Deceptive Beauty

August 9, 2010 at 2:33 am (Poetry) (, , , , , )

What a beautiful thing it is to lie,

A well crafted web of intricacies,

A magnificent and misleading façade,

And what of the liar?

A painter of falsehoods,

A sculptor of hyperbole,

Who but a genius could weave such a story?

A splendid deception,

A perfect untruth,

And who, you may ask, is telling you this?

An injured party?

A liar in denial?

If not them, than who?

The master of pretending,

The lover of tall tales,

The grand illusionist herself.

At your service.

***I have had a problem as a compulsive liar in the past, and I still slip up sometimes.  This poem is my confession, as well as an expression of my feelings about lying.

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Puddles and Cobblestones

June 29, 2010 at 4:25 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Traveling down a cobblestone road,

I’ve seen it before

Crumbling with green in the cracks

Ahead there is a shining tower

That beckons the lost and longing.

I stumble, and see the tower

Reflected in a shallow puddle.

Mirrored in the water

The tower no longer shines

But blends with the water and sky.

I will leave this road

That is taking me no where

I will leave the puddles and cobblestones

Only be sure that I will return

Inevitably.

***I wrote this after I had a very strange dream in which I was in a crumbling city full of reflective puddles.  It was inspiring for sure, but still quite creepy.

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Denim Heart

April 14, 2010 at 3:07 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , )

A denim heart

Rough, tough to tear

Protective and reliable

Hard to rip

This denim heart

was not always so

Hard to break

Look closer

See the seams

See the patches

This denim heart

repaired with thread and linen

is not so

Hard to shatter

For though denim it is

on the outside

There is glass underneath

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