deepundergroundpoetry.com

When the Lies Became Truth

When I wanted to be desired,
     I made myself unavailable,
Those who were attracted did not see the truth,
Those not interested were sometimes inquisitive,
When I’d spit out a lie and spun it out with proof.
I’d play coy seemingly reserved and quiet,
But inside I was a riot of lust and wordplay,
Much to their surprise their eyes lit up,
When I’d make them smile with elusive display.
“Oh you write poems?” they’d ask curiously,
As the anger played out like profound heartache,
“I try” I’d say bashful and shy averting my eyes,
With a twister inside ready for an outbreak.
I was stuck in a paradox inside an open box,
When the lies became truth tactless and uncouth,
But it was a game I played without moral aim,
When I was a stubborn and cantankerous youth.
Author's Note
For the Linguistics Paradox comp
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4 reading list entries 3
comments 6 reads 699
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:33am by DCLXVI_1989
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:41am by Louismatteo349
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:19pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 11:05pm by Grace