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You keep telling us LIES, and
keep FEEDING US FIBS,
you are CONCEALING
HIDDEN SECRETS,
to what you REALLY DID,

You keep TELLING LIES,
from ANOTHER to ANOTHER,
To back up THOSE LIES,
to use another LIE to COVER!!!

You keep SPREADING LIES,
We keep HEARING RUMORS,
But, your LIES will
COME TO SURFACE,
not LATER, but SOONER!!

Now, TELL US THE TRUTH,
You think that we are FOOLISH,
But, We Really are not,
So, come clean with
WHAT YOU DID!!!

Now, TELL US THE TRUTH,
You Keep trying to DECEIVE,
Your LIES sound so DOUBTFUL,
THAT THEY ARE HARD TO BELIEVE!!!

You think you got AWAY,
or that you are GETTING BY,
You BETTER CONFESS and
QUIT TELLING THESE LIES!!!

It's REALLY AMAZING,
The question is WHY???
You LIE SO GOOD,
you BELIEVE YOUR OWN LIES!!!

It not a SUPRISE,
we come to REALIZE,
The TRUTH IS HIDDEN,
Within the LIARS DISGUISE!!!

IT'S seen in your DEMEANOR,
You can't help BUT TO LIE,
Like the BOY WHO CRIES WOLF,
The WOLF ATE HIM ALIVE!!!!

He kept pulling PRANKS,
like HE was GETTING BY,
But, no one BELIEVED HIM,
The LIES lead TO HIS DEMISE!!!!


B.R.
Date: 08/6/2023
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Don't tell lies
Don't play tricks

Not possible to do bad and be a good person

I am not God
It is not my place to judge
I am speaking from experience

I lie
I am being 100% honest

Sometimes I lie in bed at night
But that is the only lying I do
Jenish Feb 2020
Once upon a time
Truth and fib went for a walk.
Fib tumbles and fall
Truth chuckles, supples and walked
In past, present and future.
Xaela San Nov 2019
Shards
Of
Broken
Glass mirror
Spread across the floor
And the crimson blood flowing through
Letting out the unspoken words she carried before
1,1,2,3,5,8,13 syllable
Xaela San Nov 2019
Such
Pain
Of the
Broken heart
I carry within
For my heart assumes you're alive,
In reality you're buried six feet underground.
1,1,2,3,5,8,13 syllable
Xaela San Nov 2019
If
Trees
Have voice
You'll hear cries
While the forest burns
Killing everything to ashes
Due to human ignorance and greediness for wealth.
1,1,2,3,5,8,13 syllable
ms reluctance Apr 2014
What
next?
Always
the question
that keeps me awake
at night; troubled during the day.
Consumed by this exhausting, insatiable hunger
to decipher the mysteries of a nebulous future, I find it mighty hard
to take a deep breath, look around, notice all the colors and revel in the beauty of how far I have come from the shadows of my past.
NaPoWriMo Day #28
Poetry form: Fib

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