Your single mother and cousins applauded you because they had faith I was the one.
It felt amazing to be this close to a family that I never met in the flesh.
Seeing them in the form of a discarded diary should have sounded an alarm in my head.
Your voice was so solemn and so soothing that it was like tasting a honeysuckle lollipop.
It was the best flavor I’ve ever had until I told you about the pauper I am providing for.
Then the flies showed up and I spent the next two months swatting them away.
One day, I licked the lollipop for the first time since then and tasted manure in the center.
I wondered why something so sweet could taste so repulsive.
But to my surprise, I was struck by the thought that I should have known.
You found yourself a guy you couldn’t wrap around your finger.
I didn’t see it until I was being bled dry and I could barely stay awake.
I had nothing to offer you when you claimed I did.
So why were you angry?
Why were you cranky?
I thought you were dandy
When you abstained from hanky panky.
All this time, you were still the hurt little boy that was raised in the Pope’s lyceum.
And turned into a lamprey the second I couldn’t give him anything to eat.
If you’re alone and free, I’ve already forgotten about you.
If you deserve better than me, you took the easy way out
By cheating on your test in life and got caught by the pauper.
You whimpered in fear of getting expelled and I was prepared for it.
The lamprey within broke free when I couldn’t look at you as the same person I loved before.
You fruitlessly faked your regret and pinned the blame on my ass to get out of jail free.
I’m not crying not because I didn’t care about you.
It was because I have the ending from that film memorized by heart.
It’s crazy, isn’t it? I know. I’ve watched it several times in French as a student.
I know my worth. I’m smiling in public while the sun is up
And brightening up the night when it goes down.
Thank you for putting words in my mouth when you were at your lowest.
Can you remind me again what major you’re pursuing?
Because you behaved like a patient in a case study at Arkham to me.
Wake up and smell the roses, my sweet summer child.
If you can’t stand to be where the bald eagles take flight,
Then park yourself on a bench and feed the pigeons.
Hope is a candle in a sea of darkness, eagerly awaiting the sun.
Trust is a drop of the purest water, in an ocean full of desert sand.
Loyalty is the assurance of your own two feet, that you will stand.
Love is a bubbling geyser; filling, and rushing to overflowing.
Empathy is a mother's love, from someone that you don't know.
Peace is an ocean of glass-like water, that ripples of war cannot move.
Honesty is a pure wine, with no dregs to ruin the taste.
Only the truth is possible.
Lies will just break down
even though believable
in their prettiest gown
Subjective though it maybe
denial is not the answer
makes you see things bitterly
spreading like a cancer
Facts are real and so am i
Why the argument
There easy to indentify
from careful experiment
facts are all unchanging
interpretation is key
It's the theory that's exchanging
It's owned actuality.
There is room for dreaming
from the very top
possibilities start appearing
in your workshop.
so if the evidence is rather thin
if your logic needs to leap
it probably comes from within
delusions you may reap.
so keep it real and take a hold
of things not in doubt
don't let your self be cajoled
by the loudest shout.
Falsehoods and lies
Truth in disguise
Whispers comprise
A doubt in my heart
Blinding my eyes
Sorrow and sighs
Darkness will rise
My world falls apart
A broken glass
pointed angles all over
giving off its light dimly
Waiting for a trigger.
The broken glass may be a piece of Diamond
Creating Aura from its universe
Strength from its nucleus
Fragility in shadow
Silence in clearness
Words in color
Beauty in balance
Passion in calm
Reflection from darkness
See all these sincerities appear on his surface
just exists for someone to find
....
Heated tongues had no temperance to spare
Betrayal is a fickle master cloaked in innocence
Eyes held truths with no regards to context
Illusions were never more real than when piercing
The heart left to bleed pounding desperately on the floor
Under the foot of merciless pain
How do you explain the inexplicable?
Some things just end while others start
The resoning was perfectly logical
But damned if anyone could see it
Because faith seemed a too bigger thing
To hold through this broken prism
Off they went onto seperate trajectories
Only to find the truth revealed in years of wastedness
It was only when they travelled around it in oposite motions
They could see they belonged together
Far too late, as other sattlites they collected were now in the way
And faith seemed once again bigger to hope for
And not a thing was learnt.
....
Heated tongues had no temperance to spare
Betrayal is a fickle master cloaked in innocence
Eyes held truths with no regards to context
Illusions were never more real that when piercing
The heart left to bleed poundind desperately on tge floor
Under the foot of merciless pain
How do you explain the inexplicable?
Some things just end while others start
The resoning was perfectly logical
But damned if anyone could see it
Off they went onto seperate trjectories
Only to find tge truth revealed in 20 years of wastedness
Because faith seemed a too bigger thing
To hold through this broken prism
It was only when they travelled around it in oposite motions
They could see they belong together
Far too late as other sattlites were in the way
And faith seemed once again bigger to hope for
And not a thing was learnt.
Arrows falling from the sky,
these cowards hiding behind their wall,
But we are determined to break through
one way or another
Many have already sacrificed their lives on this plain,
but as they say in chess "the pawns must go first"
There is too much at stake for us just to go home
too much sweat and blood has already been shed
To the last man we will fight,
and to the last man we will die.
We wear this armor with our utmost pride,
this disrespect will not stand
Agamemnons wrath will be quenched
until Troy falls his revenge will be incomplete
Peeling the onion
By jfarrell
My story, my history
Will come out, layer by layer
Within my poetry
And much of it you won’t like;
“let’s leave those horrors for scary stories”
Like peeling an onion, the deeper you go
The more intense it is
When I started writing poetry recently
I upset my sister with it;
It’s stuff she’s got over and buried in the past;
And she is the only one of my relatives I give a stuff about;
But she doesn’t believe that
She believes I stay away out of hate and spite;
I stay away coz I seem to hurt everything I touch
I promised her I wouldn’t write personal stuff
Sorry, but I’ve got to break that promise
I write for me, I have to write my story
And I have to write it my way
You can choose to not read
But you cannot tell me not to write;
You found your peace;
I’m still searching for mine.
I need to peel this onion.
Love your enemies,
do not give in to the hate
that is what they want the
most, to feed off your fear
and doubt
Trust in the spirt,
for it is all,
there is no other
but the father
Wolves in sheeps clothing
will come in droves to
discourage you from what
is most true
Like viruses, their ideologies
and philosophies will attempt to corrupt your point of view
Only through him
can you purge yourself of this corruption
that has taken over your body and mind
The world is the prison of the false
for it was created as mockery of the real,
by him who call's himself "god"
A god of lies, you no longer have to be under
his perverse eye, for the truth will shine through,
and will guide to the spirit of all.
For there is only one true god
and his love is our own,
for we are all united in his knowledge
as long as we choose to accept it.