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Love Lies
I could tell you the entire truth
And you would hate me for it
Or I can lie to you
(Continue to lie)
Then you would love me
I can ask you which would you choose
I'd choose that you love me
Will you accept my lie
Then lie to yourself it's the truth
Is our love strong enough to accept the lie
Maybe not, Afterall
I didn't think our love was strong enough
To accept the truth
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Choose Your Side
Did you choose a side
Then be careful to adjust your vision
Once a side is chosen
Half of the view becomes cloudy
And the other half
Becomes much too clear
So clear you start to see
Things that aren't there
Excuses for one comes in a flurry
And we are slow to question
Excuses for the other are condemned
And we are quick with our disapproval
Then in your arrogance
Your side must be correct
You couldn't have chose wrong
Maybe you didn't choose wrong
But in your quest to justify your choice
That side that was so clear
Is now just as cloudy as the other
So at the end of it all
What did you really see?
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Warm hands and a Good Book
Why are you still laying there
It looks as if you'd awake at any moment
But when I touch your hands
They're cold as stone
Don't worry I'll hold yours in mine
And warm them
As you would do mine
When I'd run in to escape a winter's day
Are my hands warm
I put them by the fire
Yet yours continue to be blue
To think I'll never see your eyes again
I waited by your side
But they remained closed
I guess that was the final page in your book
And from now on it will remain close as well
But i took a few notes
So forgive me if I circle through them
At times
#family#parents#moms#kids#grandparents#death#cold#cold weather#warm and cozy#warmth#books#today on tumblr#poetry#writers and poets#thoughts of the day#life#writing#poetic#emotions
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Fearful Tyrant
I never feared my people so much
Then when they called for the death
of another
It made me realize that they
could call for my death in the
same manner
Such a thought terrified me
To my core
If i could make them lose
their minds from a few baseless
accusations, a couple scattered lies
One could do the same to me
It made me even more of a Tyrant
So I turned my iron hand
into one of tungsten
So that my people may never
Rise up
No one will do to me
What I've to them
That is how i live my life
In fear
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Heartless King
Every Death is a tragedy
Not to me
Every Death cannot be a tragedy to me
Only Death that was unfortunate
And Death that was meaningless
I hope to never give my soldiers a meaningless death
So my people call me heartless
That's fine, because they must be alive to do so
A peasant should never know the trouble's of their king
And I've been troubled for far too long
As long as your sons are home
Your daughters are home
Your wives are home
That's enough for me, I'll be heartless
Because my heart is this city
As long as my heart is safe
As long as your children are able to sing
I'll continue being your heartless king
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I love you I love you I love you
"I love You"
Emotions how fleeting they are
How often manipulated by the circumstance, the person, and at times our own delusion
How many Times have you told one that you loved them
Just for that love to dissipate
What a waste of time it all was
Have you ever asked yourself if it was love or lust you had for the person
Is it not love and just familiarity
They are pointless questions the same
Because the former is usually accompanied by the latter
So I hope you never ask it
It will just bring doubt to your mind
And once inside your mind, it's hard to navigate that maze
While in there you can fall deeper in love, out of love, and back in love again
Now how useless was that hour spent
Don't doubt your love, Past, Present, or Future
You had your reasons at the time
Love is Beautiful
Even if the one who received it is regrettable.
Theata
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Algea
Sometimes you can't judge yourself using other's morals. People will say your wrong and maybe you are wrong. But humans are animals just like any other. We just have the ability to recognize and improve ourselves. But any animal gets lost in comfort, after all comfort is comfortable isn't it. So we lose ourselves, we lose our way. But we can navigate our way back.
Except there's no map back, no GPS. But there's no need for one. There is only one path, laid right in front of you, but every step on that path you feel the glass beneath your feet. Like the mermaid, who apparently was only skin deep. The question is will you stand there in comfort.
The pain will help you grow, but it's painful isn't it. You don't have to walk the path, it's your free choice. But one day you may be thrown forward. On that day you will wish you had walked the path and became familiar with the pain. For you I hope such a day will never come.
Maybe that's what they try to teach us, the people who hurt us. The people who yell at us, the one's who instruct us to be disciplined. They try to get us to walk down the path ourselves. Instead of being pulled along the path because as you stood in your comfort you missed the rope wrapped around your waste.
When the rope begins to pull you can't fight it and you can't see who's pulling the rope at the end. Until it's too late and you see the person who pulled the rope was you. A different you, someone who looks like you but you can't face that version of you. Because the pain is too unfamiliar, it is too agonizing. It's hard to make out the silhouette behind the tears in your eyes.
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Worthless Time
Be quick, but not in a hurry
75 winters may not seem like much
But there are 27,000 days in between
A day is so short
But you can try to make each hour better than the last
How many times will you see the flowers bloom
Maybe slow your stride and take in the sight
Our 24hrs are the same, we know this is not the case
But maybe you can carve out 4hrs in a day
After six is it not 24hrs the same
Think of what you can do in your extra day
Be quick and meaningful to not let it slip away
But no need to rush too much
After all you have an 8th day
A lot of seconds in an hour, but minutes far fewer
So while seconds seem worthless
Those minutes are precious
But don't be afraid to take a few of those precious minutes for yourself
For what's precious in an hour is worthless in a day
What's precious in a day is worthless in a week
What's precious in a week is worthless in a month
And what's precious in a month is worthless in a year
But when you add up all that worthless time you took for yourself
You will realize how precious that year was once it has left.
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To see behind the screen
What is your religion. I highly doubt it's god ,not in this world we live in today. Is it the almighty dollar. Did it whisper to you of all the pleasantries it could bring. Willing to decrease your moral worth for an increase in net worth. Money that you believe can buy you anything. Except an escape from death, though the casket will shine brilliant. The money may allow to run a bit longer, a bit farther, but your end is the same.
Willing to poke holes in your soul if it means a new area code. Nicer toys to play with and a nicer car to cry in. When you feel all alone, because in your degradation, you forgot who you were. Now everyone's a fraud for not knowing the real you. But where is the real you. The "real" you that you want us to see behind the theatrics. You claim it's not the one on the screen that we stream daily it seems. But the you on the screen has blended with your life without you noticing. To us you are nothing more than that maniac, that harlot, that comedian, that awkward silence. What more would you have me think of you. When I have only seen that side. But at least the money is nice, right? Oh, but you want respect as well. Want me to respect you, when I haven't seen respect for yourself. Maybe speak to the money, it could be your confidant. Pray to it, that things may become better. Another car may help. Or maybe the money just isn't enough, no matter how much.
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Beauty of Silence
To sit in silence, How I forgot what to do in it. I wonder if we need some noise to drown out that buzzing in our ears. That ringing in our ear that is left over. When the phone's off, the speaker dies, yet that silent screech is heard from ear to ear. How noisy silence has become.
Maybe that ringing is the celebration of our ears to finally take a break. Electronics replaced by the soothing sound of the wind, the lullaby of the rain hitting the window. How pleasant those sounds are. Sounds that can only be appreciated in silence. When was the last time you were in silence.
Not to sleep, but to think. The silence that allows you to be in the moment. To let yourself be intertwined with the world around you. We've come to fear silence. Preferring a storm heard over a speaker, then to sit silently listening from shelter.
The silence scares me as well. I don't know what thoughts might come with it. Because I haven't known silence for long. So once I'm in it's presence, my mind finally feels its opportunity to fully manifest. I guess because it has missed silence, it's old friend.
Theata
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Finem Habeo
They wanted her to fight, But all she wanted was rest
A long life is never an easy one
Who are we to deny them their eternal retirement
Cause what do we now of how many steps they took
How many battles they fought
How many people they lost
How many times they wanted to give up
What's the point to continue running when you reached the finish line
It's OK to have a seat and catch your breath
What dream did you see for your finale
Were you able to smile one last time
Do you now get to say hello to who you told goodbye
Well until our next hello, Goodbye
I hope you'll be waiting for me at the finish line
Theata.
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It's Not My Fault
It’s not my fault, I didn’t help but you didn’t either.
I could have reached out my hand.
But I was terrified if I didn’t have enough strength to pull you from that ledge
It’s not my fault, their choices are theirs alone.
I wish they had ran to someone, but why couldn’t someone have ran to them instead.
And pulled them off that path where the void’s voice calls so sweetly
It’s not my fault I know it truly isn’t
Yet why do I feel like part of my heart’s missing
How many word’s could have saved them, maybe just two (It’s Okay), (I’ll listen)
It’s not my fault, I’m not the reason they chose to leave
But I wish I would’ve been the reason they chose to stay.
For that I would have had no problem taking blame.
#suicide#today on tumblr#poetry#writers and poets#life#sad thoughts#sad poem#sad poetry#sad quotes#feeling#longing#missing you#heartbroken#poetic
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The Greatest Lie is Known by None
Don't ask me what's wrong or Right.
Ask Me, "what's the better story"
My actions today won't matter in 100 years
Because they won't know in 100 years
The lie I tell now, will become the story told
That story will become truth
And that truth will become a legend
The end justifies the means
It always has, it always will
You don't have to call me a good man
I'm not, I'm an idealist
A good man can change policy
An idealist can change regimes
Our ideal may start with a fabrication
Does that make it any less real
If that lie creates the greatest empire
It is the greatest lie ever told
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The Greatest Lie is known by none
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Blue-Tinted Letter
My fair lady where have you gone. It's been years now since I saw the light disappear from your eyes. At that same time the light dimmed in mine. I dream of you, you know. Your hand in mine. yet when I awake you're not by my side. I struggle to keep the warmness that dream had. But it still fades. Even in spirit you tease me. How did I put up with such an eccentric. How I wish you'd hold me again, that you'd kiss me one more time. I wish to be with you, but this life isn't done with me yet. Please do wait for me. Do not reincarnate too soon, I don't know if I'm strong enough for that game of hide and seek. But you'll find me I'm sure. You always do. Until we meet again I'll try to be the man you loved. But it's hard, after all I was only that man because you were with me.
Theata
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Shattered Heart
I liked every post and commented on most, in the hopes that we would toast.
Over a dinner that's simple, for I'm not a big spender.
But For her I'd spend my last, I just wish that my last didn't come so fast.
What can I give you, my heart, after all it only beats for you.
As we sit across this table, we chat as 1s but I'd like for us to be two.
If you'd grab my hand It'd be warm to the touch, hot enough to melt the morning snow.
As I looked into your eyes I already seen a life in which we grow old.
My love only growing, each year better than the last, cause each year is more time spent with you.
But you don't feel for me the same do you.
My heart bleeding on the table, but yours pristine, without even a nick.
How can I start a flame with wood burned from frost.
I thank you for giving my love a day, for this world that's usually gray, was bright and sunny today.
The possibility of our love has it ever crossed your thoughts.
I said thank you for giving me a day, but It may take more to piece together.
My Shattered Heart.
Theata
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Dark Winter Night
I lay to sleep on a cool winters night and I bring the covers close with all my might. The comfort I feel with the blankets so tight is throwed off by one thing that's in my sight.
Even in the darkness of my room I noticed one thing loom
My door opened slightly... And as I continue to stare it seems to be open slightly more. It's bothering me to my core, how the door seems to be open slightly and slightly more.
Though this comfort I adore, it comes in my mind.... To get up and close the door.
Though my rooms dark, I see darkness seeping in, I try to ignore again and again, the more I try the more darkness seeps in
Now I'm in my head, scared to move from my bed, so the path to close my door is one I won't tread
I'm scared of what's in the darkness.... A hand that may grasp me.
So I stay under my blankets where I'm sure nothing can catch me
So my door shall stay ajar, though it's not far, For I'm scared.... Scared of darkness's avatar.
The avatar I do not know, but the whispers I hear sure, or maybe it's the sound of the snow outside hitting the floor.
Why did it have to be a winter night, when I'm wrapped so tight, does the darkness have to show all it's might.
The snow illuminates the ground, but my blinds are down, so none of it's light reaches my door.
I'm scared of darkness's allure and if the light reached a bit more, so that I'd be sure.... Sure that nothing is waiting at the crack of my door.
Theata
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