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"decieved" poems
Puppet Master You crept in like a mischievious thief. Intrigued, decieved and retrieved my son. Influencing and destroying his beautiful life. Diminished his hopes, his dreams and his self-esteem. Convincing him he had no future, No love, no value was to his life. Your wicked silk spun web of deadly lies, Mislead him to believe, That happiness and love cease to exist. This is your fuel, This your fire. Your one and only desire. You will not quit until they all expire. ****** black, H or tar, You are a seductive liar. Your needle point claws buried deep his arm, Dripping with your poisonous conceit. Now you are his puppet master. Dominating his mind, his thoughts and his words. Your malicious acts preformed through him, Make him look wild, insane and disturbed. Each day in your tight intense grip, My son dwindled and shriveled away. Becoming your molded and trained apprentice. Coached to perfection in your twisted ways. You are as bad as a ****** A murderer and even more. I hate you ****** You started a war. I will not let you win! Let go of my loved and cherished son. Let him live a full and beautiful life. I surrender to you myself. Volunteer my own life. Take me instead, Be my puppet master, Enslave me, And let my baby live. L. Mack 9/20/18
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
Puppet Master
We spoke like a light mist of rain quenching the thirst of these grounds and I reached out my hand and dragged him away from the blood hounds stripping away his ego along with his clothes which masked his vulnerability I teach one to let go he said I can't help this feeling through his tears and mental exhaustion with whispers of fear the darkness had consumed him and in a moment of clarity I spoke with honesty he had decieved himself everyone can help whatever feeling enraptures them feeling down and out is a product of your own resolution each thought we have can be chosen and the world around you has no power over the mind unless you allow it
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
Empowerment
A cloud fail to wake my eyes I've been dreaming of waterfalls Pouring the agony of my broken walls Screaming so loud In silence of my echoes Hardly to believe Better i was decieved Running up in down in my mind Like wounds that never turned to scars In pain i closed the doors In time i lost you In an emty heart of jar Pulling me in so i drown Not into the deep But in the darkness i lost the light Now i suffer in loathing Out of my blue crystal box Fragile and broken I can't seem to put it back together Before we were lovers Today we are fighters But now we are apart FOREVER
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Faded Love
Home is not the doorstep, not the porch, not the swing, it is not the ceiling and it is not a thing Home is seeing your sisters empowered, your parents at ease, your brothers relieved, your demons decieved Home is a genuine smile, it is the authentic tears Home is the magical word that can **** your fears Home is a feeling embedded with layers of love, acceptance and peace
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Home
"Artists...artists are like butterflies... They have delicate hearts But this society can't handle them..." My mother answered as I told her about Vincent van Gogh... The Starry Night painter was once said to be happy in London ... With a rainbow heart and sky mind He drenched the canvas with his emotions People unaware of this legend put him in an asylum... 'cause the decieved Vincent cut his ear lobe! But he painted...as paints and brushes were still there...just like his brother. He was 37... when voices were all over his mind It was not easy to stop them... So he picked up the gun... And the bullet went straight to that golden heart I wonder how many colors died that day....?
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 4:28 AM UTC
Colors lost their life that day...
If so how much? Would you die for me? Would you put down the drugs? Would you answer my questions? Would you answer them truthfully? Do you love me? I dont know why I ask You cant hear me Your dead to me You died when you walked away Leaving me in soiled diapers Hungry and crying How else am I suppose to feel? Why did you do it? Was it easy? When were you goiong to comeback? Do you love me? Or are you just bullshiting me? Whats the point of this? Always feeling ander and hate Pain is the reasons for them Because Im still that lost kid Still looking for his mother But she's passed out on the couch Did you try to quit? Did you really want me? Was I even important? Do you know anything about me? What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all? Your nothing to me now Just the woman who gave me life I dont have to love you Or waste my time with you You dont know me And I dont care to learn anymore about you Do you love me? Did you ever? Is my father my real father? Did you decieve him as well? What did I ever do to you? Is my life worth living as your son? You lied to me You decieved my siblings You tainted my world And ruined my heart Im sick of you So for once tell me the truth No more questions Because I know you wont answer them Your pathetic you know that You dont love and never did So why bother Thinking about you everyday?
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
Do You Love Me?
How can a man awaken a womens love Then walk away leaving her chained to what was How does a man make a covenant of love Then run away and hide Leaving emotional wreckage at the scene of the crime Not owning up to the responsibilities Just wanting the pleasure, and no more if you please Why can't a man be more circumspect of a womens needs I am afraid and suspect that he has himself decieved It's the sociological garbage that he's been fed and believes A real man must be changed inside As the Savior (showed man) how He rears His Bride Keeping a watchful eye from the sky To look after her every need To her heavy sighs give heed On the cross He did bleed.................for her
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
Why Aren't Men, Men?
Packed away fr fr from a speeding bullet a night time bmx ride to the beach and back again and again she's in here too far too fearless for you to survive this warmth i'm not souless, just a girl in love i made me own way here there is no taxi cab awaiting my drunken ramblin i am good in bed i am happy for you i fell apart a long time ago, ago, ago i hear YOU scream i am not that person long ago you all fell in love with me and it really it was not me i decieved you with the cut of my jib with the line of my skin deep beauty within ha hahaha hahahaaaaaa i will have you i won't want you i won't want you you drunk too much you take far too much speed to be a queen la la laaaa la alaaaa you don't know this but it was not me whisper me sweet nothings i've been hurt before, **** it, they are nothing compared to you my bittersweet tears were cried when i left you there i left myself in your bed and i knew you would hear me and dream of me calling your name i am a pill you hate to swallow some nidnight **** you begged and borrowed to be happy.... are you such a thing? no methinks not and you know i know this and i am in love with you so deep, so hard i have fallen 2 hours was all it took 2 months was all it took my world exploded in your hands you couldn;t handle me you could not handle this.... i am a cyclone of astute proportions too much for your shallow heart to bear and yet i am here too much far gone i am her shadow the beat of her drum the second glance of her dance moves she looks at me... and i can not look away i knew before i met her i knew when she got in the car i knew before i met her and **** me.... thats all i have to say
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Is all gone...
Packed away fr fr from a speeding bullet a night time bmx ride to the beach and back again and again she's in here too far too fearless for you to survive this warmth i'm not souless, just a girl in love i made me own way here there is no taxi cab awaiting my drunken ramblin i am good in bed i am happy for you i fell apart a long time ago, ago, ago i hear YOU scream i am not that person long ago you all fell in love with me and it really it was not me i decieved you with the cut of my jib with the line of my skin deep beauty within ha hahaha hahahaaaaaa i will have you i won't want you i won't want you you drunk too much you take far too much speed to be a queen la la laaaa la alaaaa you don't know this but it was not me whisper me sweet nothings i've been hurt before, **** it, they are nothing compared to you my bittersweet tears were cried when i left you there i left myself in your bed and i knew you would hear me and dream of me calling your name i am a pill you hate to swallow some nidnight **** you begged and borrowed to be happy.... are you such a thing? no methinks not and you know i know this and i am in love with you so deep, so hard i have fallen 2 hours was all it took 2 months was all it took my world exploded in your hands you couldn;t handle me you could not handle this.... i am a cyclone of astute proportions too much for your shallow heart to bear and yet i am here too much far gone i am her shadow the beat of her drum the second glance of her dance moves she looks at me... and i can not look away i knew before i met her i knew when she got in the car i knew before i met her and **** me.... thats all i have to say
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Well, if my attention is all I own, and may self generate, in return for earning, learning or reacting to mazing devices for finding why I choose if my will is surrendered to chemistry, where is the code hat keeps time n chnce missing random keys in random lines? WHY must I never forget how to ride a bike? How can I ever forget U, U' facing front from the first learned cross, any color works, Mondriaan sub-'tility be not decieved of the more than 43 quintillion ways to scramble a Rubik's cube, of all those, there is only your definition for the right state to prove, if you wish there is a perfect mix, equally tricky, beguiling, in fact, to watch a seven-year old on Adderall do this.
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
ADHD, eh... the dia-gnostic snot, sniffs
you always said you were a trickster, i guess i should have known better, continually pushing the boundaries even if it was in spite of your own, paradoxical, hypocritical, with you, if i think i won then i really lost, for succumbing to your games if i think i lost i really won, for not falling into your trap my hermes, i saw you deeper than you even know. the illness that plagues you, how you decieved yourself you always said you were a trickster, i guess i should have known better
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
hermes
Like shoting bullets you throw your words at me, with that little heart i have, you knew they will penetrate in my heart and leave me bleeding. With that anger and pain covered with your gentle words, i know that you are hurt. With the smile on your face from ear to ear, i know you broken. "No turning" thats the story, "No forgiveness" thats the song, "No love" thats your stress relief, yesterday is gone, tomorrow is here to stay, but surely that song in you mind will once be erased. Like shoting bullets, runs down those tears, like shoting bullets, your words decieved me. Fell into the traps of your words, but like a swift bullet, i learnt to drift away quickly.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Like shoting bullets
But let's forget About those meaningless worries And jump into a river We could go skinny dipping As the sun melts off the side of the earth Forget regret And hold my hand, I know its cold Ill calm your shivers And warm your lips As the trees turn to intricate silhouettes Just pretend we're wild & free; like they say we should be We'll poison our little livers With laughter and loss of cares As we become more forgetful about tomorrow Or the next Day. Tonight, just me and you will Drift, together, downriver As glass bottles float around us, enclose us Neglect the Natural enquiries of how late it is Or that it's getting darker As we drown in eachothers presence I recommend You let yourself be decieved And flow downstream. We slither Softly bumping limbs underwater "accidentally" Don't defend Yourself. I know we aren't in love But could we act it? I'll deliver you kisses as we sink Deeper into The depths of a pretended plot Of an olden day flim, where the girl gives her Spontanious side a chance; And the boy plays his part.
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 6:09 AM UTC
as we sink.
Take off your mask and let me see your face this isn't a ******* masquerade I'm tired of these twisted games sick of all these crimson stains I never even chose to play so why am I stuck here still debating whether or not to stay I cared about you let you see peices of my mind I never hid so why do you continue to hide keep me blind to the true curves of your face constantly behind your mask of fine human skin it seems you grew from within And I get it how else could you cope with all these people walking around that grasp around your throat causing you to choke their makeshift ropes that tear apart your soul I get it But your mask is meant for those not me from the beginning all I ever wanted was to see and to be seen but blindly I ran down a one way road because the person I thought I had come to know now has a grip around MY throat decieved into believeing I could see the parts of you no one else did but you wore your mask around like your own skin and now the walls of your deception are caving in and im suffocating because if i breath in this air I am afraid I'll be like you untrue to all i am and wish to be this isn't a ******* masquerade I let you see into me and now your gracefully dancing as if there were music playing but the truth is you only really played me. Why couldn't you see I was human too like the person you keep hidden beneath the lies behind the vibrant eyes of a mask that hides the secrets of your face who are you? because your not the person I knew the person I thought I knew so well
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
This Isn't A ******* Masquerade
Take off your mask and let me see your face this isn't a ******* masquerade I'm tired of these twisted games sick of all these crimson stains I never even chose to play so why am I stuck here still debating whether or not to stay I cared about you let you see peices of my mind I never hid so why do you continue to hide keep me blind to the true curves of your face constantly behind your mask of fine human skin it seems you grew from within And I get it how else could you cope with all these people walking around that grasp around your throat causing you to choke their makeshift ropes that tear apart your soul I get it But your mask is meant for those not me from the beginning all I ever wanted was to see and to be seen but blindly I ran down a one way road because the person I thought I had come to know now has a grip around MY throat decieved into believeing I could see the parts of you no one else did but you wore your mask around like your own skin and now the walls of your deception are caving in and im suffocating because if i breath in this air I am afraid I'll be like you untrue to all i am and wish to be this isn't a ******* masquerade I let you see into me and now your gracefully dancing as if there were music playing but the truth is you only really played me. Why couldn't you see I was human too like the person you keep hidden beneath the lies behind the vibrant eyes of a mask that hides the secrets of your face who are you? because your not the person I knew the person I thought I knew so well
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It still may be the creeper yet You just can't tell and that's just as well Cause if you knew you'd lose that bet Just might be the creeper I said it just might be the creeper It just might be the creeper, slow in coming, soft and humming Hitting ceilings, hurtin' feelings, feeling like you sold your soul to a Brilliant confusion in an infinite illusion that goes on and on and on and on and on Yes, my race-baiting people, the creeper this might be When that creeper finds you he will open up your soul He will show you where your third eye used to be and give you his own Yeah that's a mighty fine creeper, Yeah that's a mighty fine creeper Ya don't even know you're so high Yeah, ya don't know cuz you're high Well, baby, is it creeper yet? Has it made you doubt you mind? Were you running round in circles till it Snuck up from behind you did it Make a sound as if lifted from the ground It finds it's way straight into the heart of everything you believe Convinces you, you've been decieved But don't be afraid of the creeper, darling He ain't selling you nothing you don't want Ya shake the hand of the devil Ya say it's all on the level So by God it's all on the level In your mind But you walked away and left it behind It's been gone so ******* long We all know she ain't ever coming home I get lazy sometimes In my body and my mind I know I ain't the only Complicated schizophrenic in the world And I ain't the only one who Loves me some creeper Yes I loves me some creeper I'm down with the creeper Hope he's Down with me The hissing fan on my aging laptop Sounds like a woman being tortured With varying degrees of severity It's beginning to sound like music to me Baby, tonight would be a good night For you to surprise me I ain't been surprised in so long This is the creeper speaking Y'all have a good night, ya hear?
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
(The) Creeper
It still may be the creeper yet You just can't tell and that's just as well Cause if you knew you'd lose that bet Just might be the creeper I said it just might be the creeper It just might be the creeper, slow in coming, soft and humming Hitting ceilings, hurtin' feelings, feeling like you sold your soul to a Brilliant confusion in an infinite illusion that goes on and on and on and on and on Yes, my race-baiting people, the creeper this might be When that creeper finds you he will open up your soul He will show you where your third eye used to be and give you his own Yeah that's a mighty fine creeper, Yeah that's a mighty fine creeper Ya don't even know you're so high Yeah, ya don't know cuz you're high Well, baby, is it creeper yet? Has it made you doubt you mind? Were you running round in circles till it Snuck up from behind you did it Make a sound as if lifted from the ground It finds it's way straight into the heart of everything you believe Convinces you, you've been decieved But don't be afraid of the creeper, darling He ain't selling you nothing you don't want Ya shake the hand of the devil Ya say it's all on the level So by God it's all on the level In your mind But you walked away and left it behind It's been gone so ******* long We all know she ain't ever coming home I get lazy sometimes In my body and my mind I know I ain't the only Complicated schizophrenic in the world And I ain't the only one who Loves me some creeper Yes I loves me some creeper I'm down with the creeper Hope he's Down with me The hissing fan on my aging laptop Sounds like a woman being tortured With varying degrees of severity It's beginning to sound like music to me Baby, tonight would be a good night For you to surprise me I ain't been surprised in so long This is the creeper speaking Y'all have a good night, ya hear?
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*He lets go of her hand, his hungry eyes - wanting to trap her image in them forever - look at her desperately, wanting her to read them. The silence between them, pregnant with unspoken words, becomes too dense for him to breathe. His mind goes numb. He tears his eyes away from her and turns to walk away... ...the wind lashes against his face, as the coldness of their parting bites into his heart.         ------ She felt the warmth leave her hand as he drew his, away from her ; her tears held back in quiet dignity. The detached smile decieved words wanting to touch her lips. She looked away from him lest, her eyes gave her away. Bearing a resigned look, watching him walk away, her eyes silently call out...*
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Parting of ways...
Bearing the stench of my decaying self as a prisoner beneath the walls of death I crave for the mercy utterly denied I crave for liberty I truly desire As the sharpened roots of the devil's sword, the deathbed to the cloud painted white by the holy messages from sanctity's skies pierce through my mind and stabs to death my memories which shed an ocean of blood which craves for the mercy utterly denied I crave for liberty I truly desire As scavengers devour the final bits of my filthy carcass to bloodless ruins as a helpless soul within this skinless corpse I crave for the mercy utterly denied I crave for liberty I truly desire. Against the deafness of my putrefying ears I Heard the whispers of your triumphant sword to the beheaded warrior of the empire of dusk but even as your touch lit up this earth your iniquitous ignorance to my deafening plea muted my cravings for the mercy siezed muted my cravings for the liberty decieved Destined to die a repugnant death as I welcomed the scroungers to my final breath I silently yearn O divine one to be enslaved no more and betrayed by none I silently yearn O divine one to be bloomed as dawn not ever as sun
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
Cry From The Grave
I trusted you with my life, you knew every aspect of it I trusted you with the crossed lines on my thighs that are as open as I was to you All I asked was my secret to be kept safe but I suppose that's another promise you couldn't keep Give me back my secrets they are not yours to keep, maybe they could have been, had    i not been decieved
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
promises
I know what it is to be deceived. I know what it is to say blindly and devotedly that which ought to be said. I know what it is to deal with those who open their mouths and say all that is dishonest, disingenuous. Predictably so, leaving you wondering exactly why any of us bother with any of it at all. Leaving you wonder whether our persona is what are we are told to be, rather than who we are. Surrounding me, enveloping me, suffocating me are the actors, trampling on this world they use, unashamedly, as their stage. How lifeless they are. How robotically, disingenuous they are. Yet, how enthusiastic they are in the delivery of their well-learnt script! Those words that come pouring out, stolen from a script they've been given, those words light as air, float above us all, without weight. Meaningless Yet, with such energy and enthusiasm they deliver these words. They are either uncaring or unaware that they trample all that matters in the process. On all that makes life not a repetitious slog of playing a game. No. They do not understand the destructive activity they are partaking in with such fervor. As, the ritual ends, and the curtains close, how hungrily they grovel for appraisal, every last drop of it. Lifeless, without a soul they are, yet artful in the game of deception, they have learnt to be. Able to appear filled with energy and glee, leaving it unbeknownst to anyone that when looked inside of mechanisms and cold metal is all that will be discovered.
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
I Know What It Is To Be Decieved
I know what it is to be deceived. I know what it is to say blindly and devotedly that which ought to be said. I know what it is to deal with those who open their mouths and say all that is dishonest, disingenuous. Predictably so, leaving you wondering exactly why any of us bother with any of it at all. Leaving you wonder whether our persona is what are we are told to be, rather than who we are. Surrounding me, enveloping me, suffocating me are the actors, trampling on this world they use, unashamedly, as their stage. How lifeless they are. How robotically, disingenuous they are. Yet, how enthusiastic they are in the delivery of their well-learnt script! Those words that come pouring out, stolen from a script they've been given, those words light as air, float above us all, without weight. Meaningless Yet, with such energy and enthusiasm they deliver these words. They are either uncaring or unaware that they trample all that matters in the process. On all that makes life not a repetitious slog of playing a game. No. They do not understand the destructive activity they are partaking in with such fervor. As, the ritual ends, and the curtains close, how hungrily they grovel for appraisal, every last drop of it. Lifeless, without a soul they are, yet artful in the game of deception, they have learnt to be. Able to appear filled with energy and glee, leaving it unbeknownst to anyone that when looked inside of mechanisms and cold metal is all that will be discovered.
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where were all those dreams we had so many years ago seasons change as does everything left inside we grow slide on next to me I'm just a human being I just need someone to ecko in my unknown future seeing You say it's untrue the fact not theory he died for you as unprepared you are for a disaster or suprise so you are just as you will be when time comes to trim your lamp in that moment all eyes will be open and truth uncovered Then comes the stamp in your forehead and hand From darkness driven to end what has been given without blemish or spot they denied him now they sit in the inferno and rot Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die little do they know the soul remains aglow the spirit prevailing one way the spirit prevailing another Now is the time to understand and thrive He is the purpose for all we feel that is good never doubting the raw and absolute untainted truth always being diligent to tell and remain It is in deep sadness I will say all will not make it that fatefull day demons devour lives turn sour what appeared bliss before now turned to vile so greatly impure ' we all our entitled to be what we may" Now weaping and gnashing of teeth satan and demons surround as a wreath in deception and slay they now know they turned away from somthing that could have saved them Don't ever deny the end will arrive maybe tomorrow so put away your sorrow allow your heart to ripen let your savior in you know it's true from every being within I am writing to warn not discourage never lose hope for we all fall short, have courage don't be decieved study to show yourself approved overcome and conquer we can win this I have my armour do you? Saint Ruth~ Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-end-3/#ixzz18XCrz7Vv
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Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
The End
where were all those dreams we had so many years ago seasons change as does everything left inside we grow slide on next to me I'm just a human being I just need someone to ecko in my unknown future seeing You say it's untrue the fact not theory he died for you as unprepared you are for a disaster or suprise so you are just as you will be when time comes to trim your lamp in that moment all eyes will be open and truth uncovered Then comes the stamp in your forehead and hand From darkness driven to end what has been given without blemish or spot they denied him now they sit in the inferno and rot Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die little do they know the soul remains aglow the spirit prevailing one way the spirit prevailing another Now is the time to understand and thrive He is the purpose for all we feel that is good never doubting the raw and absolute untainted truth always being diligent to tell and remain It is in deep sadness I will say all will not make it that fatefull day demons devour lives turn sour what appeared bliss before now turned to vile so greatly impure ' we all our entitled to be what we may" Now weaping and gnashing of teeth satan and demons surround as a wreath in deception and slay they now know they turned away from somthing that could have saved them Don't ever deny the end will arrive maybe tomorrow so put away your sorrow allow your heart to ripen let your savior in you know it's true from every being within I am writing to warn not discourage never lose hope for we all fall short, have courage don't be decieved study to show yourself approved overcome and conquer we can win this I have my armour do you? Saint Ruth~ Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-end-3/#ixzz18XCrz7Vv
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I love you... Im not just saying it so it can be spoken but im saying it to be heard dont misinterpret my feelings cuz i mean what i said and i said that i love you. Give me a minute to explain my feelings for you cuz you are worth it. Babygirl Just give me one chance to make this whole love thing be an experiance that you been longing for, thats worth it, that you been searching for. ughhh i know your ex wasnt the best they hurt and misused you, how could someone make u feel so low that u become use to it? Hurt and decieved lied and mistreated are feelings u felt when they walked up and just cheated or walked up and just left you standing there all alone not knowing what to do, not knowing what to feel, not knowing who to trust, just leaving u there with the feeling of hurt. If words ment something I would tell u that i love you and that i will give you the happiness that u deserve gaining your trust not making you feel all alone in the cold not knowing where else to go cuz like i said your ex wasnt the best and im not saying im perfect cuz i will make mistakes too but i promise I will never give up on you baby just know that i got you
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
I Love You
Hush!, he approaches,Rush!, here his coach is,Try to tame the loud thumps your frightened heart makes,Stop!, or he'll see you,Chop!, that's what he'll do,Dismemberment of you, and just a moment it takes. Come! let me show you,Run! this you must do,Evading the sharp strike from his long and shiny knife,Look!, keep your eyes peeled,Shook!, that's how you'll feel,If he ensnares you, he will bleed away at your life. Oops!, i've decieved you,Nice!, how i played you,Enticing you right into my masters eerie lair,Now!, you grow weaker,Vow!, i must seek her,I must satisfy his lust for more maidens so fair...
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 5:17 AM UTC
Deathly Deciet
I know what it is to say blindly and devotedly that which ought to be said. I know what it is to deal with those who open their mouths and say all that is dishonest, disingenuous. Predictably so, leaving you wondering exactly why any of us bother with any of it at all. Leaving you wonder whether our persona is what are we are told to be, rather than who we are. Surrounding me, enveloping me, suffocating me are the actors, trampling on this world they use, unashamedly, as their stage. How lifeless they are. How robotically, disingenuous they are. Yet, how enthusiastic they are in the delivery of their well-learnt script! Those words that come pouring out, stolen from a script they've been given, those words light as air, float above us all, without weight. Meaningless Yet, with such energy and enthusiasm they deliver these words. They are either uncaring or unaware that they trample all that matters in the process. On all that makes life not a repetitious slog of playing a game. No. They do not understand the destructive activity they are partaking in with such fervor. As, the ritual ends, and the curtains close, how hungrily they grovel for appraisal, every last drop of it. Lifeless, without a soul they are, yet artful in the game of deception, they have learnt to be. Able to appear filled with energy and glee, leaving it unbeknownst to anyone that when looked inside of mechanisms and cold metal is all that will be discovered.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
I Know What It Is To Be Decieved
the sentient glow of us all here together! the midnight dreams dancing in the dawn! the moving unto and into and on! WE ARE NOT DECIEVED WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT A LIAR IS the fragrances that linger when we pass eachother...each on his special mission or journey the gentle reminders of the sacred past of which we are the fruit and the seed the understand of how frail we may be as a fragile human being WE ARE NOT DECIEVED WE KNOW WHAT A LIAR IS the lovers are here now be at peace the midnight dreams are dancing in the dawn
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Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
good day
An iron fist is dealt the middle east, Her children are torn by the beast, While nobles sit and feast; Disaster has hit her really hard, The outcome is very sad, Nobles continue to deal the card; The game is hard to understand, You can't tell where her children stands, If they are deserving of a tough hand; Some say it is karma, And once they slaughtered others, But do they deserve this dharma; Ashes and smoke of burning flesh fills the air, Whatever their fault may be - this isnt fair, Oh how she wishes the world will truely care; Brace yourselves oh children of the east, Within your walls are also ravenous beasts, Who by your anguish have made accounts from which to feast; So let me show you where you ought to begin, Your politicians are the beasts within, Undo with them and you'll begin to win; Do not be decieved by their sad countenance on tv, They do all that so that you wouldn't see, Because when you see then you will be set free. I might not be completely wrong or right, But no one goes into anothers house and win a fight, They must be let in before they can smite. And external powers fueling this fight, Remove your hands and do what's right Aid the east into the peaceful light.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
DESERT WOES
We greet life with idle sighs, Slowly satisfied by sightful eyes. Glancing at wrists handcuffed to time. Bound to age rusting, cast iron cage Displayed by fine wrought bars of rage. Captivited by captivity, Tied to lies scrawled bold on fading page. Decieved by beliefs and words that saved. Yet don't dismay. Pay no toll for the hole You carve within your soul. That debt is paid in full, Through sweat and toil Blood set ripe to boil, Shed countless lives ago.
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Idle Sighs