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Lance Remir Jun 16
The greatest lie you ever told to me
Was sealed with a kiss
That passion, desperation, clinging to mine 
You lied fiercely to me 
You pressed it to my lips as I believed it all
Lying to me repeatedly 
But my heart begged for more of your love 
Lie to me more, please
Because every time we do, I gain some hope
That this wasn't the last
That we had so much more in store for each other
We held on for so long
Both wanting to make this our permanent truth
Once again
I fell for the lie, the promise, that you will always
Come back to me
Cadmus Jun 16
They asked me once,
“Why do you always take the hard path?”

I said,
“It’s not that I choose it
It’s just the only path I see.”

Not all of us are given options.

Some roads are rough
because that’s all there is.
Sometimes, life doesn’t offer a choice between easy and hard - it simply gives a road, and we walk it.
Ellie Jun 15
As the years pass by
Loneliness comes by
I propose to seek the truth
It was always been this brute

I am different
I am scarred
It's such a long way of time
I hope I get in without a piece of dime
Sophie Jun 15
Wrapped in my warmest wool blanket,
coldness resides in my veins.
My body aches for your embrace,
to revel in warm memories.
It was just a one time mistake...
The ghost of your cologne,
lingering faintly above the detergent’s scent,
makes my nausea strangle with warning.
You don’t love me- otherwise your
scent wouldn’t be on her bed too.

—Betrayal is not a mistake; it's a choice that reveals character.
Ken Pepiton Jun 14
"Let us rebuild, so that,
we may be no
longer a reproach",… it is just

business/ Nehemiah spake
put this on your business card

directly, in spirit, to David
Barton, inspirational director,
for many a proud warrior for truth.

Jesus lives, we rise, we agree, in me.

Where lay the Kingdom of God, back then,
when he is recorded as having said,
I will, my will being done, abide
side any who hear the knock,

as an innocent, or a lying, cheating scoundrel,
that's the good news, war has never worked,
peacemaking all ways works, one on one.

Honed most point, tip to tip... touch
spirit face to spirit face
messenger to message, dare we say
in the presence of at least as many as
have testified to seeing grave dwellers walking,

most certainly there was darkness, and that curtain,

between the holiest of holies, and every day sanctity,
ripped… rippity re-occurence right down the middle,
opening all reality
to the Wizard
of Oz's most esoteric

special effect
on the ensuing Easter audiences, seeing
it, over and over, until the metaphor, the riddle becomes

dabar, a very humble word translated many ways, see::

Pens with motors are more powerful than swords,
of any sort… logos significant cannot loose dabar yah, we

in this form minding manners men agree to abide beneath,

but
but
but
on good advice,
from bar mitzvahed friends, dead and living,

the use of labor, during interesting times, as mobs

to make unified mind form encase believers in
situations indisputably dangerous, used right

by godfearing law enforcement officers, right
used by a leader exactly, to the hairs on his head,

like the guy on television who crashed all those casinos.
Supposed to be, and is my protest, not in vain, but seedful dabar is what Ezekial said made him riddle metaphorically, few Sunday schools use the riddle he made.
Eze 17
If you’re reading this right now,
It means I’m done with you forever.
Minor lies revealed somehow,
And no, your lust was never clever.
I tried to hide it all in,
But what can you do when gaslighted.
Know we never had shared sin,
Angels clash, no longer love sided.
So this is my goodbye too,
Realizing the world what it is.
Sick and twisted to a coup,
Never questioning nor could be quiz.
I pray your god you’re not real,
Too fake for heaven to deal…
sofia Jun 14
i keep telling myself it’s not a big deal
people fall in love
people drift apart
but it wasn’t supposed to be them
not the two people i trusted
not the two faces i looked at
and thought,
“they’ll never do that to me”

funny how betrayal doesn’t come with sirens
no alarms
just small silences
a skipped message
a weird glance
a laugh that didn’t include me this time

and i wonder—
when did they first look at each other like that?
was it while i was talking?
was it during one of those nights
i was pouring my heart out to her
and he was just… there?

she knew
they both knew
and still they smiled at me
still asked how i was
like they weren’t already
pulling the knife out of my back
to see how deep it went

i don’t even feel anger right now
just emptiness
like i’m standing outside my own life
watching it fold in on itself
quiet
unimportant

maybe this is what it means to be forgotten
not in absence
but in plain sight
to be looked at
and not seen

i keep thinking i’ll cry
but my body must’ve decided
it’s not worth the water

and maybe it’s right
maybe i’m just a chapter
they skipped through
a placeholder
until they figured out what they really wanted

but god
why did what they wanted
have to be
each other?
A poem about quiet betrayal—the kind that doesn’t explode, just unfolds in silence. Inspired by the slow unraveling of trust between three people, and the realization that being left behind sometimes hurts more when it’s done gently.
Ian Starks Jun 13
Sometimes I doubt
If I truly loved them
As much as
I could have.

But I know I did—
These tears are proof.
Ian Starks Jun 21
The box said
‘1,000 pieces’
Yet the picture is complete.

I watch from the lid—
unfitted.

There was never room
for 1,001.
We watch from above.
They spread false prophets,
They say we are evil.
Even though their proof is not concrete.
Some worship us,
While others fear us.
Some say we don’t exist or aren't real.
While others call people stupid for not believing,
They spread stories about how we have interacted with them.
We try to stay mysterious,
The two sides clash and try to prove each other wrong.
Only if they knew the truth.
Who are we? What do we believe?
No one will know the truth.
Just something fun I thought about could be about aliens or could be about what ever you perceive it as
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