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Truth

Posted: 28th October 2017 5:49am
poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Bleed Your Truth.. Let me feel you.. Honesty is fucking hard.. Stay true to yourself..
Truth


unholy birth
feeding on
demon milk
premature sin
tainted womb
calling out
forbidden
bastard sadist

pleasure dolls
eternal toys
sacred flesh
burning lust
pose them
into position
violating pieces
of humanity

pussy starved
ignorance
feeding off
violence
god-sized
egomaniac
attacking all
that’s pure

perish unto
societies rage
fuck court
and the unjust
blaming
governmental
appointed
cock suckers

anarchy
judgmental
living on
eternal hope
let me see
the truth
inject me
with truth




an example.. be yourself.. much respect..
























Dave

Posted: 28th October 2017 7:08am
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1873
Life of Mendacity

What have I come to be?
Living a life of mendacity
Where truth and honesty
Have fallen into ambiguity
In this world of alternative facts
Am I truly so deceived
That I no longer can discern
What is reality?
Or am I just another hypocrite
In a nation of hypocrisy?
Where liars tell lies
That that they can’t
Tell who’s telling a lie  

My question beguiles the fact
I’m in a living in a state
Of mendacious duplicity

Posted: 28th October 2017 11:18am
drone
drone
Tyrant of Words
Greece 10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2275
When it is centralized
and compartmentalized
when it is chained
behind closed doors
when it is brutalized
and stigmatized
then their truth
has now become
yours

Posted: 28th October 2017 11:22am
drone
drone
Tyrant of Words
Greece 10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2275
Truth
cannot be destroyed
only hidden
behind currupted doors
forced into a twisted corner
batterd and beaten
left hanging in chains
and there
it still remains
hidden
by denials wish
that this
skeletal abomination
of truth
should never allowed
to speak
to those WHO seek
the reasons why
we
our Children
have been
denied

Posted: 28th October 2017 10:42pm
Edited: 28th October 2017 10:50pm - edited 2 times
poet Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Spoken word entry, but the text can be found via the link back to my poem

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/284377-heres-the-answer-to-that/

Posted: 31st October 2017 8:49pm
poet Anonymous
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Posted: 31st October 2017 10:07pm
poet Anonymous
Great entries so far.. keep the truth flowing..

















Dave

Posted: 31st October 2017 11:13pm
poet Anonymous
Dave is there a limit on the entries each poet can submit?

Posted: 31st October 2017 11:16pm
poet Anonymous
Lady Taryn.. no more than two.. great question.. glad you asked..









































Dave

Posted: 1st November 2017 00:12am
poet Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/273717-excerpts-from-group-therapy-with/

Posted: 1st November 2017 00:12am
poet Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/288179-choices/

Posted: 1st November 2017 1:53pm
OxyMoronicMe
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
Dangerous Mind
Philippines 24awards
Joined 15th Feb 2016
Forum Posts: 1470

Truth — A Confusing Question.

 
Truth means what actually —
my personal belief or my visible deed,
my good intention or my bad execution,
what I do think or what I did say?

When I believe contrary to something,  but conform —
to norms, to mass opinions, to obliged to rules,
for normalcy, for concession, for the good citizenry,
against my conviction;
when I mean well,  but chose to be mean —
to make an impact, to be heard above,
the noise and break through a blinding illusion,
against my better judgment;
when my thoughts can't be said out loud —
for fastidiousness, for political correctness,
to be considerate, to be sensitive to opposing feeling,
against my sensibilities;
I second guess my own sincerity,
between options of neither nor;
why do I always end up doing either or —
regardless of regrets?

The truth is buried under the confusion,
of my everyday life decisions, redressing itself,
when I am faced with hurdles before a fork road,
I cross a line, to live another present reality —
until a different one comes;
my truth? Ask me again tomorrow,
or if and when I am less confused.


Written by OxyMoronicMe (G.L.)
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Posted: 1st November 2017 3:02pm
Edited: 1st November 2017 3:06pm
God-Is-In-The-Rain
God-Is-In-The-Rain
Gregory Rain
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 28th Oct 2016
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Lady Memories (written by God is in the Rain)


Rainy mornings lost in Dreams....
Whole room since so empty seems....
Coffe pours voices....
And so I am just lying....
Too Tired of Trying....
Life is full of choices....
But no matter what I pick....
I'll always seem like a prick....

Spiders and their webs in my hair....
Because that's where she still sleeps, Only there....
While I'm desperately trying to keep her alive....
Sinking in my fading memories....
In despairfull remedies....
Hope gave up, she'll never arrive....
Disappeared The Day my angel went back to heaven....
Gone... But never forgotten....

She cries from the sky....
Because she's so sorry she had to die....
The picture of her eyes this Rain releases....
The noises she makes in the bed....
But I know it's all just inside of my head....
Sometimes, you can't just pickup the pieces....
And go back home....
Not once heart turns into an empty tome....

So I try to say everything I still have to say....
Last chance before my world turns completely Grey....
Will to live is getting lazy....
From the lifeless thing I'm becoming....
Shadows start silently huming....
And I know I'm going crazy....
Feeling how sanitly slowly turns insane....
Because that's my life   -   The Book of Pain.

Posted: 2nd November 2017 4:11am
dejure
dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 17th Aug 2015
Forum Posts: 2880

My Madness Is My Sanity

.
  
   
   
The life of a sanity and insanity    
I can't see the difference    
when I'm looking at me    
   
I'm not blind,    
I can see    
I'm no inhuman    
I'm just another man    
   
But when I look at my reflection    
On YOUR mirror    
I see a hole right in the middle    
Where my heart is    
   
I don’t want you to wear my shoes    
Just try to look over your shell    
   
From yours  
To mine...  
   
Aren't we the same?    
   
Each;    
Uglier than the other    
Bloodier than the other    
Stickier than the other    
Fucked up than the other    
   
You are covered in contrast    
Mine is transparent    
   
And you say I'm MAD?    
   
   
   
Fuck you!  
   
   
   
.
Written by dejure (vick)
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Posted: 2nd November 2017 4:16am
float_on
float_on
Strange Creature
Joined 1st Nov 2017
Forum Posts: 3

nothing

I wake up in a bed.
I see nothing but darkness.
I smell nothing but my own vomit and the alcohol still lingering on his breath.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing but his lips.
I feel nothing but his hands.
I feel nothing but his tongue.
I feel nothing but his teeth.  
I feel . . . nothing.
I see curly hair.
I see bare shoulders.
I feel nothing.
I taste chewing tobacco.
I taste captain morgan.
I feel nothing.
I see his chest.
I see myself being pulled on top of him.
I feel nothing. I feel nothing. I feel nothing.
I see his eyes. I smell his sweat. I cannot move.
I feel nothing.
I am rolled onto my back.
I scratch and bite til I see blood.
He bends my wrists but I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
I get the strength to turn around.
I am pulled back.
I feel nothing.
I fall asleep.
I am nothing.
Written by float_on
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