To divulge in the truth
these days, is truly a sinful
treat, a white lie has become
the creme de la creme, shame
in a world that is often praised
by man, what do we have to
stand on, the foundation is
crumbling with every child who
asks, “What do I say?” Clouded
judgment of the superiors, what
is best is not always right, or am I
getting it wrong again, I’m sure
I’ll be corrected, wait till the world
finally sees how it ends.
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Even with my eyes closing fast
The thought of you still fights vast
The last thought before i sleep
Angers me because I’m weak
I spend all day going forward
But spend all night getting nowhere
My defense falls at the last stage
My bed is viewed as a cage
I can’t get out or refrain
From what truly leaves me in pain
It would be worthwhile
If i could not smile
When your image arises
In front of my eyes.
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The first time
the feeling is alien
yet trusting
it stews for days
determining a plan
an attack
of feelings and truth
crawling up inside
fighting to be expressed
and then…
a simple act
a sharpened pencil
blank piece of paper
releases an abundance
of phrases so eloquent
a feeling of awe
strikes you so perfectly
it all comes together
all thats left is a
smile.
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Why did God create them?
To make me cry at night.
The world is covered in a shadow,
And they crawl inside my heart.
Tingling in my fingers,
but no sparkle in my eye.
It’s a wonder that they are here,
in a place that is so sacred.
Tell me to hold back,
I already can’t breathe.
Black vines wrapped up in my soul,
Of all my worries and your fears.
~Lynne
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This isn’t for you
or for me,
but for the us
of tomorrow.
When life won’t
seem so surreal.
~Lynne
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I drew you today,
in light and darkness,
the way you stay,
in my mind of sadness.
~Lynne
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Curls, rosy cheeks,
A mask so sweet,
When she speaks,
Your knees go weak.
An angel with a broken wing,
She seeks love’s sting,
Risks angering her beloved king,
Maybe she will just stay for spring.
Spring turns into summer, fall,
Her shining glory, dust covers all,
Soon she will be forced to crawl,
Her lovers, she will no longer enthrall.
Lonely in the world she creates,
She shakes her wings and waits,
Broken wing gone, leaves it to the fates,
No longer can she make it back to the gates.
Saintly mask led her admirers in,
Stayed for the mask of mortal sin,
She now has to live with whats within,
Here is the world’s smallest violin.
~Lynne
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I have been neglectful
my old friend,
I forgot the feeling
of paper and pen.
This leaves me regretful
but this is not the end.
I will leave you squealing
with my new found yen.
~Lynne
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~HonestLynne
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