Submissions by LachrymosePoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write to please myself, but if you do choose to read my works I hope you find them admirable.
The blue faced lady
She slowly began to loose all feeling,
She had not thought she'd actually lose hope,
The ambiguity of the situation was slowly depleting,
She only sought nirvana as she finally let go of the rope.
She had not thought she'd actually lose hope,
The ambiguity of the situation was slowly depleting,
She only sought nirvana as she finally let go of the rope.
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The lie of you.
The mind goes blank as the days go by
Where vast oceans turn to narrow rivers.
Judgement clouded by just some simple lie,
Simple words that send us to shivers.
I ask for how much innocents the stars have fooled
For the lies of wishes granted are only fabrication.
We go about our day unknowing that we be ruled,
By some proletarian sovereign of indistinct obligation.
Eyes to see perfidious commitment
To the unending ruse which we call fate
we stand to hope one day content
To know we won't, would be far too late.
For in this world...
Where vast oceans turn to narrow rivers.
Judgement clouded by just some simple lie,
Simple words that send us to shivers.
I ask for how much innocents the stars have fooled
For the lies of wishes granted are only fabrication.
We go about our day unknowing that we be ruled,
By some proletarian sovereign of indistinct obligation.
Eyes to see perfidious commitment
To the unending ruse which we call fate
we stand to hope one day content
To know we won't, would be far too late.
For in this world...
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Once the view is towards left.
When he was too dumb to separate,
What was real and what was farce.
When she was too blind to insinuate,
The emotion he's been showing was unique, scarce.
She just didn't want it.
When he had smiled and waited for every reply,
She had not even a speck of interest to spare.
When she looked at the messages and thought it was just another lie,
He'd tucked himself under his blanket, just plain out of despair.
He just had to push it.
When he finally said sorry for ever causing trouble,
She said it was all good, all alright.
Now he just...
What was real and what was farce.
When she was too blind to insinuate,
The emotion he's been showing was unique, scarce.
She just didn't want it.
When he had smiled and waited for every reply,
She had not even a speck of interest to spare.
When she looked at the messages and thought it was just another lie,
He'd tucked himself under his blanket, just plain out of despair.
He just had to push it.
When he finally said sorry for ever causing trouble,
She said it was all good, all alright.
Now he just...
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