They tell one lie,
They speak one truth.
'It's easy to heal,
But you'll remember all your scars.'

The latter of the two, a truth.
Though that which precedes,
Lies through it's teeth.
Fangs of darkness and deceit,
Designed to forge a man with a black heart.
If not for the comfort of the summer sea,
I too would've succumbed to the gray of this city.
Morphed from a young and happy form,
To a soulless monster,
'****-Malum.'

Words appear nonsensical
Fact checks are becoming daily headlines.
Pure prevarications
Not mere vagueness
Bold untruths, shams
Two-faced attempts
To cheat to win
In a battle of ideas.
Better still, flooding
Air-waves, all media
With bogus pretext
That fend off
A battle
From ever being fought.

More than just falsification,
blatant fabrications!
Labeling truth a lie
Shut-downs instead of debate,
All communication aimed
to discredit, debunk, and divide.

* (back in the day we called this **** and bull)

a slave to desires
masters manipulation;
ushers the dark age.

At what cost was this lie?
This lie of love
This lie of care
Was it all a show?
Was there truly never love there?
I know it takes time and time ticks by slow
But for what did you cause us both pain?
Were you really just shy
Or was that too a lie?
My heart is shattered
Our love has scattered
My love was true
All my love
Reserved for you
At what cost was this lie?
Did you know it would go this way?
Did you know you were leading me astray?
Was I truly the first?
Would that make me your worst?
This lie of love
This lie of care
I lay in bed wondering "o where?"
"Where shall my heart rest?"
My heart is dying in this disheartened chest
This chest you once used for rest
This mind which was once one to follow yours
Now scattered
Shattered
Along this hard cold floor
The floor of the home i dreamt for us together
The home in which we could live our forever
This dark purple door
Your favorite color
My favorite?
The sea of blue and brown in your eyes
For what cost were your lies?
My heart
My pain
Your heart
Your name
Your name I could have had
Your hand in my hand
Side by side
My head on your shoulder
The place i would never have cried
Sitting in that blue and green chair
My fingers running through your hair
I thought you loved me
Now I can finally see
It was a coax
I’m sorry
I'm sorry i believed
I'm sorry i was so naive
Im sorry my prince
I was once your beauty
Now i'm the beast
It was all your hoax
For what cost were your lies?
Tears still flood these broken eyes

The world makes flights   white flakes of code
snow  like knowledge   alights on the ground
to become a muddy fusion

Many people claim God isn’t real
yet continue to speak,
“If it is in God’s will.”

Many people claim God isn’t real
yet will pray,
“God have mercy.”

Many people claim God isn’t real
but continue to recite scripture
in His name.

I wonder if they do this on purpose,
or if part of them still believes.

Maybe religion treated them wrong,
gave them no alternative but to leave.

I don’t blame them.
It’s hard to feel alienated
in a supposedly
“open community.”

Or maybe they’re in denial,
afraid of a higher authority.
Perhaps they know they haven’t been good,
that deep down, they never fit
the Christian standard.

But as much as they say they don’t believe—

we will beg on our deathbed
to get into a heaven we do not believe in,
as we are all just contradictions within ourselves.

It might be regret,
survival,
logic.

But in those final minutes,
you’ll pray to a God you deny
because no matter how you try,
you cannot accept
your own nature

By Abpoetry


Tired of being somebody that goes above and beyond,
Tired of being a pawn,
Tired of the everlasting ignorance I get from women,
I'm in a different arc now , that should be a villain,
Furthermore *** is genuine to you?
Weighing out all the options for your dream guy,
Might hurt you,
Tired of being looked at based on level of attraction,
Or not making transactions,
"Oh he don't got car keys or tattoos, not for the taking",
I been said it,
This generation's cooked for our race in fact,
We'll dead it , this **** is pretty ******* stupid anyway,
Backburners , the only thing women will put me on,
Birdchirpers , they'll say you got your incel turned on,
No apps , no friends , no lies , selflove only prevails.