In some endless suffocations,
we find meaning in their delusions,
the more you give, the more they take,
dented by their lives and their lies,
nothing is worth the substance of their fake facades,
Breaking point draws nearer to the horizon,
blistering the new-formed wings of chains,
in this open-ended fantasy they bleed you out inside,
their kisses bruising your feather skin,
nothing is worth the substance of their fake facades,
Endless out-casts assemble in some church-yard,
their lies devouring our truths,
they cast you out, lest they become weak and acommodating, salt-spilled honesty grieves the loss of you,
nothing is worth the sustance of their fake facades,
Author notes
"Dedicated to the light that can't find himself in the dark"
"I am reminded that people will cast you out in the openness that you give them..."
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Comments
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I love the background. I guess you figured that I might like stars since my name is trekkergirl... well you're right I do. As for the poem very well written. It flows very well. And kept my interests throughout it all. Thanks for sharing this and thanks for entering it into my contest.
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Thank You 4 Entering our Contest Project Un-Cliche
hi there and thankds for the entering the contest above and I am a judge for the contest above too and any ways this is a mighty well penned poem that has some good word useage mixed through out it. any ways good flow depth and word useage makes this an attractive entry. any ways thanks for entering and good luck in the contest and congrats on Bronze in the other contest -
Wow. Just wow. Now I believe you're the one who asked about the background. In some endless suffocations,
we find meaning in their delusions. That's amazing. I love the word Facade. this is a great poem. You did wonderfully. thanks for following the rules and entering. Good luck! ~ Kerri
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