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Em MacKenzie Jun 2019
I broke at the shore of the ocean
but lovingly embraced the sea,
let it wash away each stain of emotion,
but got carried away and ended up drowning.
While the surf invaded my airways
and the salt brushed to my skin,
my mind flooded with memories of the sun’s rays,
unconsciously my lips found a grin.

I outstretched my arms and pried apart my fingers,
survival instinct set off alarms, but the beat in my chest lingers.
I was pushed and pulled with the current, dragged away with the tide,
my fear of aquatic lifeforms should act as a deterrent, but I decided to enjoy the ride.

Do you see the invisible strings and lines
that intertwine each life and path?
The subtle clues and the flashing signs,
the chemistry and the math.
Sharing the same air and skies,
the same language and the same view.
Similar perspective through different eyes,
different soils but it still grew.

I stood firm and unmoving on a patch of grass that wasn’t green
and I failed to remember the only thing I tried to forget.
Flashbacks and hauntings of every back that I have seen,
walking away with head held high with no regret.

And my body still aches and trembles
with all the days lost it never seemed to retain heat.
But each day gains a shimmer of the past it resembles,
and now I’m warming up except my poor circulated feet.

Do you hear the silent music and unspoken words,
that tell a long story only two or three truly know?
Drowned out by passing cars and chirps of birds,
carried away gently with the wind’s blow.
Sharing the same air and skies,
the same language and same view.
Hand on left I promise to tell lies,
because even the promise wouldn’t be true.

I saw a vision in front me that day,
I didn’t even have to block out a single shadow, I didn’t have to try.
And I smiled unknowingly, not knowing what to say,
even so the words nestled in my throat, I choked but didn’t die.

I’ll gift a map, and I’ll provide clear and written direction.
I’ll mark off each trap, and reveal the secret route to avoid detection.
Ylzm May 2019
The Book of Lies
The One and Only
Divinely Uttered
Written in Stone
Inerrant and Irrefutable
Proclaimed and Enforced
Guardians in Flesh and Blood
Unsheathed Swords
Dripping Blood.

The Books of Truth
Man’s Handiwork
Divinely Inspired
Copied and Re-copied
Encrypted with
Error Correction Coding
Trampled and Desecrated
Consuming Fire Descends
To Reveal not Destroy.
Karijinbba Mar 2019
Sometimes truth is
stranger than fiction
cold and cruel as a grave
and flowering tragic
circumstances
or living in denial
is a quick sweet fix
causing irreparable
lifetime misfortune
Timely revealing
a terrible truth
to innocents
can be traumatic
yet tender eye opener
but utterly kindly
necessary to avert
greater future calamity
and misjudgements
I know this truth
in my own flesh
I hid a cruel truth
not to cause painful
suffering to self
and other victims
my own children
and I was hurt
the most I lost it all.
so speak timely
get counseling go public
living in denial
of unexamined
traumatic past events
never escaped
the laws of fate
and ill karma
It all come back
to hunt me
revealing
the light of truth
no matter how
dark its sting
it did set me free
but I lost
the companionship
of close loving
family members
in their cold diselief
awake be aware
an evil doer's skim
to continue future
character assassination
slandering oldest
witness victim
will perish obliterated
only in the light
of timely
simple truth revealed
A dearly beloved
survivor's courage
and foresight
to stop living
in foolish denial
will also end
in much needed
self healing
~~~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved.
revised 03-16 2019.
Don't let it happen to you.
Reveal the light of truth
no matter how dark its sting.
Ending up mis-understood
misjudged unknown
is an injustice
sad and very
lonesome
existence.
André Morrison Jan 2019
Feeling mundane on a Monday
Feeling like a Sunday every single day
Need some kind of healing,
But instead I'm concealing
Don't want to be revealing of my inner disarray
Steve Page Dec 2018
Let me see beneath your perfection,
and look behind your Sunday best.
I want to see if you're super human
or if you're more like the rest of us.

I want to test your holier than thou,
your upfront semblance of flawless.
I want to check that you're all we see
or if there's less beneath the surface.

If you think you have no cracks or dents,
if you have no room for improvement,
I'd really like you to meet my friends -
as we need a new source of amusement.
Nobody's perfect.
Amy Duckworth Sep 2018
A Smile can hide the Truth
The Mouth can whisper Lies
But the Eyes always Reveal
What's Hidden deep Inside
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
The truth isn’t hidden forever
The sun is behind the Moon
it’ll find the bottom of the night
will pick it up upon the rose.

See whose shining
streaming down into a dew?
On the way though maybe
some storms one or two!
Tristan Brown Sep 2018
Maybe when we learn to embrace
the fact that we are Human,
We're far from perfect,

Maybe when we begin to accept
the fact that we have problems,

Maybe then we'll begin to find
the solutions.
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