Özcan Sh 15m
They say she wears no makeup
They say she is not pretty
They say that I am blind
But I know that they lie

Her heart, soul and character
Made her the prettiest girl
In this world
They did not see it
Because they were all blind.
A little box
Without a key
You hold an air
Of mystery
To sit and glare
Right up there
Flashing red in front of me

I am the one who fills it
And I fill it with myself
No one would guess what's in you
Sitting up atop my shelf

I have thought of your discovery
The pros
And all the cons
But looking at my history
All candidates are wrong

So I suppose you'll stay a secret
I'll keep you to myself
Painted red,
Flashing dread
Little box on my shelf
Please forget you saw this
A lie is fake
The truth is real
A lie will mask
What truth reveals

A lie is dirty
The truth is clean
The lie lays in shadow
The truth beams

You are the liar
I am the truth
The lie is easy
The truth cuts through

You can't face mine
I don't want yours
One cut too far
But what do I lose?

Not much lost
Nothing gained
No more lies
No more pain

You are fake
I am real
You can't mask
What I reveal
Nylee 14h
What we really feel
we'll never tell
what happened
no one remembered
dance around the words
cut tongues with the swords
but we'll not say
we will always lie like that

We lie because we believe
we'll be saved in the end
who knows in truth
maybe we will be the first ones to die

it is for the best
we keep lies within the sea of lies
and when the time comes
all the lies will be pulled together
or maybe more the worse

every effort another lie
now no one is shy
the times will tell why
no one is surprised
truly now the trust has died.
nish 15h
he demanded attention
i craved validation
a time and a place that's all we would need
to seal our fate
with a kiss, oh so sweet

i lie.

first kisses are messy
there's always some drool
memorable and bad
leave you smiling like a fool

but i'll tell you a truth
its something i hide
i'm glad that you took it
sorry i lied.
© M.H

dedicated to bbg, bc he loves being written about.
Amanda 1d
You made me believe you wanted to be done
Didn't realize the day we said goodbye
Your eyes convinced me you would change
As usual, it was just another lie.
About the day my ex went to rehab, he knew he wasn't going to do it he just told me what ai wanted to hear.
Amanda Jul 10
It’s sad that the first time I speak to someone,
Their opening line is
“Thank you for telling your story, it has helped me.”


It’s upsetting that I have so many stories to tell;
Like the time four boys pinned me to the cold pavement
And they took it in turns to force me to kiss them.
I remember how the onlookers did nothing,
They wanted me to learn the meaning of boys will be boys.


It will always remain one of the stories that I will never tell,
Similar to the story of my childhood where
Boys would run their hands down the body that came to be my carcass, to claim
What never belonged to them.


The story I tell is the assault of an older girl,
A girl who knew what the assault was,
A girl that will never admit that the rape happened more than once
And a girl that suffered incredible violence.


I hate how I have so many of these stories to tell,
But what is worse is how there’s so many others that
Need to hear them to feel less alone in their pain.
It is worse that I am not alone in my pain.


I wish they could see what remains of us,
The victims of the violence that they have left behind
To suffer in their misery alone.


I wish they could see the meaning behind the numbers,
The ages I’ve been throwing throughout this poem
But they’ll never mean anything to anyone but me.
We need to become the leaders of a revolution, no more numbers.
I lose myself in memories past
Watch scenes on a loop
Run these memories through filters so that
Brighter, softer, more muted hues speckle the reminiscing
Harsh lines now resemble an impressionist painting
Harsh words now a poets tongue become
Harsh actions a noble deed to overcome a harsher pain.
Harsh words fall soft from the tongue
Diluted memories in ombré hue
Gradually blending and shading
Until only an impression of a memory remains.
03:42 BST
I held myself together
Through the fire
Through the cold
I held my heart together
Through the lies that had been told

I let myself unravel
Feel the darkness
Feel the rain
I let my soul unravel
Giving patience to the pain

I stitched myself a new life
Always dreaming
Something more
I sewed my hope together
Stronger than I was before
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