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Lies
Lies consumed me, For what is truth but a hidden lie.
A fabricated thought, Just a word Painted in the fragile sky.
Illuminating off the stares, as the wind whispers through the trees,
and takes the dying words we starve to feed our field of Dreams.
Is it better to not of known, then to not have ever tried?
I've tried to tell a story about this something,
What's this something that we hide?
What are we but people, Just flesh and meat that breath,
Stitch my words with tiny needles, Prick my thoughts until they Bleed,
And Shake me from this earth, Then turn the lights down dim,
Though my eyes you see no life, I'm not home, but Please come in.
Welcome to what is, and to What it is to be.
Welcome to this lie we call reality.........................
A fabricated thought, Just a word Painted in the fragile sky.
Illuminating off the stares, as the wind whispers through the trees,
and takes the dying words we starve to feed our field of Dreams.
Is it better to not of known, then to not have ever tried?
I've tried to tell a story about this something,
What's this something that we hide?
What are we but people, Just flesh and meat that breath,
Stitch my words with tiny needles, Prick my thoughts until they Bleed,
And Shake me from this earth, Then turn the lights down dim,
Though my eyes you see no life, I'm not home, but Please come in.
Welcome to what is, and to What it is to be.
Welcome to this lie we call reality.........................
Published 21st Dec 2013
| Edited 12th Jan 2014
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21st Dec 2013 7:48am
You attempt to cover some very large themes in this short poem and I feel as though everything is everywhere here.. With no real sense of cohesion this piece falls apart. You make some very good points, however, I feel they need expanding and exploring to really show something here. You started with a good rhythm but it tailed off toward the end and I felt like you just, ran out of things to say after the first few lines.
21st Dec 2013 7:56am
My writes are abstract leaving it open for wonder. I don't like to finish a story that's the beauty of it. I didn't run out of things to say I said just what I felt. Some people that reads all of my work like baby doll understand the true meaning of my poems, but thank you for your comment.
21st Dec 2013 6:40pm
"A fabricated thought, Just a word Painted in the fragile sky."<--such a beautiful and rich line.
I just adore your ink.... :) XO
I just adore your ink.... :) XO
21st Dec 2013 6:59pm
Thank you so much I no my work can be hard to understand so it makes me happy that you enjoyed it.
21st Dec 2013 7:02pm
And that is exactly it, maybe reality is just a lie, no one truly knows. A thought provoking piece Darkheart and great write. :)
22nd Dec 2013 8:48am
personally, i like how abstract this is, given the subject matter.
a thought provoking write hun xo enjoyed.
a thought provoking write hun xo enjoyed.
22nd Dec 2013 12:26pm
28th Oct 2014 1:42pm
Interesting thoughts on our fabricated reality. Love the ending, it stitches it together nicely. :) Best - blue angel
3rd Nov 2014 4:10pm
