You speak to me of honesty and truth
Yet you spit the seeds of lies across the room
You talk of untruths spoken by people close to you
Yet you speak mouthfuls of lies at every sitting
You talk endlessly of how you were wronged
Yet you deny people the prize of your time
You speak of how you were tricked into doing what they wanted
Yet you manipulate me endlessly
You speak of friendship and love
Yet you hoard both like gold bricks
You speak words of love to me
Yet you use and twist love into obsession
You say you need me more than air
Yet you push me away with each of your untrue words...
Please tell me what you think
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not bad
gold bricks, seeds of lies, love into obsession, prize of your time, ....., very good, i like that. it was a good poem, a mad search for truth in a less than desirable relationship. it was great, and when you have worked upon your cadence your poetry will get even better and less, as is all to often the case, prose-like. well done
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Awesome
I love your layout and you thoughts were well presented. I love the things you write anyway and always. But, I may be prejudiced. Even so, thank you for sharing your talent. You are blessed with a gift.
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Well done. I like the confrontational tone to this poem. I tend to write like you do. All at once in a single setting. Nice to know that I am not the only one that writes this way.
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Very well done a provacative write. Brings to mind the closing line to one of my early poems when I was deep in a philosophical quandry like yourself. Reads "it'sthe price we pay to sing and play the damn good moanin' blues." Happy trails neighbor.
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