"tattletale" poems - Hello Poetry

"One lie weakens a thousand truths." "Karma finishes what revenge neglects." "Time heals, steals and reveals." "The future is uncertain, but we play a part in its design." "Help when you can. Pray when you can't." "If your life is out of focus, it's time to change the lens." "Instincts over impulse, always." "The only thing better than a second chance is never needing one." "Fear is a light sleeper." "The devil is always looking for a dance partner." "You can't change the past, but it can change you." "Some are born with a silver spoon, others with a pitchfork." "Even the smallest of pebbles has its place in the sand." "Every tear has a name." "Write your failures in pencil; your triumphs in ink." "Hope is always listening." "The best companion is your imagination." "Two things you should always trust: your gut and your God." "Scars speak every language." "Only I think like me." "We're remembered for three things: the times we did good, the times we did bad and the times we did nothing." "Every underdog wants to be top cat." "Love never travels alone." "Hindsight teaches when the test is over." "Dreams reveal what memories conceal." "The problem with the world is the wolves outnumber the sheep." "You can't spell tragedy without rage." "Intuition is your strongest ally." "Focus on the valley and the hills will disappear." "Never trust an idle thought." "A wounded animal always shows its teeth." "When you ignore pain, it ignores you." "The past and future are distant cousins." "We're all buried treasures waiting to be found." "Moonlight is for lovers and devils." "Temptation always invites itself to the party." "Everyone's story has a secret." "Scents and songs are nostalgic reminders." "Time is a tattletale." "There's a special place in heaven for those who suffer on earth." "Life is a dir†y fighter." "Sometimes all that's left is a penny and a wish." "The mirror mimics what the mind imagines." "Tomorrow is a wild card." "My favorite exercise is sleepwalking." "What the blind man sees, the sighted man seeks." "The ego is a phony friend." "Luck will take you as far as fate allows." "Two things that never forget: elephants and broken hearts." "My train of thought has no conductor."

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC

peter-joe-dipilato

Quotes

"One lie weakens a thousand truths." "Karma finishes what revenge neglects." "Time heals, steals and reveals." "The future is uncertain, but we play a part in its design." "Help when you can. Pray when you can't." "If your life is out of focus, it's time to change the lens." "Instincts over impulse, always." "The only thing better than a second chance is never needing one." "Fear is a light sleeper." "The devil is always looking for a dance partner." "You can't change the past, but it can change you." "Some are born with a silver spoon, others with a pitchfork." "Even the smallest of pebbles has its place in the sand." "Every tear has a name." "Write your failures in pencil; your triumphs in ink." "Hope is always listening." "The best companion is your imagination." "Two things you should always trust: your gut and your God." "Scars speak every language." "Only I think like me." "We're remembered for three things: the times we did good, the times we did bad and the times we did nothing." "Every underdog wants to be top cat." "Love never travels alone." "Hindsight teaches when the test is over." "Dreams reveal what memories conceal." "The problem with the world is the wolves outnumber the sheep." "You can't spell tragedy without rage." "Intuition is your strongest ally." "Focus on the valley and the hills will disappear." "Never trust an idle thought." "A wounded animal always shows its teeth." "When you ignore pain, it ignores you." "The past and future are distant cousins." "We're all buried treasures waiting to be found." "Moonlight is for lovers and devils." "Temptation always invites itself to the party." "Everyone's story has a secret." "Scents and songs are nostalgic reminders." "Time is a tattletale." "There's a special place in heaven for those who suffer on earth." "Life is a dir†y fighter." "Sometimes all that's left is a penny and a wish." "The mirror mimics what the mind imagines." "Tomorrow is a wild card." "My favorite exercise is sleepwalking." "What the blind man sees, the sighted man seeks." "The ego is a phony friend." "Luck will take you as far as fate allows." "Two things that never forget: elephants and broken hearts." "My train of thought has no conductor."

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I’m sliding down the ladder of life Doing the Jacob thing in reverse. Most of the people I meet now Are either medical doctors or a nurse. I’m in that phase where my hearing Is about as good as my vision. I don’t walk all that well at all Due to my aging condition. That’s the way things sometimes go You might be clueless or you might know. There may be signs so you can guess Or you may find yourself a total mess. Looking back over who I have been, Like most of the young, I didn’t forsee Or take much to heart the chances That things like this would happen to me. I thought myself invulnerable and Incapable of ever growing old Callously heeding no elders’s words I simply refused to be told. I thought the warnings I heard Were from some clueless wags And burned candles at both ends Until the wick began to sag. Now the creamy sooth skin, Or what version I once ever had, Begins to betray with brown spots, And I admit it once made me mad. But I have managed to accept Many of the shortcomings of tomorrow. It’s the loss of mobility I dislike; That delivers me so much sorrow.

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

DORIAN (TATTLETALE) GRAY

I’m sliding down the ladder of life Doing the Jacob thing in reverse. Most of the people I meet now Are either medical doctors or a nurse. I’m in that phase where my hearing Is about as good as my vision. I don’t walk all that well at all Due to my aging condition. That’s the way things sometimes go You might be clueless or you might know. There may be signs so you can guess Or you may find yourself a total mess. Looking back over who I have been, Like most of the young, I didn’t forsee Or take much to heart the chances That things like this would happen to me. I thought myself invulnerable and Incapable of ever growing old Callously heeding no elders’s words I simply refused to be told. I thought the warnings I heard Were from some clueless wags And burned candles at both ends Until the wick began to sag. Now the creamy sooth skin, Or what version I once ever had, Begins to betray with brown spots, And I admit it once made me mad. But I have managed to accept Many of the shortcomings of tomorrow. It’s the loss of mobility I dislike; That delivers me so much sorrow.

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Have you ever wanted to speak out, And tell your view, To let someone hear, To let someone though, The cracks in your shell, Let the light come in, To let them understand, What you are feeling within, To finally let out a breath, For your secret's out, Because now someone will understand, Someone knows what you are about, They know your desires, Your Feelings, Your thoughts, What you want to become, Why people know you nought. But if you tell the wrong person, Your life might become hell, For some people don't have empathy, Or guilt as well. They might tattletale your secrets, Betray your trust, Tease you day by day, Eventhough it is unjust. Just tell the right people, Or none at all, Which is why humans could be better, To help people who call.

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC

SorrowCainBlack

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Have you ever wanted to speak out, And tell your view, To let someone hear, To let someone though, The cracks in your shell, Let the light come in, To let them understand, What you are feeling within, To finally let out a breath, For your secret's out, Because now someone will understand, Someone knows what you are about, They know your desires, Your Feelings, Your thoughts, What you want to become, Why people know you nought. But if you tell the wrong person, Your life might become hell, For some people don't have empathy, Or guilt as well. They might tattletale your secrets, Betray your trust, Tease you day by day, Eventhough it is unjust. Just tell the right people, Or none at all, Which is why humans could be better, To help people who call.

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Razors, did you know they show a kind act of love? Picture me at 18, not taking life or myself seriously enough. Well not as seriously as some would take razors and love. See, I discovered one day just horsing around on a carousel ride of trauma, that we can all chase dreams, but few of us will catch them. I discovered I needed to be careful where I was dreams to. Careful like I was in love, careful like I was using razors to chisel through the ground until I reach the earth's bones. I also discovered, rubbing razors and love the wrong was can feel as if you had a brush with death. See, God got it wrong, love should barricaded by stonewalls instead of hearts and songs. Love is messy, and poetic, and it carries a ratchet razors that I often use. Understand cuts are messengers too, and they tattletale and dry snitch every change they get, about my anger, my fear, and my secret stash of razors to a world that couldn't possibly understand. What the hell didn't they get the memo? That I am looking for someone to feed on and stay full off of. because I can't love normal, just insane and misunderstood. Someone to understand, this is why I stay quiet barely hear. I got voice as loud as silence, and in the bedroom I make as much noise as a butterfly. Ironic they call me Navah the Butterfly, because when I speak it's poetic and no safe words. Just someone else's slit wrist pouring out of me, O Negative premeditated blood drops to what is really wrong with me. And I confess, I sick and creative. I am something you can't just simply sleep off, so sweet dreams. and it is going to take more than razor shape words and music that sings to what's between my legs to fix me it's going to take God! Running from every direction at once just to come and hold me. And I will tell them, I don't know how to stop using razors or a world around as a mirror a world that is someone else's heaven and someone else's hell. So Sometimes I play the hero and the villain as I try to pick up the pieces of myself 5 at a time to put me back together again. but Cant so I hurt with razors for now but one day I will hurt with kindness and I will be amazing! And I will teach my how not to use razors

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Sep 26, 2019

Sep 26, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC

navah-the-buddaphliii

Razors

Razors, did you know they show a kind act of love? Picture me at 18, not taking life or myself seriously enough. Well not as seriously as some would take razors and love. See, I discovered one day just horsing around on a carousel ride of trauma, that we can all chase dreams, but few of us will catch them. I discovered I needed to be careful where I was dreams to. Careful like I was in love, careful like I was using razors to chisel through the ground until I reach the earth's bones. I also discovered, rubbing razors and love the wrong was can feel as if you had a brush with death. See, God got it wrong, love should barricaded by stonewalls instead of hearts and songs. Love is messy, and poetic, and it carries a ratchet razors that I often use. Understand cuts are messengers too, and they tattletale and dry snitch every change they get, about my anger, my fear, and my secret stash of razors to a world that couldn't possibly understand. What the hell didn't they get the memo? That I am looking for someone to feed on and stay full off of. because I can't love normal, just insane and misunderstood. Someone to understand, this is why I stay quiet barely hear. I got voice as loud as silence, and in the bedroom I make as much noise as a butterfly. Ironic they call me Navah the Butterfly, because when I speak it's poetic and no safe words. Just someone else's slit wrist pouring out of me, O Negative premeditated blood drops to what is really wrong with me. And I confess, I sick and creative. I am something you can't just simply sleep off, so sweet dreams. and it is going to take more than razor shape words and music that sings to what's between my legs to fix me it's going to take God! Running from every direction at once just to come and hold me. And I will tell them, I don't know how to stop using razors or a world around as a mirror a world that is someone else's heaven and someone else's hell. So Sometimes I play the hero and the villain as I try to pick up the pieces of myself 5 at a time to put me back together again. but Cant so I hurt with razors for now but one day I will hurt with kindness and I will be amazing! And I will teach my how not to use razors

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Anxiety is like the ugly sweater the aunt you never see gives you for christmas, except eventually it becomes part of the lining of your skin, and no matter how many times your mother tells you it’s okay to take it off and shove it under the bed until next time you see her, you can’t. So, you have to wear it under all your normal clothes and pretend you don’t notice when the tiny fibers of the itchy wool peak out from underneath your favorite shirt. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see the colors of the anxious fibers speckled in the subtle bags under my eyes when I can’t sleep. Sometimes allergies look the same. And I am selectively permeable. So I can pick and choose which molecules of information penetrate the pores of my skin. But sometimes, attached to my contact lenses is an anxious fiber or two and my tattletale eyes share my secrets.

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC

angela-mirisola

Anxiety

Anxiety is like the ugly sweater the aunt you never see gives you for christmas, except eventually it becomes part of the lining of your skin, and no matter how many times your mother tells you it’s okay to take it off and shove it under the bed until next time you see her, you can’t. So, you have to wear it under all your normal clothes and pretend you don’t notice when the tiny fibers of the itchy wool peak out from underneath your favorite shirt. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see the colors of the anxious fibers speckled in the subtle bags under my eyes when I can’t sleep. Sometimes allergies look the same. And I am selectively permeable. So I can pick and choose which molecules of information penetrate the pores of my skin. But sometimes, attached to my contact lenses is an anxious fiber or two and my tattletale eyes share my secrets.

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Your circumstances were never up for Auction to all these tattletale devils.

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Jun 11, 2021

Jun 11, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC

TwistedMindfulness

Free/We will be

Your circumstances were never up for Auction to all these tattletale devils.

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Or maybe I'm a dancer Just for you and me My pirouette Might well be poisonous But I'm sure you'll Fall for it anyways I'm an art to your Lovely bones and parasols When I strike water I really strike blood And my self harm tattletale Will never be enough My chemical heart Is just one nick I'll sew Into your patchwork of scars Don't worry about the Aftercare I heal wrong no matter the day

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Jul 30, 2019

Jul 30, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC

hannah1221

Alternatively

Or maybe I'm a dancer Just for you and me My pirouette Might well be poisonous But I'm sure you'll Fall for it anyways I'm an art to your Lovely bones and parasols When I strike water I really strike blood And my self harm tattletale Will never be enough My chemical heart Is just one nick I'll sew Into your patchwork of scars Don't worry about the Aftercare I heal wrong no matter the day

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*The first cup of morning joe to the music of vamping crows , the songs of tattletale bluebirds and homesick geese Frost glows in the sunshine , lighting pasture stubble and winter greens Woodsmoke covers the valley as gray squirrels multiply their - tally Beagles burr in the naked hardwood , a feisty swamp rabbit up to no good* ..

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Dec 30, 2017

Dec 30, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Breakfast with a view ...

*The first cup of morning joe to the music of vamping crows , the songs of tattletale bluebirds and homesick geese Frost glows in the sunshine , lighting pasture stubble and winter greens Woodsmoke covers the valley as gray squirrels multiply their - tally Beagles burr in the naked hardwood , a feisty swamp rabbit up to no good* ..

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