Review my lies,

I tell them back,

They ask me how I’ve been.

Review my truth,

I hold my tounge,

And tell them how I’ve been.

I’ve been good,

I’ve been bad,

I don’t particulary care.

I’ve been here,

I’ve been there,

My lies go everywhere.

truuuth replied to your post: Not even a poem, just release.

beautiful

I’m not sure of that but thank you. 

I took the old pages out,

The parchment of wood,

And I soaked it with oil,

Burned it to soot.

I took the ashes,

Stuck them in a chest,

Locked four over,

For an undisturbed rest.

I dug a six foot hole,

And threw it down,

Filled it with cement,

It’s safe and sound.

It’s time to bury the hatch,

My ghosts have haunted me for years,

Leading to too many tears.

And keeping me from what I want,

I can’t feel love, so I can’t be loved,

And it’s not even that I’m cold hearted,

I’m just too scared to be hurt.

But now I’m going to fix it,

“I’m sorry” to those that deserve it,

“Go to hell” for those that deserve it.

With that off my chest,

I say goobye as I bury the pages.

And I tell her,

“I love you…”

I want to find the words,to tell you that I like you.But I don’t know how. I want to find the words to tell you that you’re beautiful. But again that’s too hard for me to do. All I have in this life are my words, and even then. They’re betraying me for you. They hold me down, and fill my lungs with coal. All to keep me quite so I don’t tell you.

                I can only speak in riddles around you. You’re spring for me as I am an ungrown flower. You are the earth to me, as I am a moon. My whole world revolves around you. And when you are the moon, I am the sea. Always at your beck and call. Without relation to me, you are a diamond. A white rose, beautiful but tragic. You’re piano cords in the Moonlight Sinatra. Momently I’m pondering how to word this. Pondering how I should tell you. You’re only a seat away. But it’s too difficult, so I won’t. I just wish I would.

Starlight falls upon her face,

As comets fall around our dance,

We come together cosmic beings,

Her light over my dark a lunar eclipse.

We stare into the abyss,

Though a whole planet apart,

We meet everyone in a while,

When ever we meet in orbit.

I have no other love,

She is my very first,

She’s probably the only one,

I’ll ever find in this universe.

My wall is up,

It’s made of stone,

To keep out the plague,

Known as pain.

There was a time,

It was made of clay,

But my friends,

They pulled the bricks away.

The king and queen,

They pulled me down,

Broke my innocence,

Never to be found.

Then the jester,

Such a fool,

He used me a escape goat,

Only just a tool.

The knight in shining armor,

He knew once true glory,

But broke his pact,

Another liar telling a story.

And finally the maiden,

A queen among women,

But unforgiving as a snake,

Thy cold hearted maiden.

And I am the bishop,

The forgiving son,

Who follows blindly,

Searching for the sun.

When I die I don’t want to be remebered,

At least not how the dead are today,

The dead live as false idols,

And a reminder of deaths many ways.

Usually we remember those that died,

In murders or suicide,

But I want to be remembered as me,

Not the way I died or as a lie.

I want to be remebered,

As a poet, friend, brother, and son,

Not the perfect angel everyone wants,

I hope they know that when I’m done.

I’m seeing red,

As fist fly like bullets,

Motors upon each others body,

Bayonets digging into flesh,

We grapple like bulls,

Then collide like bombs,

Knocking down all bystanders,

Their screams a background song.

As she walks through the door,

My breath is stolen,

An absence of her in my life,

And I’l be left heartbroken.

With each step she takes,

My breath is snuffed away,

For she’s coming towards me,

To ask about my day.

I stutter “Fine,”

How stupid and inconsiderate,

I quickly ask of hers,

Though I still sound like an idiot.

How do you tell someone you like them when you’re scared to? Because honestly I’ve never been scared to tell anyone, so this is new for me.

I was so worried she’d know,

Have seen through my disguise,

Gave an ear to my (Dumbass) friends,

But I also felt relief…

A weight lifted off my back,

I didn’t have to tell her now,

Even despite the concequences.

But she doesn’t know,

And the weight is back.

Maybe I have to tell her…

I have to tell her.

She’s as white as a corpse 25 days in,

Her hair is dirty, hanging like weeping willow,

Her eyes are green like moss, overgrown,

She’s skinny, a walmart bag as the wind blows.

-Man 1

Her smile is a inviting red line,

Her hands are delicitly small,

Her laugh is whimsical and appealing,

Though she’s short, her heart is tall.

-Man 2