Lies Stories
Stop!
Please just stop!Stop!Stop the lies as they drip from your fingertipsStop!The hurt that your words causeStop! Judging people you don't knowStop!Being selfish because your hurtStop!Antagonizing the innocentStop!Hiding and show yourselfStop!Just stop!
Talk is cheap that is true; A lesson learned from loving you; You lead me on so subtly;You hold me close though set me free; You say you love me though I wonder why; When I see the truth within your eyes; You know the game, you play it well;It's hard to k...
what he suffers
what he suffers everydayThe words just don’t come out. Never knowing what to say. The pain within you pours out,but no one sees it. You write your shame painfully over your body. Memories and painful words Play over like a song. You live like no one can harm you,but you’re just...
Step Nine, Making Amends
Family drama of disrespect and lies that leads to homelessnessStep Nine, Making Amends When I was young, I did realize what was going on with my "Mother". Now I know she never really loved my brother and me. First of all, I confess that I was a difficult child. But my brother was perfect. No, that's not just everybo...
You filled my ears with lies You played such a gameIt shouldn't have been a surprise I am to blame I fell for it Hook line and sinker Believed it all What was I thinking You became my best friendAnd then I loved you soHours and hours spend togetherI c...
I don't miss the dramaThe who is f%*#% whoThe "friends" who lie behind each others backAnd have nothing better to do I didn't lie about my ageAnd make myself 20 years youngerOr act like a character on stage Faking the hungerI was realI laid my heart out o...
Angels don't sing
Love someone so much but never notice their lies until you finally open your eyes to the truthEvery single word you ever told me was a lie.I can't trust you,but I may try before I turn insane!Don't smile slut,this doesn't mean nothing.You're dead to me!People around you see a perfect melody,but I see the truth.You're just an ugly two face!I can't...
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Trust, A Broken Promise
What Does A Promise Mean To You?A promise. What is a promise? What does it mean to you? Do you make them? Do you keep them? I think we all do. We all know them. We all make them. We all keep them. But then there is those who make them, and don’t keep them. No matter the reason, they fin...
the deceiver
deceived by the word love(4/12/13) She sat in the bedroom window with tears in her eyes How could she have believed all his lies? He told her he loved her, he told her he cared And her life he wanted to share. He held her, and kissed her as her passions grew At exactly the right...
The Voice in my Head
Why do these things happen? Why do I hear such things in my mind?They hate you, they will always hate you.Its your fault too, because they don't understand you.How could they? They never take the time to understand;that the pain in your heart is suffocating you.You're way too nice, and hang around them.They smile too a...
Fake
Resurrected from the archives of my youth.It's an endless circle.A cycle that has a futile end right from the beginning.To act otherwise than who you aremakes the reaction the same then both parties leavewondering where the truth liesbut it doesn't.
From Sisyphus: Myths
Sisyphus singing to the stars speaks of the truth and lies of mythsThese stories told and told across the agesare listened to and tell of times when gods and mighty kings and queensdabbled with our ordinary lives.These stories come from fading memoriestrying to remember what was true.Some were sung by poetswho made versi...
Stress Lies Repression Devilish
A confused young man, in love, surrounded by LadsSo I tried to write you a love song, but it sounded like vomit, so I quickly and dully put any prospect of even private self-expression into the dustbin with all my other shite ideas, those piles and piles of scrunched up balls of paper building up into m...
PrologueMy body shook with silent laughter as he ran his fingers down my back. He flipped me over and stared down at me adoringly.“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was husky and smelt of cloves. He must have taken up smoking again. I didn’t answer him wi...