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"untrustworthy" poems
you don't understand at all do you not truly you think I'm a liar that I still hold the knife that stabbed you in the back [and in the heart] kinda speechless that you feel that way think that way believe it untrustworthy? misleading? false emotions? can you not read? here let me try again maybe I can make it like braille feel the words it's like when the clouds stormy eyes welled up and let fall the tears of weekend rain soggy, we laughed along with the thunder and under our waterfall we let the windows fog tell me I lied then or picture if you will standing by the tree I always parked by it was a starry night, but we didn't see it we were too focused on our faces except why is it I was the only one drowning in the sadness that overtook my eyes shaking with each strained, choppy breath clutching that gray shirt like a life jacket do you think that was all for show? haven't you looked at my collection of black and white silly letters scribbled down as fast as possible trying as hard as I can to leave it all on the paper but it's as if each word I write is a tattoo slowly invading every part of my skin it's sinking in, it's staining everything do you think this agony I speak of is fake? if so if I am that liar with the knife who led you astray and ******* you over" let you down, kicked you around if you can't seem to open your eyes and notice just how much I love you just how much I always have then you don't deserve it ill run miles for you when I know I only have the strength for one but don't you dare watch me run if you don't even grasp that I stabbed myself in the back led myself astray you have a right to hate the wound but if you can't see what I feel one day I will learn that I have to let go and I will then all these silly letters all for you well. go ahead and throw them away on that day they will carry no life anymore
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Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
run your fingers over the letters
you don't understand at all do you not truly you think I'm a liar that I still hold the knife that stabbed you in the back [and in the heart] kinda speechless that you feel that way think that way believe it untrustworthy? misleading? false emotions? can you not read? here let me try again maybe I can make it like braille feel the words it's like when the clouds stormy eyes welled up and let fall the tears of weekend rain soggy, we laughed along with the thunder and under our waterfall we let the windows fog tell me I lied then or picture if you will standing by the tree I always parked by it was a starry night, but we didn't see it we were too focused on our faces except why is it I was the only one drowning in the sadness that overtook my eyes shaking with each strained, choppy breath clutching that gray shirt like a life jacket do you think that was all for show? haven't you looked at my collection of black and white silly letters scribbled down as fast as possible trying as hard as I can to leave it all on the paper but it's as if each word I write is a tattoo slowly invading every part of my skin it's sinking in, it's staining everything do you think this agony I speak of is fake? if so if I am that liar with the knife who led you astray and ******* you over" let you down, kicked you around if you can't seem to open your eyes and notice just how much I love you just how much I always have then you don't deserve it ill run miles for you when I know I only have the strength for one but don't you dare watch me run if you don't even grasp that I stabbed myself in the back led myself astray you have a right to hate the wound but if you can't see what I feel one day I will learn that I have to let go and I will then all these silly letters all for you well. go ahead and throw them away on that day they will carry no life anymore
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Once a cheater always a cheater That’s what I have always heard Some say its absurd Some say that’s only true with repeaters So what are you? A repeater? Or just a one time cheater? What should I do? You have proved you’re untrustworthy But can I trust you ever again? You’re stuck in my brain But thinking like this isn’t healthy I love you But you lied to me My brain says to flea I am afraid my heart will not pull through
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
Cheating
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear like a psychiatrist. When I speak passionately, That's when I'm least to be trusted. It's very sad, really: all my life I've been praised For my intelligence, my powers of language, of insight- In the end they're wasted- I never see myself. Standing on the front steps. Holding my sisters hand. That's why I can't account For the bruises on her arm where the sleeve ends ... In my own mind, I'm invisible: that's why I'm dangerous. People like me, who seem selfless. We're the cripples, the liars: We're the ones who should be factored out In the interest of truth. When I'm quiet, that's when the truth emerges. A clear sky, the clouds like white fibers. Underneath, a little gray house. The azaleas Red and bright pink. If you want the truth, you have to close yourself To the older sister, block her out: When I living thing is hurt like that In its deepest workings, All function is altered. That's why I'm not to be trusted. Because a wound to the heart Is also a wound to the mind.
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The Untrustworthy Speaker
Don't  believe your ears Are burning; The hand-hidden mouths Aren't whispering About you; Rolling eyes are untrustworthy, And the finger flips That dismiss are referring to the weather. The fear of rumors About your clothes, Your neighborhood Or the pimple on your neck Occupy too much space. Angst is over-rated. Take the high road On feelings of belittlement. Believe me - Fewer people speak less of you Than you imagine. You're not the centre Of our universe, And if you were, Everyone would whisper Kneeling at your feet.
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
You're Not The Centre of the Universe
jesus and judas kissed in the garden moments before the world caved in. the gospel of judas says that the betrayer was the most loved of all disciples, that jesus took him aside and taught him touched him laughed. there are two sides to canon, history, myth: someone somewhere at sometime wanted a better story, where the betrayer was held close and favored, forgiven— but the gospels all end the same. the son is strung up for someone else's sins as judas wastes alone in the garden. intention is a matter of interpretation but what is silver worth, really? metaphor disintegrates and you come to me in my dreams. to love you after all of this is apocryphal— tempting yet untrustworthy. you're not judas, i'm just a mortal man, and there is no gnosis, no hidden knowledge, only apocalyptic revelations now. the world is irrevocable, just born. i miss you in the same way jesus met judas' eyes on the cross. somewhere in a field of blood or a forgotten library buried under the earth, there is a better story. over time only becoming more unknowable, hopeful fragments turning to dust in trembling hands.
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Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 11:48 PM UTC
the gospel of judas
servants to society they roam with blank, controlled minds, meaningless obsessions fuelled by selfish desires, unkind. grandiose, pointless gestures declaring nothing, self-importance derived from insistent buzzing. absorbed by devices holding existence hostage, vacant stares, virtual prison, lack of interest and knowledge. Protected by the guise of communication, slowly ripping society from its very foundation. engrossed by nothing that matters, materialism, image, being flattered, pretentious clones, lifestyle fictitious there’s always a bigger picture, but they’re preoccupied, pernicious. disadvantaged by modern living, people can be untrustworthy, people are unforgiving, misleading technology, cruel traits heightened, an entire race believing we are enlightened.
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
Modern Society
How do you begin to talk about trust, when every thought that swirls around in your brain has additional questions attached to it: is it real?                  is it made up?            is it rational?                  is it an overreaction?          is it temporary?                          is it permanent? Tangled root systems of the same questions, for every thought. And I haven’t even started on Feelings, [that’s a different poem altogether]. - How do you begin to talk about trust when, for starters, you can’t trust yourself. Grow up, with silence and shrugged shoulders and the helpless statements of: I don’t know, I don’t know, I just don’t know, in response to all your scientific parents’ questions – questions peppered with “logical” and “rational” and *“you understand where we’re coming from …right?”* and eventually, every time you think or feel anything at all and have no explanation, you’re left with one question:                          how can you not know?                            how can you not know?                          how can you not know? - Say a word enough times and it starts to lose its meaning: trust trust trust trust Is it even a word, or just a lucky combination of letters? - How do you begin to talk about trust when you’ve been let down not once, not twice, not three times… well, what’s the point of trying to recall, when you’ve lost count of the times. It would be one thing, if you knew why you’ve been abandoned, or why people hurt you, or why everything gets to you so often,                            [is it you or is it them,                                 is it you or is it them,                         is it you or is it them?] but it’s the not knowing that makes you realize that people as a whole are: Unpredictable, Unreliable, Untrustworthy. You’re not usually too angry about it, this is just Reality. - This is just Reality, but it’s the not knowing that kills you, closes up your heart in a certain kind of way after a while. Oh, you’ll talk to people, if you must, say whatever seem to be the right things, be the listening ear they need, if that’s what’s required of you, be good, understanding, kind, empathetic, to the best of your ability, but you won’t Rely on them, won’t accept statements of I can help. That’s a different story. - If you can’t trust People. [Forget about your family, the ones who supposedly love you, with their helpful advice of “get a job, be useful, it’ll make you feel better.” Forget about the docs and therapists, the ones who supposedly make it better, with pills or overpriced talking sessions. Forget friends, the ones who supposedly are your support system, with “I’m here for you” and “I can help” that lead nowhere.] then what you are left with is trusting yourself out of necessity. And you’re back to where you started.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
On the Subject of Trust
How do you begin to talk about trust, when every thought that swirls around in your brain has additional questions attached to it: is it real?                  is it made up?            is it rational?                  is it an overreaction?          is it temporary?                          is it permanent? Tangled root systems of the same questions, for every thought. And I haven’t even started on Feelings, [that’s a different poem altogether]. - How do you begin to talk about trust when, for starters, you can’t trust yourself. Grow up, with silence and shrugged shoulders and the helpless statements of: I don’t know, I don’t know, I just don’t know, in response to all your scientific parents’ questions – questions peppered with “logical” and “rational” and *“you understand where we’re coming from …right?”* and eventually, every time you think or feel anything at all and have no explanation, you’re left with one question:                          how can you not know?                            how can you not know?                          how can you not know? - Say a word enough times and it starts to lose its meaning: trust trust trust trust Is it even a word, or just a lucky combination of letters? - How do you begin to talk about trust when you’ve been let down not once, not twice, not three times… well, what’s the point of trying to recall, when you’ve lost count of the times. It would be one thing, if you knew why you’ve been abandoned, or why people hurt you, or why everything gets to you so often,                            [is it you or is it them,                                 is it you or is it them,                         is it you or is it them?] but it’s the not knowing that makes you realize that people as a whole are: Unpredictable, Unreliable, Untrustworthy. You’re not usually too angry about it, this is just Reality. - This is just Reality, but it’s the not knowing that kills you, closes up your heart in a certain kind of way after a while. Oh, you’ll talk to people, if you must, say whatever seem to be the right things, be the listening ear they need, if that’s what’s required of you, be good, understanding, kind, empathetic, to the best of your ability, but you won’t Rely on them, won’t accept statements of I can help. That’s a different story. - If you can’t trust People. [Forget about your family, the ones who supposedly love you, with their helpful advice of “get a job, be useful, it’ll make you feel better.” Forget about the docs and therapists, the ones who supposedly make it better, with pills or overpriced talking sessions. Forget friends, the ones who supposedly are your support system, with “I’m here for you” and “I can help” that lead nowhere.] then what you are left with is trusting yourself out of necessity. And you’re back to where you started.
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I bid you all a fond farewell As these bones turn to dust in capitalist shackles. No more will my voice be silenced By gender roles and repression. My foremothers gave me my rights nearly a century ago And you still act like it’s pocket change. No more. I will rise above this consumerist nation And be heard. Feminism means equality, not women over men. Don’t take offense when I lock my car doors. You’ve proven yourselves untrustworthy. “Not all men.” But enough men. I am not backing down; I am not giving in. I am breaking free of conformity, Barely comfortable in the skin you told me was imperfect. Flip-flopping your beliefs; I am never good enough for you. But I will always be good enough for myself.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
I Am A Feminist
Perspiration accumulates into salty beads, Falling into her eyes, eyes that have lost their gleam. We’ve been trapped like savaged animals for three agonizing nights. Diminutive apertures in this death box supply minimal light. The screech of the rails are a bittersweet melody to our ears. For we only know what these horrific monsters have taught. Fear. As the door slams open, I’m pried from my wife. I wonder if this will be the last moment I see her smile. My people are marked with terror and pain. I realized were barricaded in with barbed wire chains. My subverted clothes reek of secretion. This camp is untrustworthy, raising apprehension. They claim we are not human. But I ask, do we not bleed, when we are injured? Do we not dream blissful thoughts? Do we not pray to the same God? The same God that punishes the innocent; Bringing blithe to those sinners that shed blood. When we lose our cherished, our loved ones, Do we not shed tears? Do we not mourn? No! We must not, for we are not human, According to what the Nazis see. We are the innocent, robbed of life. They are the monsters who roam free. At least, that’s what I see. I see men, women, and children stripped of clothing, Stripped of dignity, stripped of all things humane. While these barbaric monstrosities make allegations. Claiming they are purifying society, when they are to blame. Men lose wives; children lose mothers. Families are torn apart; sisters lose brothers. Those of us who survive, work until brittle. Still we carry on, if our minds are able. Backs of men are scarred from arduous lashes. While the sick are trapped in rooms imbued with gases. My hands are enveloped with calicoes and cuts. My mind grows weary, I dream an ending abrupt. I’m crippled with anger, and tears that still drip sore. My heart crescendos with pain, about to implode. It’s difficult to refuse the tears when I hear the desolate screams. I’m trapped in a perpetual nightmare, a ceaseless dream. Still I carry on in life, for that is the greatest revenge. The day we feel the kiss of freedom, will be the day we have avenged.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Forgotten Horrors of the 19th Century
Perspiration accumulates into salty beads, Falling into her eyes, eyes that have lost their gleam. We’ve been trapped like savaged animals for three agonizing nights. Diminutive apertures in this death box supply minimal light. The screech of the rails are a bittersweet melody to our ears. For we only know what these horrific monsters have taught. Fear. As the door slams open, I’m pried from my wife. I wonder if this will be the last moment I see her smile. My people are marked with terror and pain. I realized were barricaded in with barbed wire chains. My subverted clothes reek of secretion. This camp is untrustworthy, raising apprehension. They claim we are not human. But I ask, do we not bleed, when we are injured? Do we not dream blissful thoughts? Do we not pray to the same God? The same God that punishes the innocent; Bringing blithe to those sinners that shed blood. When we lose our cherished, our loved ones, Do we not shed tears? Do we not mourn? No! We must not, for we are not human, According to what the Nazis see. We are the innocent, robbed of life. They are the monsters who roam free. At least, that’s what I see. I see men, women, and children stripped of clothing, Stripped of dignity, stripped of all things humane. While these barbaric monstrosities make allegations. Claiming they are purifying society, when they are to blame. Men lose wives; children lose mothers. Families are torn apart; sisters lose brothers. Those of us who survive, work until brittle. Still we carry on, if our minds are able. Backs of men are scarred from arduous lashes. While the sick are trapped in rooms imbued with gases. My hands are enveloped with calicoes and cuts. My mind grows weary, I dream an ending abrupt. I’m crippled with anger, and tears that still drip sore. My heart crescendos with pain, about to implode. It’s difficult to refuse the tears when I hear the desolate screams. I’m trapped in a perpetual nightmare, a ceaseless dream. Still I carry on in life, for that is the greatest revenge. The day we feel the kiss of freedom, will be the day we have avenged.
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Have you never told the truth Even in your untrustworthy youth? Did ever make a habit of saying what you mean? You’re the biggest fake and loser many have ever seen. When you look into the mirror, what is it you see? Can you tell how far you’ve fallen from humanity? You’re always lyin’, lyin’, lyin’! So shove it where the sun don’t shine. You make up crap so fast you can’t keep track. So much sounds like it came out of the other crack. You cheat and brazenly brag about your cheating. At the Devil’s table you needn’t worry about seating. You’ll be right there at Beelzebub’s right hand And you’ll have friends there, won’t it be grand? You’re always lyin’, lyin’, lyin’! So shove it where the sun don’t shine. The way you look and dress, and your awful voice Makes me change the channel if I have any choice. If the gym I go to has you on the cable TV I switch the gym I go to as quickly as can be. I never take kindly to liars and to bragging thieves. I hope your crimes will match the penalty you receive. You’re always lyin’, lyin’, lyin’! So shove it where the sun don’t shine. Brent Kincaid 5/20/2019
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
SHOVE IT!
i know you don’t want to be with me, please stop with the i love you’s, you don't even know what that means do you really think that I'm a fool i cant make the person that i once loved be in a relationship that i only dream of. so I decided for myself to not have you around so why are you threatening me being so hateful and mean telling me this will get ugly why are you being like this what do you mean, I hate that your deceitful dishonest and untrustworthy, a two-faced LYING **** thats forcing them selfs in my life I'm really trying to understand how you could be so selfish   you just break my heart over and over again, its better that your very far you see, cause having you around just hurts me, what don't you understand. i don't want you around me i don't want to be your friend, and moments that i think of you i start to remember how you treated me with no respect you've given me you always would get rid of me, please oh please just let me be free
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
If i cant have all of you then i don't want you at all
You come into my life Again Unannounced Random Unwanted After I have finally begun to heal And you open the wound back up Tearing Pulling Prying Hurting me as you go Not a word spoken Just the sight of you leaves me feeling scared Horrified More than just a little paranoid. What if you try to hurt me again? You frighten me Make me sick Nauseous The rank smell The vile taste Of ***** Making my insides cringe You used to be there In the innermost part of me Physically, mentally, emotionally You had every part of me. It’s your fault. You, who claims he knows nothing of what he did. “I swear, I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry.” ******** You aren’t sorry. You know what you did. How could you not? You know you nearly killed me with your words That flow from your mouth Uncontrollable Like a raging river of lies and deceit Untrustworthy is what you are Is what you mean to me Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a stranger. For I would treat a stranger better than you. An animal better than you A pile of feces better than you You are the lowest of the low You ask me to be your “friend” No. you don’t know the meaning of the word How dare you try to corrupt that blessed status You selfish, evil, conniving, ******* You can burn in Hell. In the deepest darkest parts where brimstone is so strong it engulfs you in a whirlwind of unpleasurable, rank, decaying, vile smells and tastes. That is where you belong. That is where you will stay In the blacked out part of my memory, where I wish we had never happened And I hope on day you will realize what you did And die.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
Hatred
You come into my life Again Unannounced Random Unwanted After I have finally begun to heal And you open the wound back up Tearing Pulling Prying Hurting me as you go Not a word spoken Just the sight of you leaves me feeling scared Horrified More than just a little paranoid. What if you try to hurt me again? You frighten me Make me sick Nauseous The rank smell The vile taste Of ***** Making my insides cringe You used to be there In the innermost part of me Physically, mentally, emotionally You had every part of me. It’s your fault. You, who claims he knows nothing of what he did. “I swear, I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry.” ******** You aren’t sorry. You know what you did. How could you not? You know you nearly killed me with your words That flow from your mouth Uncontrollable Like a raging river of lies and deceit Untrustworthy is what you are Is what you mean to me Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a stranger. For I would treat a stranger better than you. An animal better than you A pile of feces better than you You are the lowest of the low You ask me to be your “friend” No. you don’t know the meaning of the word How dare you try to corrupt that blessed status You selfish, evil, conniving, ******* You can burn in Hell. In the deepest darkest parts where brimstone is so strong it engulfs you in a whirlwind of unpleasurable, rank, decaying, vile smells and tastes. That is where you belong. That is where you will stay In the blacked out part of my memory, where I wish we had never happened And I hope on day you will realize what you did And die.
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Darkness. He settles on my skin like an absent touch; His hands the hands of a past love tracing my outline and raising my skin. He whispers to me in dreams. What was once, and what could be, he lingers in the thoughts I can't control. He breathes silence in the space between us, enclosing every inch of my body in his icy exhalation. He is the coldest of comforts. He is fearful, but I do not fear him. His chasm of understanding and attentiveness is an infinite book of blank pages to be filled. He hears me. He listens. He Is the giver of time that nobody wants. He provides. When I am at war with my thoughts at 3 AM, he is on my side. He does not lie, unless it is along side of me. On top of me. All around me. He is consuming. He is untrustworthy, but I have given him mine. He is the quietest of melodies. His song cradles me into sleep, and I feel him beside me as I drift away. When I awake in the morning he has always left, but is never really gone. In the brightest of rays, I can still see him. He controls me like an illness, but only with my consent. Darkness. If ever I wanted to leave him, would he let me? Could I cleanse my soul after his touch? If I ignored his approach in the eve, would he still be kind to me when the daylight faded? I'm afraid to find out.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
Darkness.
Now I finally know who you are! All this time, you where the only one I couldn't nail down. I just hit the bottle with the ring. I'd sell my sole for a timemachine back to 2010. So I could stop O, That's it-ing. I wish somebody would love, desire, adore AND trust me. But I guess I have a lovable, desirable, adorable, untrustworthy past. But my gray eyes are supposedly beautiful. And a picture I drew once was hung in everyone's gallery. You don't wish you didn't know what none of you don't hear outside you.
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Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 9:43 AM UTC
Pushed The Cotton Under My Ears
I can't trust, for I am untrustworthy myself. I'm aware of wrong, for I have done wrong myself. I can sense guilt, for I am guilty myself. Or, perhaps..it's just you.
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
Belittled
The flooding puddles of your eyes reflect nothing but the skies and trees with leaves as dead as skin on elbows in winter. Your two-toned heart won't separate the simple verbs to conjugate from be to am to are to is-- the peeling of our action. I'll wait for sunlight, blue skies, and stars I can wait for spring! Wait for your words to mean what a dictionary describes. Grey does nothing for your eyes. They still twinkle with delight soggy grass and slippery walks like soggy emotions in your slippery thoughts. You're winter now. I'm spring. You're dead--I'm thriving. your plea for surviving, what hope! What loss! What cost! God shouldn't have trusted you with that smile. Your rat-like grim untrustworthy guile. That duplicitous manner in which you speak Oh how you out shine your *** Your failed promises, attempts to leave me. to please me. Oh! How you leave me pleased! Your tokens broken, torn and stored In wires above my bed slip visions of you in my dreams. A morning sight, such sweet delightful beginnings to long dragging days. Even through your thunder storm Your vexation brings me joy.
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Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 5:57 PM UTC
thunderous
Life brings good and evil paths Making you decide on which way you are going to lead it Having no thought on whats right and wrong Just stuck in that whatever and i dont care mindset everyone says they dont care but there has to be some care in your heart Lies and Untrustworthy people make it hard to think and sometimes focuse on the truth But people now dont take time and think about the outcome they just do what they want to do While having no care for no one They see lies and hidden fortune in themselves so they just Dont Care And Give Up on EVERYTHING!!!!
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May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010 at 11:26 AM UTC
Careless Mind
Life is but a country club. Weren’t you invited, dear? Intelligence quotients and aptitude tests, sorted by layers of filters and ciphers, to justly court the consummate lifers. Are you qualified? The waiting list is growing, and the company is getting anxious. Shall we take on some new members, or watch the squirming a little longer? Think about it this way, if you aren’t qualified - You can always try upstate. What a lovely estate! A half-smoked cuban cigar, and a watchman at the gate. No, you can’t trust the man who got lost in his mistakes. He is untrustworthy. Do be a doll though, Cindy, and send a nice postcard.
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Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:26 AM UTC
Country Club News (Old Blues)
I'm a player, I'm the best. I've played you, her and the rest. That's what you thought. I proved you wrong when I opened my chest. You saw me with depth, an open heart. You gave me yours. It was open from the start. A heart hurt too many times. You told me you can't take another. A heart held together with vines. This was the tricky part. The first time in my life. I saw a future of treasure. A glimpse of this lady, my wife. I felt safe like I was where I needed to be. I promised my self I'd do you no harm. To cause you pain would be to cut off my own limb. I've been waiting all my life to find someone worthy to commit my life to. So I committed myself to you and you threw me away. You told me honestly what you wanted and needed. I gave it to you and more. But you were after what you had before. Cling to him with guilt. Cling to him till you rott. Cling to him lifelessly. Cling to him lovelessly. Cling to him endlessly. Until one day it all falls apart. You've proven untrustworthy. You've proven betrayal. You've proven sly words. You've used tears to get your way. You've promoted falses so fake. Gemini construct you might break. You've cheated. Me, him and your self from happiness.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Committed
Who the whole truth fails to reveal, Who pertinent facts do conceal, May not in truth a liar be Though are truly untrustworthy; Unscrupulous, devious, sly, Dishonest, though they tell no lie.
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
Truth Is...
What am I to do? When I can't trust the one I might love but I don't love because I can't because he doesn't but I might and in all I just don't know and I just want to understand how he feels how I feel how anyone can feel! when thinking makes feeling so complicated!!! I can't keep up my mental capacity is failing and all I can do is wish wish I could talk to him for real about reality about what is going on is anything going on!? wish I could trust him forget the past better yet not have a past just erase it all wish I could understand him he says he cares yet how can he care when all he does is hurt me
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
Untrustworthy
When I was in 4th grade a girl named Claire Kicked my *** And left me on the blacktop I swore it would never happen again When I was 17 a girl named Ashley Kicked my *** And left my heart in pieces I swore to never trust love again I just turned 23 and a girl I shouldn’t name Kicked my *** I wanted to give her everything For the very first time But I never got off the blacktop My heart is still in pieces Love is still untrustworthy I need to learn to fight.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
Learning to Fight
My back is against the wall Having to choose between trusting you and hating you You betrayed me, you hurt me, you acted like my friend You the person i thought i could trust The girl i loved, you've become the girl i dont want to be around You turned out to be just like everyone else... A backstabber A lier An untrustworthy person An enemy I hope you realize our relationship is messed up All thanks to your ignorance.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Back against the wall
*Life was once a flare. The choices we made had a reason & everything else fell into different places. Like love and its twisted demise. The rope we followed when night came without a warning. Without even a star, or a sunset. Believing became an untrustworthy mission. Through your eyes, you see that you've been down this certain road before. A tunnel leading west, into the greedy fields of old dirt & gravel. Through the beauty, that has now become a plague, a shiver & a cough. The next step is the future. An undeniable identity, given to us, centuries ago. When the birds, had a life in the winds. When the pain didn't come from verbal assumptions. When the choices we made, good or bad, gave life some flare.*
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
"Life's Flare"