

DeceptionIn any given situation deception may be the highest of saints or the lowest of sins, determined only by the eyes through which the gaze is cast. As guilt passes, carrying upon it the truth, we forget along with those on which we laid our blatant deception. The act of forgetting is seen as forgiveness by those who chose to deceive, when in truth it is merely the faded memory eventually drifting from the consciousness of those deceived. Deception made right. A beautiful thing, left to fester it may very well drive even the sanest of souls over the edge of the bottomless abyss labelled insanity. A place of great euphoria for those unaDeception


Urban love, Suburban hellDomesticity looms over a restless mind. awakened by the depth of the night, she lifts the arm so as to relinquish her place in the bed. Sitting alone the room light only by her thought riddled consciousness. A single thought paced the complexity of her soul. The anticipation for this life detested suburban hell with a passion that met its fiery depths. She had given him false hope, his dreams she now had to shatter with her unjust decision. Unbearable was the thought of ripping his still beating compassion filled heart from the chest which had comforted her uneasy mind continuously. It couldnt go on. She knew now. The pressure he had plUrban love, Suburban hell
| id like to believe I'm not fucked up, but the truth is who among us doesn't have at least one screw loose I'm an outgoing redhead with a killer sense of humor, and i couldn't live without poetry, it is my heart my soul and my life. so if anyone wants to talk poetry I'm down anytime anyplace! |
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