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Zywa Feb 21
A golden story

is not forged of sparkling truth --


It shines with deceit.
Novel "The Golden House" (2017, Salman Rushdie), chapters (1-) 6 and (2-) 23

Collection "Low gear [2]"
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Nov 2019
Know truth by untruth.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He has just finished writing his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Go on;
swallow yourself whole.
force each tasty piece of *******,
each lie you tell yourself.
Open wide and fit all in.
Gorge on;
your manufactured nuance,
shout the praise of your “brand.”
don't let the real you out;
crush it in your hand.
I try;
with my little lie,
to make
a subtle adjustment
to reality.
A slight hue
of the untrue.
Coloured just
to suit me.

It's only one
little fraction
of the larger whole.
Surely that's worth
the loss of a little soul?
AM Feb 2016
this morning I woke up to déjà vu
—I was here before and I knew you
you’re that guy who twists the truth
who secretly falls for me like I do
oh I just love how you’re always too close
yet too far away to make me had enough of
wait, did I just say that I’m in love with you?
this is bad and will hurt as **** but I know I do
but you will deny me, that’s so typical of you
since you’re the sly fox
and I’m just a girl who’s addicted to untruth
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2015
.
*Her eyes faking yes, yet—
Her hands so far away, surmise,
That was the day I truly died—
Knowing a cipher compromised.
Anshuman sharma Mar 2015
Life is for living, they say.
But,
Pivoted around ego recognition endless ways.
We,
Churn out to be everyone but oneself

In denial untruth
We find a playmate
"Immersed in pretense"
Our loved game,we play.
"Relish" we say in unison,
"A rule"of the game.
Fooled into believing
There is no such thing as "Doomsday"
We must live and not be lived.
We,at every moment are surrounded by the lower forces of nature- ego,falsehood without being aware.
We let it govern us and hence are nothing but slaves.
Chloe Sep 2014
Lie to me, my darling,
Protect my fragile heart,
From a world so confusing,
From weapons laced with truths.

Lie to me, my love,
Comfort my hungry heart,
Let honey-infused venom,
Run freely from your lips.
Veera Singh Jul 2014
Let the countless petals on the sheets, be the count of our Lies,
Black or white, today we bleed red.
Here is where we talked of us,
Here in the red bed.

— The End —