written on 10/11/20
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he bears false witness
intentionally prying
desperate for something to be jumbled
so he can pretend to mend the pieces
glamorous phrases
meant to hide their lack of meaning
disguised in beauty
though they are nothing
frustration pours out of the mouth of the deceitful
screaming that they be understood
though every vision
is an illusion
hidden in extravagance
why pretend you are above everyone else?
certainly you must know you are far below
for you to think like this
build yourself up in a kingdom of lies
and tear down the quiet homes that reside underneath
though they never did anything to you
their silent presence is deafening to you
they must be revoked
for they threaten every fiber of your identity
we stand silently and that scares you
it must be our fault we can't understand
your beautiful words
that obviously no one has spoken before
i see now
how scared you must be, to become nothing,
that you scream as loud as you can
so no one will let you die
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it boggles my mind how much someone can talk and have it all mean nothing. and really think they did something as if no one else has thought or said what they did before. try to have a goodnight my dears i'll try but it isn't going as well as i planned.
YOU ARE READING
folie
Poetryjournal-like entries taken from my journal filled with poems and tales that might not make much sense to you. read if you don't mind it, though.
