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Swasti Jain Feb 2017
There was a flower, blossoming on the shoreline. Beholding the serenity of the seas and criticising the rise and fall of the indomitable tides.

It swayed in the balmy air and loathed the dusty storms.

It adored the sun's radiance and mourned the moon's norms.

It extolled the aesthetics and execrated the wrongs.

It denied the nectar but appreciated the honeycomb.

There was a peyote, living in the dreary sands. Mesmerized by the great dunes, standing like a tomb.

Relishing the scanty rains with much aplomb.

It grows its roots in the search of water,  many call it a coxcomb.

Such is the folk, unaware of the real beauty for so long!

                                    - Swasti Jain
Devin Ortiz Jan 2017
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 **** 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
In the realm of the now
I find you all false
Posting and hosting lies
Don't bother to check
What the heck
Infinite alabis

The frightening fiction
Compounded and stacked
If even a few believe
So many, our youth
Mistook as the truth
And so thousands have been decieved

The internet is power
Through fact and fiction
So be careful what you say
History written
Stupidity smitten
Even the brightest minds are clay
Ernie Wong Jan 2017
Deception.
To deceive,
Or be deceived.

Smile on their faces,
Daggers behind my back.
How it happened, no one knows.
No one, but they know.

Countless times, I'd been stabbed.
Bruised, broken, beaten.
Not physically, but emotionally.
I don't know why I led them closer,
Close enough to carve my heart,
With their cold-blooded knifes.

This make me stronger.
It makes me wiser.
Instead of breaking down,
I learn.
I learn from those who betrayed me,
Those who toyed with my conscience.
And those who preyed.

Now,
Each walk out my door,
Their greetings not to me,
But my mask.

From the one being deceived,
Now the one to deceive.
Everyone of us are facing/using deception in some ways or another. Think about it - Are you truly yourself when you're outside with your friends, than with your family? What about when you're alone? How different and unpredictable are you in different scenarios?
somberbitch Jan 2017
The concept of you scares me.
The thought of you picking at the thing I spent years constructing.
Piece by piece you get closer,
to me,
to what I try so hard to destroy.
Not understanding why I'm so reluctant,
why I, after so long, cannot do it again.

For I do not believe feelings can be mutual
I do not believe one can look at me and feel the way i do,
I do not believe, in certain light
that this concept of love exists.

I believe in wholehearted conversations,
and laughs underneath the gleaming moon.
I believe in strong friendships.
But for this to be everlasting,
for one to crave me as much as I crave them,
that is fictitious.
Dawn Treader Dec 2016
Tail of a sea serpent, bust of a maiden
Lamentably for you, boy, this ocean’s heavy laden
With angelic voices and charming faces
You’ll believe you’re in God’s good graces

Eyes, lips, *******, and hair
Every part of me was created to ensnare
An unsuspecting sailor boy
My womanly wiles I shall employ

For my sisters hunger
And our bodies you desire
I play a tune on my golden lyre

My enchanting voice draws you in
I’ll exploit your want of carnal sin
Sea salt perfumes my flowing hair
Gently, I smile as you stare

Serpent tail and mermaid hair
This sailor boy craves a deadly maiden fair
You promise yourself, “Just one kiss”
I’ll drag you down into the deep abyss

The moment when your eyes meet mine
I know upon your flesh I’ll dine
Be careful who you flirt with.
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