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Liar.
I shiver as you whisper
sweet nothings and “I Love You’s”
into my ear.
I’m slowly fading away,
can’t you hear my screams?
won’t you help?
I find that I’m alone.
Was I so naïve to think
you actually meant it?
Lies. All lies. Your lies poison me
and choke me like a
toxic gas in my lungs.
You’re a liar. But I’ll take what I can get
cuz you’re my only happiness
in this cruel, prejudiced thing we call life.
My only friend since I have long abandoned my friends
who helped block out the pain
brought numbness on the road
to redemption, recovery, to finding the light…
But I feel as if I’m slipping,
I’m on the edge again.
Will you catch me if I fall?
I shiver as you whisper
sweet nothings and “I Love You’s”
into my ear.
I’m slowly fading away,
can’t you hear my screams?
won’t you help?
I find that I’m alone.
Was I so naïve to think
you actually meant it?
Lies. All lies. Your lies poison me
and choke me like a
toxic gas in my lungs.
You’re a liar. But I’ll take what I can get
cuz you’re my only happiness
in this cruel, prejudiced thing we call life.
My only friend since I have long abandoned my friends
who helped block out the pain
brought numbness on the road
to redemption, recovery, to finding the light…
But I feel as if I’m slipping,
I’m on the edge again.
Will you catch me if I fall?
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From the legend contained
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Shifting them like heavy earthen vessels,
Unwieldy things whose numbers and circumferences
Exceed the breadth of my arms and quantity of hands
And whose sounds hit heavy
When they land,
Sometimes beautiful even when they’ve broken.
Reworking them in combinations
I have once heard spoken,
I’m not particularly successful
At keeping the cadence.
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Is second nature to them,
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My first language.
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Return to the world
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I appreciate sincerity, integrity and honesty in poetry and literature in general. The thing about many poems is that you can't read the poet behind them, most of the time it's an illusion, a fassade of words that hides the real person. This poem reveals a little bit of you as a writer, and it shows along with the poem itself you. That's why this poem touched me on first read.
The second thing that touched me was the most beautiful first stanza, which was simply wonderful in how you wrote it... touching and vivid, and so intense. Really beautiful work on that one. For me the poem from that point on is sometimes beautiful and intense, other times a little bit off.
Some of the line breaks don't quite sit well for me, like -
who helped block out the pain and
brought numbness long ago on the road
the word "and" kind disrupt the strong feel of "the pain", I would just drop it out, and changed a little bit of the "long ago on the road" punctuation because it feels a little off to read.
But all those changes won't change the fact that this is a well written good poem, just intensify the experience.
The second thing that touched me was the most beautiful first stanza, which was simply wonderful in how you wrote it... touching and vivid, and so intense. Really beautiful work on that one. For me the poem from that point on is sometimes beautiful and intense, other times a little bit off.
Some of the line breaks don't quite sit well for me, like -
who helped block out the pain and
brought numbness long ago on the road
the word "and" kind disrupt the strong feel of "the pain", I would just drop it out, and changed a little bit of the "long ago on the road" punctuation because it feels a little off to read.
But all those changes won't change the fact that this is a well written good poem, just intensify the experience.