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Quentin Briscoe  Oct 2012
Jacob
Quentin Briscoe Oct 2012
I can create turth through lies...repeat.... the turth through lies....then you'll eventually believe my turth through lies....And i'll recieve your loyalty...through my deceptive tendencies...And All your know is turth...But I do know that they're lies...And You'll never ask for proof...Cuz I repeated Lies...and You've heard them so much that to you they feel like turth...My ***** little demon...this nightmare you aren't dream..cuz all you know as turth is lies...and you'll believe them till the day you die...Cuz I repeat and project...till you defend and protect...My ***** little secret...that you will never Regreat...See up is down and Red is Blue...And hands wear things called shoes....See up is down and Red is Blue....and hands wear things called shoes....Cuz you dont get to choose...Cuz I can create turth though lies...repeat...the turth through lies....And You will believe my turthful lies....and protect them till the day you die...repeat the turth through lies...
Betty Ponder Oct 2013
Early bad memory of writings; teacher accused me of plagiary.
Untruth, but at age eight, was thought words far "too" advanced.
Same holds true with drawings and paintings entered in contests.
"No child her age could create these!" was written to my mother.
"It is our expert opinion that her entries are from someone else."
No interest in turth, but came to me disqualifications; that's life!
With an understanding that you find my words a great read,
your imitations are flattering, but they're not your life or truths.
Writing for me comes easy, been that way seems all my life,
always something happening that inspires just the right words.
Wont ramble on and hoping you will remove and not repeat.

I never let what that teacher said or the people who refused to believe
that I could create art stop me from being who I was born to be.
jan assen  Feb 2011
Cried
jan assen Feb 2011
I cried too much
but was it enough
I can't run
hiding the turth to all
I must be done
crying pain of blooding tears
the sickness I have
will never heal the scars
the discoloration of my life
will never show
depressed in my only feels
doleful face
that I try not
to have any motion
so long to being successful
strain to pains holing might
I will never win the fight
I cried so many tears through life
can't say sorrow will come
I can say no elated this will some
Cried enough, done
jan assen  Feb 2011
Make me
jan assen Feb 2011
Cutting life is life lived
tears will stared to fad
pain comes to haunt
the blade comes more offten
skin is scards will heal
others death in the skin
the way to hide the turth
cool,ice feeling only feels real
nothing will feel real to seal
make me
Turth hurts me.
I’m tangled in your golden hair as that scene I never watched is played beneath my eye lids
Careful camera angles, make it hard to breathe,
But I’m no where to be seen, in a jelous **** stars dream.
I hide behind the smiles, pretend Im over it, but if I was allowed to, I scream and throw a fit.
Hurl things at your battered skull till it burst
Force my mouth on your wound so I know how it hurts
I’m not even at the worst
Stop,
Breathe… It’s just a jealous dream.
He screams…. Like he can tell them from reality.
jan assen Mar 2011
to feel some thing
is to lie away
never to see the pain
lie to the place to hide
never know the time
just to live a lie
hide the turth about life
never know how to tell the truth
lying is life that will never say
now to lay of the night
The ture feeling of lying
NZ Sep 2010
In first grade, I learned the turth. And to make it worse I had no friends to share it with because a secret because a secret is not for 1 and not for 3 it only is for 2.

In second grade, I meet ME a girl like me. I think that life could not better but then...

In third grade, I learn that life is not for fun for poeple like me, and ME...

In forth grade, I learn to love my life to its fullest...


In fifth grade, life is as great as it can be for poeple like me and ME...




                                                             SO I LIVE LIFE TO ITS FULLEST !!!!!!!
The anger burns,
It boils in the pit of my stomach.
You ****** *******!
You ******* deserted me.
What happened to now and forever?
What happened to bonds and family?
There is no more turth in my life,
Only the lies that eat me alive.
Well *******!
I hate you.
No, what a lie,
What a lie that is.
I never could.
You may leave me dead,
and my love shall still be there.
I cared, I gave a ****.
You left without a single goodbye.
You left without a ******* reason why.
I hope you're happy now.
Oh, I hope you're happy.
You left me dead inside.
You made the water that never existed for me leak through my eyes
Can't you see what you've done to me?
You meant so much.
You were so dear,
and you've all but looked at me as if I weren't here.
Why do  they condem me because lm right as l look to the stars my people and the light is in us. We must shine with are wisdom and knowledge. I tell you they look at my poems before and never knew something need to be corrected. I laugh because l was awaiting for someone to say something. All this time the most high sent me a poem tell me Read and write for my people as some one should have said something .Great Teacher stood up to win this black man and many more are winners because we know the turth Jah.
Domford  Aug 2018
Untitled
Domford Aug 2018
DENAIL IN SUCH A MAGNITUDE FORMS A BODY
A BODY OF WATER
AN OCEAN
A PRESSURE
SO CALM, YET IT HAS THE POWER TO CRUSH YOU ALIVE
A PRESSURE
SO REAL THAT IT CONSUMES YOUR MIND
ALL CONTRADICTIONS HAVE A DEEPER MEANING
THINK ABOUT IT
A GIRL THAT IS SCREAING AT YOU
WITH OUT EVEN SAYING A WORD
AN ODORLESS FIELD
THAT HAS THE STRONGEST SCENT
A BLINDNESS
THAT WITNESSES THE MOST VIVID COLORS
WHAT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU DENY
REVERTING YOUR EYES FROM SANITY
WANTING SO BADLY TO BE IN A PERFECT WORLD
THAT YOU TRAP YOUR OWN SELF WITH IN THE IRRATINOALITY OF YOUR IMAGINATION
THE MORE KNOWLEDGE YOU GAIN THE MORE IGNORANT YOU BECOME
FOR KNOWLEDGE IS POWERLESS
WITHOUT THE ACEPTANCE OF TURTH
YOU TRY TO EXPERIENCE THE WARMTH OF JOY WITH A COLD HEART
EXPECTING TO GIVE LOVE IN RETURN FOR MONEY OR WORK
AND EVENTUALLY
YOU FIND YOUR BODY MOVING ON ITS OWN
IT MAKES A LEAP
LEAD ON BY DEPAIR
EXPOSING YOU TO THE CRUSHING SEA OF DENIAL.
SLOW
LETS TAKE IT SLOW
STEP BY STEP
LETS TAKE ADVANTAGE
LETS ENJOY
UNEXPLINABLE
ALMOST LIKE A MEMORY FROM THE PAST
EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I FELT
WAS NOTHING
BUT CRAYONS ON PAPER
WHAT WILL HE DO
STAY IN CHARACTER
ONLY AFTER HOURS
WE ONLY GOT
SECONDS & MINUTES TO SPARE
I LOOK FOWARD TO YOU
ITS TRUE I WAS LOOKING AT YOU
WITH MY BABY DEAR EYES
BUT LETS TAKE IT SLOW
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT
BECAUSE THE TURTH IS
I WANT TO TEAR YOU SO BEAUTIFULLY APART

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