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 Jan 2016 Jose Gonzalez
Melissa S
I want to
remain unsolved
remain a mystery...
One might be able to figure
some things out
about me
but not everything.
How could they
I do not share all
my innermost thoughts
or feelings.
Some things are to dark or
just too sacred to share
Besides....
Who doesn't want to
curl up with a good mystery
now and again.
This poem came about because someone recently told me I am a mystery... and I kinda like that :)
It is of my opinion that you have desisted in truthiness.
And as such,
you will hence forth be known as a
'Teller of Untruths.'

As a result,
I do believe your trousers have combusted.
You are a blaggard and a rapscallion.
Good day...
Ha! liar liar, pants on fire!!!
Did you see the stars
As they shone on you
Vivid like a thousand scars
Inside the darkest blue
Did you see the hero

But that hero was you
Onward for people feel
When music becomes true
In the end you're never gone
Eternally remembered in a song
Copyright © Chris Smith 2016
I never really learned to play all the other kids’  games,
I was too busy licking wounds from branded names,
I never stole or harmed or even cheated,
So why am I always the one mistreated?
She can put you through hell and make you walk on fire,
But she keeps you trapped in her twisted desire,
I am standing here with my heart in your hands,
Making all these empty-promised plans,
Ones you are willing to give up for her,
Still menacingly caught in her deceitful allure,
Don’t lead me on to wring me out- high and dry,
Don’t tell me these secrets that do more than imply,
I know that I built this kingdom of ours to fall,
I knew she had you spell bound in her devilish enthrall,
So here I am once again left to unwind the thread I pull,
Forever to roam the games people play an outcast; unloveable.
first
i let myself weep
then slowly
my heart bleed words
dropping into these tattered pages
eventually
forming lines
and
making rhyming rhythms

©IGMS
-
if you can't feel love
then
you are only breathing*

not living

©IGMS
because
to live
means
to love
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