous entourent sur ​​le plus beau jour de notre vie Photographie <p>: Couleur Brandon Gresham - Simple | Fleurs : . Avagrâce Designs A Stone Bridge Farm | Robe de mariée : The White Room | Invitations: Frappée | demoiselles d'honneur robes : ASOS | Restauration : Stone Bridge Farm | Cheveux Et Maquillage Bretagne Benton Massey | Calligraphie : Sarah Tate Designs | Band : Az Izz | Bridegâteau : Gâteaux créatifs de Cullman | demoiselle d'honneur Robes : Cible | Cérémonie et réception Lieu: Stone Bridge Farm | marié et garçons d'honneur Tenue: M. Burch Tenue de soirée | gâteau du marié : cake Creations Hannah Whitner | Robe de Réception : BHLDN | planification de mariage et conception:Stone  <a href="http://www.modedomicile.com/robe-de-soir%C3%A9e-grande-taille-c-58"><b>robe de soirée grande taille</b></a>  Bridge FarmBHLDN est un membre de notre Look Book .Pour plus d'informations sur la façon dont les membres sont choisis .cliquez ici</p>
amber Nov 2014
There's no doubt you're a lier
Just a boy who plays with fire
Not a fraction of desire
To aim any higher

There's no doubt I'm an inspiration
Playing on your broken-hearted situation
I could never cancel the operation
But from you, I never got an explanation

There's no doubt you're pleasing
Played with your heart, my hands are freezing
My mind in your hands, you're squeezing
But never would you be so appeasing

There's no doubt that I'm a cheat
With your soul with mine, we'll compete
You know I'll never admit to defeat
Even while I know we're bittersweet

There's no doubt that we're fighting
Our minds are colliding
Even though none of this is exciting
Your arms will always look so inviting

There's no doubt we like to pretend
That maybe I’m more than a friend
And you’re just a hand to lend
But everything has to come to an end

Theres no doubt you were a lover
Helping each other to recover
At 1 am, you’d make me shudder
Maybe theres time to rediscover
J M Surgent Dec 2013
You’ll be branded a fool,
A coward,
And a lier,
Same as I should,
Only I kept my tongue
Far enough away from my heart.
josh wilbanks May 2014
Do you feel that?
The feverish split second you decide the night is when you feel most alive and creep quickly, quietly, your heart hastening with every faulty step creating a domino effect of blood pumping mistakes that only you notice because only you are looking for them.
Of course you don't.
You grew up.

Lier.
You said you loved me.
Im only playing ninja.
But you are too grown up to play.
I hate it.
2 hours on a bike in snow higher then my thigh with an ice coverd road and nothing but regret.
You told me to do this.
Why did you lie?
I hate liers.
I know you still want to play.
You show it when i kiss you.
Growing up seperated us.
You are just as ****** up as me.
Don't lie.
All of my poems are true story's.
josh wilbanks Jun 2014
The sun sets.
The moon rises.
The moon sets.
The sun rises.

now backwards.

The sun rises.
The moon sets.
The moon rises.
The sun sets.

The story is the same.
The names are differant.
Like a palindrone.
Like us.

I was broken when i met you.
Fresh out of the hospital.
Attempted my own burial.
But then magic happend.

Stitches formed in the place of cuts.
Hugs formed in the place of tears.
Love formed in the place of pain.
Happiness formed in the place of suicide.

Then you gave up.
Saw how much fixing i really needed.
Saw how ****** up i was.
You became like everyone else.

You left.
You ******* left.
"forever and always, to infinity and beyond. I will always love you."
You ******* lier.

Blood baths took place of talking to you.
Cuts abolished the strength delivered in those stitches.
The sacred seconds we held each other caroded  and rotted my mind.
Hugs became a passion i re-enacted with a teddy bear you gave back.
Thoughts once replaced by the thought of you returned, prepared for revenge.
Pain eluded its way into every memory of loving you.
Smiles turned into hours spent under the bridge by the school, waiting for that ******* train.
Suicide filled every night as i worked to live the dream.

You said you loved me.
You promised me i would be okay.
You let me believe you cared.
You ******* lier.
*******. I just wanted to know someone cares.
Doris Aug 2013
When I lived in Korea there was a woman named "Joanne"
Who kinda looked like a man. Her face painted like all of the colors of the wind. Her hair always damp with gel to tame her curly locks of hell.
As my boss, she made me crazy. Calling me a lier or evil when ever she could made me hate her like I never thought I would.
I bought her a plant well, I gave  her a plant that was left with me. I'm sure she threw it away when I left the country and didn't say goodbye
But why would I to someone who made me cry
So this is an ole to stupid, **** face Joanne who looks like a man without a plan who made my life hell when I had no one tell
It's hard to fight a battle when you dont speak the lanaguge
Shes lucky I didn't or who know what would have happened to the woman who told me the Korea way, where she twisted my words and made my shoulders tence the crazy ****
Drink your tequila and have a ball
Because ill never see your ugly face again, and think about how you ****** half of my friends
I think about you often, of how you could do what you did and teach little kids
I hope I never meet someone to her caliber and if I do I'll get some dirt and put it in a pie and cross my fingers she"ll roll over  and no, not die you ****, because that would put me on her ****** up level when I'd rather take a pen and write down my inner thoughts she'll never read... She was a fake a phony she smelled like a stale Korea whale.
I don't even care if this poem isn't any good I've been holding that in for so long and it made me laugh to no end. Stupid lady named Joanne.
Jeremy Betts Jul 2023
Maniacal laughter deployed to be louder than the roar of any monster

Most notably the inner

It gets harder and harder to adjust from looser to winner when just a beginner

Sold a bad bill of goods, nothing gets easier when older

I reside in my own temple but can't shake this feeling of being a squatter

Labeled by life as nothing more than NPC fodder

Never been...never seen a main character

In essence, I'm just practice for a dark passenger that always comes out of nowhere

Far scarier than the for mentioned inner monster but they conspire together

I am not now nor have I ever been a shot caller, never given a reason for no offer

Rather, I've been assigned a standard issue shock collar

Always trying to silence the hollar

Why bother?

Stay inline or find the hypocrisy of anarchy and counterculture

Tried bein' louder than ever before, pullin' from somewhere deep in my core

There's no one with a willing ear prepared to listen so no answer

Preforming to an empty chair reserved for anyone who might actually care

It's been empty for as far back as I've been allowed to remember

So I just stand there, wondering what's the matter, what is matter, do I matter?

A forced and pitiful stature of a habitual quitter being quit on over and over

This is a learned behavior taught by an unqualified teacher, both mother and father

Scream into the ether, I'm a dreamer but this nightmare ain't from a fever

There's no relief either

Not even first chair in the orchestra playing behind the dumpster fire of my own one man disaster picture

A head scratcher to any outsider, just another blunder to an insider

Next time'll turn out to be better

I swear

I'm a lier

We prefer the lie, at first it's far easier

A few too many attempts to hide the pressure, broke the regulator and boiled over

My present back lit by that there **** dumpster fire I explained earlier

My past rages unchecked through my future

A failure by every measure

No answer to why bother

...real quick...

This is off topic
But please don't let me become my father

...anyway...

Cover mistakes faster with lead paint over plaster

Pay no mind to the cancer that comes after

Dangle from a rafter like a fleshy chandelier

You don't have to guess what happened here

The dossier of the crime scene is crystal clear

You couldn't not get the picture

Even if the veil is never lifted, ignorance a problematic but gifted blinder

Gotta know I would never go and drag myself across the floor before arising once more just to lay on an altar

This has been nothing more than my dark passenger being front and center

How could I know letting it steer would lead to a full takeover of more than the arm and shoulder?

Will this ever be over?

Excuse me, is there someone there?

Has there ever been anyone other than me here for that matter?

Hello??

©2023
Daytin Derrera Mar 2014
Free fall you know you want to

Free fall its your destiny

Free fall like theres no tomorrow

Free fall you wont have any misery

Free fall I promise youll be caught



I wish you good luck

And i hope you are happy

When i see you i duck

You tried everything its very sappy



Loathing is an understatement

For what i feel towards you

Defacement Replacement

Its all the same to you



Your a lier

A cheater

Honey face it

Your a loser
(Suite.)

Car le mot, qu'on le sache, est un être vivant.
La main du songeur vibre et tremble en l'écrivant ;
La plume, qui d'une aile allongeait l'envergure,
Frémit sur le papier quand sort cette figure,
Le mot, le terme, type on ne sait d'où venu,
Face de l'invisible, aspect de l'inconnu ;
Créé, par qui ? forgé, par qui ? jailli de l'ombre ;
Montant et descendant dans notre tête sombre,
Trouvant toujours le sens comme l'eau le niveau ;
Formule des lueurs flottantes du cerveau.
Oui, vous tous, comprenez que les mots sont des choses.
Ils roulent pêle-mêle au gouffre obscur des proses,
Ou font gronder le vers, orageuse forêt.
Du sphinx Esprit Humain le mot sait le secret.
Le mot veut, ne veut pas, accourt, fée ou bacchante,
S'offre, se donne ou fuit ; devant Néron qui chante
Ou Charles-Neuf qui rime, il recule hagard ;
Tel mot est un sourire, et tel autre un regard ;
De quelque mot profond tout homme est le disciple ;
Toute force ici-bas à le mot pour multiple ;
Moulé sur le cerveau, vif ou lent, grave ou bref,
Le creux du crâne humain lui donne son relief ;
La vieille empreinte y reste auprès de la nouvelle ;
Ce qu'un mot ne sait pas, un autre le révèle ;
Les mots heurtent le front comme l'eau le récif ;
Ils fourmillent, ouvrant dans notre esprit pensif
Des griffes ou des mains, et quelques uns des ailes ;
Comme en un âtre noir errent des étincelles,

Rêveurs, tristes, joyeux, amers, sinistres, doux,
Sombre peuple, les mots vont et viennent en nous ;
Les mots sont les passants mystérieux de l'âme.

Chacun d'eux porte une ombre ou secoue une flamme ;
Chacun d'eux du cerveau garde une région ;
Pourquoi ? c'est que le mot s'appelle Légion ;
C'est que chacun, selon l'éclair qui le traverse,
Dans le labeur commun fait une oeuvre diverse ;
C'est que de ce troupeau de signes et de sons
Qu'écrivant ou parlant, devant nous nous chassons,
Naissent les cris, les chants, les soupirs, les harangues,
C'est que, présent partout, nain caché sous les langues,
Le mot tient sous ses pieds le globe et l'asservit ;
Et, de même que l'homme est l'animal où vit
L'âme, clarté d'en haut par le corps possédée,
C'est que Dieu fait du mot la bête de l'idée.
Le mot fait vibrer tout au fond de nos esprits.
Il remue, en disant : Béatrix, Lycoris,
Dante au Campo-Santo, Virgile au Pausilippe.
De l'océan pensée il est le noir polype.
Quand un livre jaillit d'Eschyle ou de Manou,
Quand saint Jean à Patmos écrit sur son genou,
On voit parmi leurs vers pleins d'hydres et de stryges,
Des mots monstres ramper dans ces oeuvres prodiges.

O main de l'impalpable ! ô pouvoir surprenant !
Mets un mot sur un homme, et l'homme frissonnant
Sèche et meurt, pénétré par la force profonde ;
Attache un mot vengeur au flanc de tout un monde,
Et le monde, entraînant pavois, glaive, échafaud,
Ses lois, ses moeurs, ses dieux, s'écroule sous le mot.
Cette toute-puissance immense sort des bouches.
La terre est sous les mots comme un champ sous les mouches

Le mot dévore, et rien ne résiste à sa dent.
A son haleine, l'âme et la lumière aidant,
L'obscure énormité lentement s'exfolie.
Il met sa force sombre en ceux que rien ne plie ;
Caton a dans les reins cette syllabe : NON.
Tous les grands obstinés, Brutus, Colomb, Zénon,
Ont ce mot flamboyant qui luit sous leur paupière :
ESPÉRANCE ! -- Il entr'ouvre une bouche de pierre
Dans l'enclos formidable où les morts ont leur lit,
Et voilà que don Juan pétrifié pâlit !
Il fait le marbre spectre, il fait l'homme statue.
Il frappe, il blesse, il marque, il ressuscite, il tue ;
Nemrod dit : « Guerre !  » alors, du Gange à l'Illissus,
Le fer luit, le sang coule. « Aimez-vous ! » dit Jésus.
Et se mot à jamais brille et se réverbère
Dans le vaste univers, sur tous, sur toi, Tibère,
Dans les cieux, sur les fleurs, sur l'homme rajeuni,
Comme le flamboiement d'amour de l'infini !

Quand, aux jours où la terre entr'ouvrait sa corolle,
Le premier homme dit la première parole,
Le mot né de sa lèvre, et que tout entendit,
Rencontra dans les cieux la lumière, et lui dit :
« Ma soeur !

Envole-toi ! plane ! sois éternelle !
Allume l'astre ! emplis à jamais la prunelle !
Échauffe éthers, azurs, sphères, globes ardents !
Éclaire le dehors, j'éclaire le dedans.
Tu vas être une vie, et je vais être l'autre.
Sois la langue de feu, ma soeur, je suis l'apôtre.
Surgis, effare l'ombre, éblouis l'horizon,
Sois l'aube ; je te vaux, car je suis la raison ;
A toi les yeux, à moi les fronts. O ma soeur blonde,
Sous le réseau Clarté tu vas saisir le monde ;
Avec tes rayons d'or, tu vas lier entre eux
Les terres, les soleils, les fleurs, les flots vitreux,  
Les champs, les cieux ; et moi, je vais lier les bouches ;
Et sur l'homme, emporté par mille essors farouches,
Tisser, avec des fils d'harmonie et de jour,
Pour prendre tous les coeurs, l'immense toile Amour.
J'existais avant l'âme, Adam n'est pas mon père.
J'étais même avant toi ; tu n'aurais pas pu, lumière,
Sortir sans moi du gouffre où tout rampe enchaîné ;
Mon nom est FIAT LUX, et je suis ton aîné ! »

Oui, tout-puissant ! tel est le mot. Fou qui s'en joue !
Quand l'erreur fait un noeud dans l'homme, il le dénoue.
Il est foudre dans l'ombre et ver dans le fruit mûr.
Il sort d'une trompette, il tremble sur un mur,
Et Balthazar chancelle, et Jéricho s'écroule.
Il s'incorpore au peuple, étant lui-même foule.
Il est vie, esprit, germe, ouragan, vertu, feu ;
Car le mot, c'est le Verbe, et le Verbe, c'est Dieu.

Jersey, juin 1855.
Rai Dec 2011
You come creeping in
cut me down
You would rather call me lier
Than know the truth
Looking sidewards
When met by my truths you close your mind
Not wanting to know
I saw you
walking  dusty roads to forget the meaning
fragmented lines of meaningless segments
haunted like a child abandoned to the wind
I will not turn into the hollow frame
I once was
You filled my soul
Made me fly
And yet
Where are you now
Memories hold
Sunshine
Which flickers through shadows
I so yearn for more than I have now
Please
Just please is all I have to say  
Before tomorrow engolfs me once more
Hugo Feb 2020
Invite me to a masquerade held in a large hall
Most guests would be in suits, those you can see
Almost all are dark males, all quite are tall
All can't dance , because all of them are me

Few in this hall are some of my peers
One of me in a mask basks in their wonder
To them this mask is wise,and one without fear
The face behind though is foolish a coward and a blunder

Few in this hall are some of my enemies
One of me in a mask delights in their distaste
To them this mask promises violence with energy
Behind is the face of exhaustion and no anger to trace

Few in this hall are some of my mentors
One of me in a mask  indulges in their praise
To them this mask is one of potential and future
Beneath lies the face marred by failure and laze

Few in this hall are some past lovers
One of me in a mask savors their longing
To them this mask is a story with a knight and a tower
But beneath Is the face of a lier gifted with talking

Few in this hall are my fellow Christians
One of me in a mask flaunts his humility
To them this mask is of true religious commissions
The face behind long faced spiritual sterility

The last in this hall are my family
I face them with half a mask of strength
To them the strong half mask, and the true half face of apathy
The half mask hides a face exhausted with it's life's long length
Honestly I'm not even sure if this counts as a poem😁
Marieta Maglas Apr 2012
She entered and lied in a bed to sleep, but she was feeling as a bandit.
She was shaking being so cold, but she couldn't move under the blanket.
Drifting illusions rolled on her dreams to nothing else but a dying trance,
The breadth of her mind stopped for a second to wish any other chance.



In his vision, the prince saw her dancing so gracefully and being alone.
As angelic was the princess Snow White as the heaven was her home.
The next day, he seemingly heard her again singing in the early dawn,
Her reflection on the water he touched, but she was suddenly gone.



That house belonged to seven dwarfs working in a diamond mine.
Having some mine flowers inside, their home had a special shine.
She drank wine and ate vegetables from each glass and each plate,
The dwarfs returned home and lit their candles wanting to recreate.



They approached their candles to that bed to clearly see Snow-White.
'Good heaven! ', 'She is so beautiful! ' They loudly exclaimed in the night.
She told them about her story and her desperate search for a new home,
They asked her to clean their house, they told her to avoid the wood to roam.



The oldest dwarf was the Smiley, the one they could really smile back to...
The youngest dwarf was called the Lier, because he couldn't say any true...
She wanted to be brave in the face of what was fearful, fatidic and fateful,
She could play and dance with her friends and she was really grateful.



She asked the little Sleepy, ''Are you aware that you talk always in your sleep? ''
''Don't say that! ' He replied, 'You should know that your confidence I'll keep! '
She said and asked the Painter, ''Paint me the mine with your deep emotion! ''
The Singer composed for Snow White a sweet serenade to set her in motion.



‘'Mirror, on the wall, who in this land is fairest of all? '' Queen wanted to know.
‘'You, my queen, are fair; it is true, '' replied the bad mirror through its glow.
''But beyond the seven mountains, in the dwarfs' house, Little Snow-White
Is a thousand times fairer than you, moreover, her future is extremely bright! '
McCaslin Jun 2010
O what have I done?
Pride and foolishness has led me to this place,
Between love and hate I could not choose
With you I could not live
But without I came closer to death
Than you would care to know
I was forged in your fire,
And undone by the same hand
Hurt I am, and sought I did
To make you reap what you
Had sown
But when my words cut your breast
I bleed in turn
I have seen you die,
Time and time again
In my dreams and dark wishes
Foolishness
For the sun cannot rise
If the moon will not set
I wanted you to hurt
So you could see
But as sharp as words are
to me they lack conviction
Read this letter and know
That I am a lier
And that I am broken
Just like you
2010
I should have told you so long ago,
Now it is far too late.
My back is against the wall
Having to choose between trusting you and hating you
You betrayed me, you hurt me, you acted like my friend
You the person i thought i could trust
The girl i loved, you've become the girl i dont want to be around
You turned out to be just like everyone else...
A backstabber
A lier
An untrustworthy person
An enemy
I hope you realize our relationship is messed up
All thanks to your ignorance.
Vladimir Pavlov Apr 2015
Your world is like a fairytale
It's filled in with beauty
Agressive ones that blaming you
But you're still hold your duty

Your life is very heavy
You're victim all the ways
But when the act is over
You're losing all your grace

They tells you you're a lier
Or clap their hands in sence
But you are not a person
When fairytale is ends

— The End —