and when you strip away the words, the verbal gild,
what you get is naked truth
shivering on the floor with her coat taken off
in nothing but her underwear
because people talk too much
they build truth palaces
give her gold and jewels and
make-up
until the palace gets so big
and the masks so bright
that you can't see truth anymore
better put her in a house
a little wooden house in the woods
where simple folk could visit her
see truth
because truth isn't something you can keep to yourself
it's alive, she's alive
and she doesn't want to be a kept girl anymore
A contest entry
- simple by Melissa Gayle.
360 points, ended September 24, 2007, 15 entries
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Beautiful....Truth is like that! Some people build up a false truth to sound so grand, instead of seeing the beauty of real truth. Speaking real truth shouldn't be kept, and that is what should be allowed to grow! I loved this poem! EXCELLENT
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Hee, *blushes* thanks
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'shivering on the floor with her coat taken off'
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great piece of poetry but i don't think personally that it's all that simple
best of luck in the contest. be well and be blessed
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Interesting take
I like this! Great analogy. Good luck in the contest.
*PEACE*
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