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Honesty the lost art/
  Honesty is rare
it should cost a lot/
  It would be sublime if
We could find it/
  Honestly, honesty is the best policy/
We should treasure the
thought cherished engulfed/
  combined with
Loyalty
  till death do us part/
I yurn
The lies tiring
  like ones sleepy
lay down Suffocating to a corpse/
  Thought is boss
employ by it
  We're all guilty I guess/
Liar liar in court
  A sentient being-ness/
Troth be told
  I can't believe in this/
Question,
  Am I the only one seeing this?/
Or only me blind and ain't            Seeing ****/
  I try and **** it out
its epidemic, Chronic/
The remedy Poetry Hop
   Visual Sonnets/
**** ***** in
  My correspondence/
Articulating articles
  Waiting for responses/
Is it a defense mechanism
  Of the conscious/
Honesty? Honestly/
  Seems like everyone's
Not doing it so its gotta BE/
  Non honesty
The ever lasting Prophecy/
  And were full filling it
The good succumbs
  To the villainous/
My willingness/
  To compromise my will
I guess/
  You could interpret as weak/
Most realize
the Inside scoop
  Yet everyone tells lies
non interested in truth/
  Me, a victim and a suspect
An on going cycle yet/
  I ask what's next/
as if I didn't know
   Where the L lies underlying Facts can't grow/
  HonestLy, we all lose an L to Honesty!
Axl Rose Mar 2016
We juggle the words and let them stumble
Only to miss out the truth
The worst thing I fear the most
Is how much we misuse our words
When Yes means No,
None means Full,
And Him means You
_
JB Jul 2018
I never asked for this, you know,
I just let it happen.

A whole,
altogether,
totally different, thing, than,
you know,
-asking for it-



a whole other story.


I didn’t
mean for it
to get this far
I only
allowed it to happen——
I only
held my arms

split open from
the rotten heat
of

March:
**** Month of
Guttural Resurfacings

still the furnace on
,cranking, nauseating,

iron, leaden, air,
bulging, gray,
in the room we shared,

I only sometimes
(said no)
when you didn’t listen

...


((I never put my heart to fighting it))
(((I was complicit)))
Storm Albertyn Sep 2017
"Honestly if you dont care
You could just say it
Or you'll keep being haunted,
But if you keep it inside
Forces will collide
Cause we both know that this is
important

Your unsteady hands
And awkward glances
Seriously wont last forever,
We should sit this down;
Put our issues to the ground
Cause its better now than never

I know how you feel
I understand your pain
But there's no need to push it farther,
The dice has been rolled,
The game has begun
We'll end it one way or another

You think you're not worth it
And the world wouldn't mind
If it lost another angel
To the other side

If your time has not come
And your star has not shone
There's a reason you have not yet won
For the choices you make
Have already been placed
For success is a job well done"
I am sad Π^Π
Andrew Kerklaan Feb 2018
And what were you expecting me to say after all that??



"They all lived happily ever after?"


...



What's that?

There's still a chance you say?

Okay let me try again...


...



"And then every one died."



The End






...How's that?
*******
julia rose Aug 2016
I join the game,
I act so lame

but,
really I'm a troll
and the tides take a toll

I spout up dank memes
until the non-memers scream

and when pepe comes about,
take the meme-haters out

"stop, stop, noob!" they say
while eating Doritos and singing away

your 360 no scope can't **** me,
cause honestly, your 'friend' is my secret trustee

so bombard all you want

fill me with hate

the memers will meme on

until it gets...


late.

        








goodnight.
i'm sorry, i can't delete this. it hurts. it's so dumb bUT THE MEMORIES JSNA D
Samuel Hoffmann Mar 2018
From my perspective the world is flat
because I've never been to space,
and love seems like a ****** idea
having only ever kissed my mom's face.

A college degree just seems wasteful,
but I don’t have one yet.
And coffee seems so distasteful,
but that's true, don't fret.

My world doesn't have unicorns
or cotton candy clouds.
Extremely fantasized love movies
plague young teenage crowds.

I know I might seem all together,
please trust me when I say thats not true.
I take a shower, brush my teeth,
And go to bed broken and blue.

I know I might seem stoic,
and yes, most times, that's true.
But honestly, I do love many things,
one of which is you.
Cautiously, we're tied together, but that doesn't mean I'll be scared forever. With blotted thoughts you smeared my logic, blurred my memories and mixed them toxic. And honestly, I'm dying out, you smothered me with my own doubt. And as I drown, remember me, for all the things I couldn't be. Copycat, I'm losing here, and all you've done is uncover fear, you made me evil; illogical, and now I know you don't care at all. Do you make the desperate cries, logical to my demise? Involuntary refracts this soul, can you place back what you stole
from me?
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All feedback is welcome and appreciated!!
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2018
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The Instigation:
Edmund  Black, commenting on “weary weighted,”

I agree with Kim; This is poetry at its best :)“

<•>

both of you shush!

there is no “better” in poetry

mine yours theirs, alive or not,

just gasps tears and blood
whimsical smiles and isles
cuts and burns of pained revelations,
hidden in fog,
that words try to delete away,
through the shrouded mists of
human tissues,
unconstrained by the
bounded shape
of the human cell,
our first, our own
self-imposed jail

tissue, too,
baby soft, or,
purple beating majestic bruised blotches
by those weaklings whose
kindness never
fully developed;  
or old man mine whose
skin cells erodes, so poems and light
weary weighted, lightly flake off
for your “betterment”
mostly tho for worse

good humans all await,
in patientce lightly hidden,
residents of dark sunspots
in the glaring existence exposer
of the unlit lighthouse whose time will come

they get it

how we get there unimportant

get there

GET THERE

get there
that is the poetic
mission critical

no path best or style preferred-
no compare just, but,
any path that
lifts and elevates,
to the commonplace


the common place

where all costarred, universal,
where common is the temple mount
of highest praise, holy smoke rising,

a place that
that discloses and closes,
is scribed/described honestly as
a connective,
which is the simplest
successive

call my poems,
blessedly common!

that an honorable,
so gladly accepted
and
so much more meaning-full
than merely best or better



for that,
I’d gladly weep,
for no praise
ever been
bettered





8/2/18 406pm
on the jitney to my isle
the instigation: Edmund black › “weary weighted, I agree with Kim .... This is poetry at its best :)“
Katey Aug 2018
Does anyone know what it really is to be alone
Surrounded by people yet
Totally.
Completely.
Alone.
Those of us who are alone wait in the Dark for someone to pay attention and care
Even when we don't, we want someone to care if we fade away like clouds in the open sky
No one wants to be alone
Even when they ask you to leave them be
They don't want to be alone, least of all me
Faith Nov 2018
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You made me feel worthless
But I'll be the bigger person
And say I don't want you to be too
You keep saying everything's fine,
But honestly, I don't believe you.

I've been betrayed over and over again,
And set aside by those whom I thought friends.
I've been judged for being me;
and for wanting company.
I've changed my ways and habits to be to their likeness. They, in turn, spit in my face.

I've been forgotten by those whom I thought of as equals, as true friends, maybe even family.
And yet I'm here thinking about those who have wronged me, asking myself what I did to deserve this.

I've been declared guilty, guilty by association. Bound to be forgotten and never spoken to.

And all of this because I was innocently honest about one tiny thing,
That turned out to be massive in the eyes of mummy's boy.
I love you.
I could write forever.
Would I tire?
Oh never.
But I can never tell you again.
Most eyes will not understand.
That you have died in my arms.
I killed you, staving you from harm.
I needed you more than you needed I,
The nights you bleed I swear I cry.
Sitting at the razors edge,
Where we met, hugging the ledge.
We can jump, fly, live or die.
Or fall in love,
In my mind...
-Luca Ivaldi
ryn Feb 2015
People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the **** truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human
...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...
writerReader Apr 2015
we did all
we could and
that's all
you can do, honestly
Right?
Face after face after face,
they stare out at me.
I look into eyes
full of hope and pain,
fear and courage,
longing and loneliness,

and the faces,
the voices,
the yearning
are all my own.

How are we to find
the one who is looking
for us,
with that unique blend
of terror and anticipation
that makes us
their "perfect match?"

We each want to
change our subscription
to the romance channel.
No more docu-dramas,
please!

So much history,
so many angry
silent nights
The full moon mocking,
cold and distant.

Please care.
Talk to me.
Hold my hand--
Dance with me!
Be fun!
Make me laugh--
Don't hurt me.
Please,
don't hurt me!

We smile bravely for the camera,
affecting a nonchalance
that is gone forever,
and we show our friends that
we have recovered--
the surgery was completely successful!
See?

The scar is barely visible,
true.
But tell me honestly,
can you really feel life Now,
through the scar tissue of
Then?
Written 2005
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson.
Ben Mar 23
You say that comparing you
To the stars would be an insult.
To them.

Frankly, I don’t care for their:
Cold,
Distant,
Light.

You are my light, that comforts
Me in the darkness.
Your arms are a:
Warm,
Gentle,
Home, for my heart.

Calming the tempest in my mind.
Written 11/03/19, for her
Tiffany Apr 2014
You
Sometimes I love you so much it scares me
And other times my hate for you knows no end
But when the day draws to a close
I know I can always call you friend

There are few people in this world
Who are blessed with such a gift
To know there’s just one person out there
Who honestly gives a ****

And for me that person is you
And I appreciate it more than you know
Because without you I’d be lost
And would never have the strength to go
Lizzy Aug 2014
I'm terrified you'll find someone else
Even hook up with someone else
Honestly even to kiss someone else
To touch someone else

Because you are my only
The only one my skin
My lips
And my body thirst for

And I really hope
I'm your only too
harlee kae Aug 2014
i'm sorry i cried
the first time
you  called me
beautiful.
it's just,
everyone that's called
me that
leaves.
honestly,
i dont give a ****
if you think
i'm beautiful.
all i'm asking
is that you
stay.
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