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Isabelle Emily Sep 2019
Ever sweet and ever loving-
The times were ever changing.
Malicious and fearsome-
The times were dense with resentment.
Tainted and taken;
Downward and mistaken.
Disillusions and inner turmoil-
Took control and destructed with mayhem.
The ever loving and sweet things were long forgotten,
And twisted and made rotten, through the illusions you’ve spoken.
The question remains, what have you to gain?
Perception has been warped and lies wired and reword with the intention to disarray.
The cloths of fabrication wrap perfectly along your body.
The deceit.
The resentment.
The lies;
The ill intentions-
have coveted the means for resonance and rehabilitation
In the sense of self preservation-
In the sense in which you lack and cannot maintain.
If you know then you know
The Awkward Bard Sep 2019
A truth told with charm
Gets better heard, than one yelled
Out often and loud.
The Awkward Bard Sep 2019
Silence, well placed, tells
Deeper truths than furious
Words uttered with zeal.
Ithaca Aug 2019
The more you share,
The more they care.
The louder you cry,
The greater they try.
The faster you run,
The quicker they follow.
And once you are done,
You’ll lose faith in tomorrow.
Hereshecomes Aug 2019
Murmurs on pillow
throbbing at temples
made of steel
by now.

Hear me out
I said
holding signs
visible to me
and to me
alone.

But silence
is a temptation I can’t resist
as the body trembles
at full throttle
to the beats of innocence

or is it
cognitive dissonance?
Bleakness, Lies
How would you know?
I could write whatever
But would you expect it to grow
Deep inside my heart,
And into my soul

Are all poems truthful,
Or as deceptive as the promise of snow
in England,
Is it occasionally true, or occasionally false?
Would anyone care if it was anything at all?

Perhaps any falsities in these creative mysteries
Are truths just hidden too deep to get to.
Sometimes the truth is bleak
And sometimes poems are made-up things with intentions to make you feel or think.
Zia Jun 2019
the journey to my truths
started with too many lies
that’s how I know
yesterday’s pain
and today’s sorrow
will be tomorrow’s joy
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