They feign empathy but are filled with apathy.
From duplicitous lips they speak words of understanding,
But in the deep pit of darkness they leave you standing;
Alone we are born and alone we die;
Alone we seek joy and alone we cry;
Alone we crawl through blue fires of suffering and are purified;
Alone we are redeemed with blue fires of resolve in our eyes;
For we know the treachery of their false sympathy;
Sweet lips throw poisonous daggers of hateful words upon discovery.
Tag: poem
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In the final act, illness is unveiled in its true ugliness, raw hideousness, and utter mercilessness; when blood flows from open veins and the eyes from behind which it lies, are bloodshot and teary from torment and unceasing cries.
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With whispers of sweet nothings
Lovers undressed her body,
But could never undress her soul.
The depths of her; her very essence,
They would never know. -
In love’s perpetuity we have found immortality.
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In the chill of fall winds, a child’s tears fall against cold skin.
Though he waited for hours for his father, he did not show, once again.
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Forever loved, she rests in their hearts eternally.
In death, she is resurrected through loving thoughts and precious memories.
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With tears, heavy hearts and labored breaths
They live somewhere in-between life and death. -
If tears should fall from my eyes when I look at you it is because I love you
If you should wake up to bouquets of burgundy roses it is because I adore you
If I should say Please don’t go, it is because I can’t live without you
If I should suddenly hold and kiss you it is because I’m drawn to you
If I should reach for you in my dreams it is because I need you
If I should tell you that you are my angel, know that my words are true.
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With feigned etiquette they appear to be delicate
But behind pleasantries they hide heinous inequities;
Vile words are masked by counterfeit smiles and insincere niceties.
