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Deny
With every look into my eyes,
You lie to me
Always caught up in your emotions,
And your selfish greed
You refuse to admit to anyone,
Just what you feel
And it's actions like this,
That make you less than real...
Alone...
Suffering...
Because you are always...
Denying...
When you deny!
You make no sense to me!
A life built on lies!
You end up hating everything!
And the cross that you bear,
Is not meant to be shared
It might be different if you cared...
But you deny...
Every word that you speak,
Is a whisper on the wind
You don't seem to understand,
Why you just can't fit in
You manufacture truth,
Deep in your own mind
And you use it to soothe
The misfortune of your lies!
Alone...
Suffering...
Because you are always...
Denying...
When you deny!
You make no sense to me!
A life built on lies!
You end up hating everything!
And the cross that you bear,
Is not meant to be shared
It might be different if you cared...
But you deny!
You deny!
Understanding...
Is limited to those,
Who want to understand
But you don't seem to grasp this,
I don't think that you can!
Your soul...
Tormented...
In agony...
Because you are always,
Denying!
When you deny!
You make no sense to me!
A life built on lies!
You end up hating everything!
And the cross that you bear,
Is not meant to be shared
It might be different if you cared...
But you deny!
jlp January 2, 2009-Revised January 2, 2010
With every look into my eyes,
You lie to me
Always caught up in your emotions,
And your selfish greed
You refuse to admit to anyone,
Just what you feel
And it's actions like this,
That make you less than real...
Alone...
Suffering...
Because you are always...
Denying...
When you deny!
You make no sense to me!
A life built on lies!
You end up hating everything!
And the cross that you bear,
Is not meant to be shared
It might be different if you cared...
But you deny...
Every word that you speak,
Is a whisper on the wind
You don't seem to understand,
Why you just can't fit in
You manufacture truth,
Deep in your own mind
And you use it to soothe
The misfortune of your lies!
Alone...
Suffering...
Because you are always...
Denying...
When you deny!
You make no sense to me!
A life built on lies!
You end up hating everything!
And the cross that you bear,
Is not meant to be shared
It might be different if you cared...
But you deny!
You deny!
Understanding...
Is limited to those,
Who want to understand
But you don't seem to grasp this,
I don't think that you can!
Your soul...
Tormented...
In agony...
Because you are always,
Denying!
When you deny!
You make no sense to me!
A life built on lies!
You end up hating everything!
And the cross that you bear,
Is not meant to be shared
It might be different if you cared...
But you deny!
jlp January 2, 2009-Revised January 2, 2010
Literature
If..
If this was to be your last day on earth would you simply scream
Or would you continue as if today was only just a dream
Would you scramble what you could within the time that's left
Or sit and ponder what you've had and call your life bereft
Would you laugh or could you cry for no more days ahead
A culmination of one's life is ending when you're dead
Could you really comprehend that this day was your last
Or would you shake your head and drift within your past
Could you in all honesty lay down and close your eyes
To be at peace with who you are and the last of our goodbyes
To place a smile upon your lips and say that lif
Literature
One Beside the Other
I can't sleep, because sleep and death
are kissing cousins, and I can still feel
death's arm around my shoulder,
a cold, dark intimacy. I can't sleep,
because the day is bleak and reproachful,
saying, You are not You should
You are nothing. I can't sleep, because
if I do, sleep will drag me down,
will lock me in and hold its hand
over my mouth. I can't sleep, because if
I do, it's giving into the pills fine,
you won, now take me down and out.
I can't sleep, because my legs are
too hot and my arms are too cold. I
can't sleep, because when the lights
are out, at twenty, my mind makes
monsters that circle
Literature
what did you do with my heart?
did you:
throw away my love letter
after reading it? rip it up?
light it on fire? even read
it at all? wear it to school?
wear it on someone elses
sleeve? my sleeve? study
my graphology? forget my
name, again?
excuse my handwriting
for being overly poetic.
did you:
feel shocked? feel confused? feel upset?
indifferent? curious? sad, mad, bad, glad?
feel my heart breaking? feel my emotion?
feel my cathartic release? feel my courage
in confessing? feel the pain in each cliche?
feel vicarious sorrow? feel anything at all?
no, no, no. of cours
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I used to be this person, the one who couldn't accept anything, the one who created a world of lies to conceal who he really was.
What I didn't realize is that everyone saw through it, and they didn't understand why I denied who and what I was.
Now I don't, and I'd advise you to take the same path I did.
You cannot grow, you cannot live, when you deny.
What I didn't realize is that everyone saw through it, and they didn't understand why I denied who and what I was.
Now I don't, and I'd advise you to take the same path I did.
You cannot grow, you cannot live, when you deny.
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