Dishonesty

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Use the mind of a criminal and think of brilliant ways to deceive someone or trick them etc. A mastermind, in a way.

Thank you

Ashe

First she broke my heart, left me for dead
Made me swear off loving other women forever

Then I met you, got all swept up in your strong masculine arms
Reminding me of early girlish lust before I came out of my closet

Our love was refreshing, oddly innocent
Making me feel almost traditional, all hetero

Till I discovered you with her, my bitch femme fatale
Entwined in each other's arms all Snow White and her Woodsman

Our eternal triangle was perfect, all corners seduced by the other two
Still one must lose, and that one was me, or so we all thought

So I recuddled my blade, sought relief in cutting
Till my aim went lower, seeking permanence

As I laid there bleeding, I though I'd found peace
Till I survived a severing so unsurvivable

When I awoke, recovered, and healed I found new purpose
Seeking vengenance on my pair of unfaithful lovers

The perfect plan was schemed and hatched
Her poisoned death and your proper framing

In the end it feel into place so flawlessly
Sitting at the back of the courtroom during your sentencing

Hearing you proclaim your innocence, deny your crime
Your crackling voice so full of dishonesty

In the end it was you both who lost, deservingly so
For foolishing confusing submission with weakness

Thank you for your entry!

Can you deceive yourself in the poem?  

Lighter,  for a change

Lighter for a change,
My disposition is betraying me
Making me a fool
Pleasantly mocking my judgement  
 
This is happiness
 
A suiting word.
For a coward like me.
 
If there was a warm honeyed thought
reverberating with kindness
that would be me
 
Who would have ever thought?
 
Following the passage to the ocean
I'm contented with possibilities
Satisfaction a step away
 
Did you know that you could find
the moon in the sea?
I heard that lyrically uttered,
Hit me, made curiosity flow.
 
For I am gleeful, joyous,
I won't hold this in skepticism
I'll free my mind to explore
 
For there is not a darkening malice
Clouding in my mind
A change from me, I know,
How confusing
How uplifting to my mood
 
Back to the moon.  
 
If the moon is in the sea,
Then I'd like to find it.
Good-natured that I am
With brimming content
 
I think that in that event
nothing can go wrong,
I will step into the cold waters.
 
How refreshing as the caressing undertow
pulls me in for an embrace.
 
It is all good to me because,
for once I am happy,
which makes me immortal
In a sense?
 
I'd like to think so.
 
The sky becomes a distant memory  
the current sweeping me away
It's ok
 
I want to find the moon,  
though lack of oxygen
could affect me
 
if I believed in such dark consequences
 
For now I think I'll just see  
where this leads.
 
As my mind becomes
lighter for a change,  
light headed?
I see bursting sparks.
 
These should be stars, they're beautiful
as stars should be.
 
I want to see the moon
At the bottom of the aphotic zone,
surely it would be hidden
 
Where light cannot penetrate?
 
Well I'll make it there,  
for I see the stars,  
and I'm sinking,  
Down to the abyss
 
Sinking in regards to myself.
I realize I cannot breathe
This would be alarming,
If it wasn't such an intriguing thought
 
To embrace outer space  
in the comforts of your own bottomless pit
 
I always wanted to be an astronaut
 
Now I'm living the dream
 
How lucky am I?
 
My lungs are searing
My thoughts blurring
But if only I ride the current deeper
 
I'm not often this careless
It feels good
To cast aside my hardened shell
In search of gratification
In the wanderings of my psyche
 
I'm so glad that I decided to let go,  
To embrace bliss
 
To allow myself that one glimpse  
Of something that could truly
Render me obsolete
 
It will be all right
For even a 1000 feet of water
weighing down on me
 
stealing my breath
cracking my lungs
freezing my blood
 
Couldn't kill me
could it?
 
not in this new found cheerfulness
Nothing could go this wrong
As to die under the waves
 
Searching for the moon
 
At least let me see it once
Before I succumb
 
There's so much pressure
Constricting me
 
Just let me see it
Just once.
 
I want to say I discovered something
Something astonishing
The universe unfolding around me
 
But I can't
I just can't...
 
comprehend
 
There's no pattern
no process
 
Only cold
bitter, treacherous realization
 
How could I have been so stupid?
To allow myself contentment?
 
To believe that it could exist?
 
If there is a moon in the sea
It has lead me astray,
Condemning me
 
Punishing me as it tightens it's grip
For having hope
 
It wrenches from my lungs
The last feeble breath I had left
Simultaneously crushing me  
Without remorse.
 
Blackness settles in,
My heart struggles, in denial  
The sun is too far away
 
Too much water overhead to rise
Out of this grave.
 
This is the most painful thing I've ever felt
Betrayed by the moon
I close my eyes,
 
I never saw anyway, no point now
 
I know the end is coming
I can feel the damnation spreading
Drowning...
 
dying...
 
gone
 
All is gone
 

This is a little old. Hope you don't mind

May this be an old poem?

firedaughter said:May this be an old poem?
yes. and as for deceiving yourself, yes.

This is a story about a female Ronin from the days of Feudal Japan who not only literally got away with murder... but who also lost her memory while committing the crime. As a result, she has been deceived by her buried guilt into believing she is someone else entirely. Someone who happens to have been her victim! I call this dark and twisted tale: "Lady Ronin"

- Lady Ronin -

In the winter of a certain year, a Ronin wandered lost,
Amidst the woodlands of the Nara region’s borders…
Without a lord to serve, nor a sponsor to pay the cost.
No one could say what thoughts in such a heart stirs…
But he wandered onward, and after a time was found,
When a solitary maiden, chanced upon his errant path.
Yet she was strange; her feet touched not the ground!
She lashed out at him with cruel claws, and red wrath.
But each time she slashed at him, she passed through,
Like a ghost out of legend, insubstantial as is a dream!
The warrior jumped back, not believing this was true,
And in that instant the maiden began to shrilly scream.
It was then the Ronin noticed a nearby fresh spring…
Hot amidst the cold air: its’ waters the color of blood.
Within it was some jewelry: a necklace and ruby ring,
Not far from which lay a fork-like branch of wood…
Which the warrior used: to retrieve those two baubles.
As they cooled in the snow, the maiden disappeared,
But that was not the end, of all the warrior’s troubles.
Had he known the truth, he would have truly feared!

The Ronin wore the necklace and the ring, and soon,
He walked into a nearby town, hoping to rest easy…
Whilst night descended, and out came the full moon.
It was too soon to be safe, too soon for any victory!
Removing his helmet, he noticed his face changed…
Feminine, and beautiful, like that of a porcelain doll.
It was that maiden’s face; the maid he now became!
He let out a scream; it was her voice that, did call…
As the innkeeper rushed, to see him as he now was.
Thinking the Ronin must have been female before…
But in disguise, the innkeeper made not further fuss.
Even when the lady warrior fled, out the inn’s door!
Running back to the place, where the spring did lie,
To cast the necklace and the ring back to the water.
But doing so did not cause this enchantment to die!
Now and ever more he was no son, but a daughter.
Fearing he was possessed: by the maiden, he acted,
Unsheathing his sword in order to end his very life…
But in the last minutes his resolve was so distracted.
Nearby lay a dead Ronin slain by some act of strife!

Reaching out to touch the dead warrior, just to see,
The living Ronin’s hands passed through it so fast…
And then her memory returned, setting her will free.
The lady Ronin remembered, the truth of her past…
She had always been a maiden disguised as a man,
Wandering the land seeking to find her truest fame.
The ghosts were memories, beyond her command,
Trying thus to light her way like some guiding flame.
She had lost her memory, when struck in a battle…
Where she slew a male Ronin, stealing his jewelry.
This was where he fell, uttering a loud death rattle!
He fell into that hot spring, in a gruesome indignity.
There lay his corpse, with his jewelry so returned!
Nothing was left here to be done except, to leave.
And so, the lady Ronin left him dead, and burned,
Walking away from her crime, with a sigh of relief.
She needed not those accursed baubles, that bad,
So the warrior woman returned to the town’s inn.
The jewelry became cursed, and drove men mad,
Because of one lady Ronin and her forgotten sin!

Kou_Indigo said:This is a story about a female Ronin from the days of Feudal Japan who not only literally got away with murder... but who also lost her memory while committing the crime. As a result, she has been deceived by her buried guilt into believing she is someone else entirely. Someone who happens to have been her victim! I call this dark and twisted tale: "Lady Ronin"

- Lady Ronin -

In the winter of a certain year, a Ronin wandered lost,
Amidst the woodlands of the Nara region’s borders…
Without a lord to serve, nor a sponsor to pay the cost.
No one could say what thoughts in such a heart stirs…
But he wandered onward, and after a time was found,
When a solitary maiden, chanced upon his errant path.
Yet she was strange; her feet touched not the ground!
She lashed out at him with cruel claws, and red wrath.
But each time she slashed at him, she passed through,
Like a ghost out of legend, insubstantial as is a dream!
The warrior jumped back, not believing this was true,
And in that instant the maiden began to shrilly scream.
It was then the Ronin noticed a nearby fresh spring…
Hot amidst the cold air: its’ waters the color of blood.
Within it was some jewelry: a necklace and ruby ring,
Not far from which lay a fork-like branch of wood…
Which the warrior used: to retrieve those two baubles.
As they cooled in the snow, the maiden disappeared,
But that was not the end, of all the warrior’s troubles.
Had he known the truth, he would have truly feared!

The Ronin wore the necklace and the ring, and soon,
He walked into a nearby town, hoping to rest easy…
Whilst night descended, and out came the full moon.
It was too soon to be safe, too soon for any victory!
Removing his helmet, he noticed his face changed…
Feminine, and beautiful, like that of a porcelain doll.
It was that maiden’s face; the maid he now became!
He let out a scream; it was her voice that, did call…
As the innkeeper rushed, to see him as he now was.
Thinking the Ronin must have been female before…
But in disguise, the innkeeper made not further fuss.
Even when the lady warrior fled, out the inn’s door!
Running back to the place, where the spring did lie,
To cast the necklace and the ring back to the water.
But doing so did not cause this enchantment to die!
Now and ever more he was no son, but a daughter.
Fearing he was possessed: by the maiden, he acted,
Unsheathing his sword in order to end his very life…
But in the last minutes his resolve was so distracted.
Nearby lay a dead Ronin slain by some act of strife!

Reaching out to touch the dead warrior, just to see,
The living Ronin’s hands passed through it so fast…
And then her memory returned, setting her will free.
The lady Ronin remembered, the truth of her past…
She had always been a maiden disguised as a man,
Wandering the land seeking to find her truest fame.
The ghosts were memories, beyond her command,
Trying thus to light her way like some guiding flame.
She had lost her memory, when struck in a battle…
Where she slew a male Ronin, stealing his jewelry.
This was where he fell, uttering a loud death rattle!
He fell into that hot spring, in a gruesome indignity.
There lay his corpse, with his jewelry so returned!
Nothing was left here to be done except, to leave.
And so, the lady Ronin left him dead, and burned,
Walking away from her crime, with a sigh of relief.
She needed not those accursed baubles, that bad,
So the warrior woman returned to the town’s inn.
The jewelry became cursed, and drove men mad,
Because of one lady Ronin and her forgotten sin!

Little did you know that anything to do with Feudal Japan, is one of my favorite things in the world.
I thank you very much!

bloody_ashe said:[quote-123406-Kou_Indigo]This is a story about a female Ronin from the days of Feudal Japan who not only literally got away with murder... but who also lost her memory while committing the crime. As a result, she has been deceived by her buried guilt into believing she is someone else entirely. Someone who happens to have been her victim! I call this dark and twisted tale: "Lady Ronin"

- Lady Ronin -

In the winter of a certain year, a Ronin wandered lost,
Amidst the woodlands of the Nara region’s borders…
Without a lord to serve, nor a sponsor to pay the cost.
No one could say what thoughts in such a heart stirs…
But he wandered onward, and after a time was found,
When a solitary maiden, chanced upon his errant path.
Yet she was strange; her feet touched not the ground!
She lashed out at him with cruel claws, and red wrath.
But each time she slashed at him, she passed through,
Like a ghost out of legend, insubstantial as is a dream!
The warrior jumped back, not believing this was true,
And in that instant the maiden began to shrilly scream.
It was then the Ronin noticed a nearby fresh spring…
Hot amidst the cold air: its’ waters the color of blood.
Within it was some jewelry: a necklace and ruby ring,
Not far from which lay a fork-like branch of wood…
Which the warrior used: to retrieve those two baubles.
As they cooled in the snow, the maiden disappeared,
But that was not the end, of all the warrior’s troubles.
Had he known the truth, he would have truly feared!

The Ronin wore the necklace and the ring, and soon,
He walked into a nearby town, hoping to rest easy…
Whilst night descended, and out came the full moon.
It was too soon to be safe, too soon for any victory!
Removing his helmet, he noticed his face changed…
Feminine, and beautiful, like that of a porcelain doll.
It was that maiden’s face; the maid he now became!
He let out a scream; it was her voice that, did call…
As the innkeeper rushed, to see him as he now was.
Thinking the Ronin must have been female before…
But in disguise, the innkeeper made not further fuss.
Even when the lady warrior fled, out the inn’s door!
Running back to the place, where the spring did lie,
To cast the necklace and the ring back to the water.
But doing so did not cause this enchantment to die!
Now and ever more he was no son, but a daughter.
Fearing he was possessed: by the maiden, he acted,
Unsheathing his sword in order to end his very life…
But in the last minutes his resolve was so distracted.
Nearby lay a dead Ronin slain by some act of strife!

Reaching out to touch the dead warrior, just to see,
The living Ronin’s hands passed through it so fast…
And then her memory returned, setting her will free.
The lady Ronin remembered, the truth of her past…
She had always been a maiden disguised as a man,
Wandering the land seeking to find her truest fame.
The ghosts were memories, beyond her command,
Trying thus to light her way like some guiding flame.
She had lost her memory, when struck in a battle…
Where she slew a male Ronin, stealing his jewelry.
This was where he fell, uttering a loud death rattle!
He fell into that hot spring, in a gruesome indignity.
There lay his corpse, with his jewelry so returned!
Nothing was left here to be done except, to leave.
And so, the lady Ronin left him dead, and burned,
Walking away from her crime, with a sigh of relief.
She needed not those accursed baubles, that bad,
So the warrior woman returned to the town’s inn.
The jewelry became cursed, and drove men mad,
Because of one lady Ronin and her forgotten sin!

Little did you know that anything to do with Feudal Japan, is one of my favorite things in the world.
I thank you very much![/quote]

My pleasure, Ashe! Anything Feudal Japan-related is one of my passions as well.

i shall not meet your steady eyes


i shall not meet your steady eyes
nor listen to your silent cries
love me, love me, love me, love me
or else i'll surely die

i've believed your eyes too many times
only to get disappointment in return
so i shall pass by quietly
lest i once again get burned

I AM YOUR STALKER


I am a woman
     Who stalks men
     You would not think so
     If you saw the way I dressed
     
For I am your Pollyanna
     Your Mary Poppins
     Your sweetheart from school
     Never would anyone think me cruel
     
     
I will befriend you so kindly
     For a predator can identify her prey
     Be your new friend in this big city
     It is easier this way
     

Come over some night
     Park the car in my driveway
     Have a meal with candle light
     Come sleep with me tonight
     

When you see me in the morning
     You are bright and happy
     Do not see the needle mark
     Because it is in the behind


You will never see me again
     But I have tagged you
     Like or a cat or a dog
     In a place you cannot remove
     
     
We will be watching what you do
     For we have programmed you
     See if we can make a person go nuts
     With stuff that makes LSD look like candy
     
     
One day you will crack open
     If not you, then someone else
     Until then I carry on the secret project
     Making men into killing machines.

No, Never

Quite ready to flirt
and buy in some candy
maybe to take in some
some-thing quite handy.

Stepping to lip sink
and sing song number three
he never saw coming
the target was he.

Broken the heart
of the King of the Art
of the heart breaking
fire brigade.

For never saw he
the Queen of All Hearts
and crimson flight
cut through the shade.

runningturtle87

I am honored to have been chosen as the winner for this fun, and cool, contest. Thanks for picking me, Ashe! And congratulations to Caliban for being chosen as the runner-up too.