The Littlest Of Lies

Hello everyone. It's me, again. Back with another poem. I really haven't been inspired to write much as of late. But thankfully, that changed tonight. I was listening to an amazing song by one of my favorite bands, "Dancing With The Dead" by 10 Years, and I was suddenly compelled to write. The poem began to form really fast, and I typed as fast as I could to try and keep up with all of the ideas that were coming at me. And looking back now, the poem is relatively unchanged from when I first started typing. So I always enjoy that. When the ideas come naturally, I just have to let them flow, and not fight them at all. Because it seems that's when writer's block will set in. At least for me. And I feel like when something is forced, it will never reach it's true potential. But anyways, the poem, thankfully, is not autobiographical. Given the subject matter. But hearing stories from friends and co-workers over the years, this sort of tale has happened to people I used to know. So for some reason, the inspiration hit me, and I wrote about this subject. So enough of my rambling, here it is. Hopefully you all enjoy reading it. But not too much, lol. Again, given the subject matter. And in advance, thank you all for reading this. It means more than you will ever know.

 

"The Littlest Of Lies"
2013

While lying in a bed
That's motionless and still
Memories choke the mind
And the eyes begin to fill
But the lips are dry and cracked
The surest signs of apathy
And the only one I've loved
Is growing mad at me
'Cause it seems she's heard the news
And she thinks it to be true
And while I didn't light the fuse
I know what she is gonna do
'Cause it's the littlest of lies
That often compromise
By sparking up the fight
That I'm caught inside tonight
And though the lie was white
Her eyes are turning red
And she's screaming back at me
With every word I've said
Now we're standing in the hall
And each has chose an end
Better times still drape the wall
But tonight's too far from then
And as the volume starts to rise
The lights have every right to burn
While causing me to sweat
As the night takes another turn
'Cause it seems she's heard the news
And she thinks it to be true
And while I didn't light the fuse
I know what she is gonna do
'Cause it's the littlest of lies
That often compromise
By sparking up the fight
That I'm caught inside tonight
And though the lie was white
Her eyes are turning red
And she's screaming back at me
With every word I've said
Now I'm trying to gather up the nerve
To look her in the eyes
And give the truth that she deserves
But I've told so many lies
That she never will believe
That I'm innocent of this
'Cause when you've always been deceived
The mark gets harder to miss
But I feel I must defend
What little soul remains
But I watch her cross her arms
As I'm trying to explain
That when you're the envy of the town
They will try to bring you down
And the birds will often sing
When they see you wear the ring
But the days that you're alone
No one's calling on the phone
'Cause they will ever chase the one
Who's not bothering to run
And when they see you smile at me
Their stomachs start to turn
'Cause we have the happiness
For which they've yearly yearned
But now your love has turned to hate
As you accuse me of the crimes
That I would never commit
At least, most of the times
But I freely admit my mistakes
While knowing they're paid for in full
But darling, I will never forget
What you're now trying to pull
When you claimed you heard the news
And thought it to be true
Knowing I didn't light the fuse
But you did what you wanted to do
And yes, it's the littlest of lies
That will often compromise
By sparking up the fight
That we're caught inside tonight
And though the lie was white
Her red eyes have faded for now
And she's just staring at me
As I kneel down to lift,
The broken picture of us,
That's lying on the ground...

 

If There Is Such A Thing

Hello everybody. It's that time again, lol. This is a poem I finished writing the other night. It's was greatly inspired by listening to a song that I love. That song, is "Taciturn" by Stone Sour. In my opinion it is an amazing song. The words are incredibly honest, and show a vulnerability that many people wouldn't have the courage to express, in such a public way. Thankfully, Corey Taylor, is a fearless musician, and in turn becomes a true inspiration for people like me. And the song, to me, seems to be about longing for a person. But as for the poem itself, it started out from a simple concept; that being, the title. The title popped into my head while I was listening to the song, and I immediately rushed to my computer and began to type. The words came relatively fast, and came from kind of a dark place. The tone of the poem shifts gradually over the course of the piece, from the narrator's views on the world, to slowly admitting this view point is due to the loss of a woman he cared for immensely. And it's a confession of sorts, that this loss was due to his own actions. So in the fashion of the song, the narrator tries to be honest and vulnerable, in the hopes the woman he lost will be able to hear the words, and forgive him. But enough of my rambling, let's get to it, lol. Thank you all for reading this. It means more than you will ever know.

"If There Is Such A Thing"
2013

As each new day is born
My self-confidence is worn
Like a tattered sail that's been displayed
Through a battle torn and frayed
But there are days when skies are clear
And they occur this time of year
But when your skies are often gray
You're not left with much to say
So you try to think the thoughts
That could inspire just a smile
But that wish is all for naught
In this world so cold and vile, 'cause...
If there's such a thing as grace
I have never seen it's face
And if there's such a thing as pride
I know that mine has died
And if there's such a thing as fate
I've discovered it too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart,
If there is such a thing...
As each new day grows old
A thousand lies are likely told
But both your friends and foes alike
Oh, the graph would show a spike
But no, things aren't always bad
And there are good times to be had
But they are things that often miss
When aiming at a wretched soul like this
So you could try to think the thoughts
That could inspire just a smile
But that wish is all for naught
In this world so cold and vile, 'cause...
If there's such a thing as grace
I have never seen it's face
And if there's such a thing as pride
I know that mine has died
And if there's such a thing as fate
I've discovered it too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart...
'Cause she gave me glimpses of her grace
And it seems I spat into her face
And it truly wounded all her pride
So now the flame inside has died
And that's the expected form of fate
When you apologize too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart
And as each new night is born
My scarlet letter's proudly worn
For I betrayed her with my words
And became the handsome scourge
That was lashing out in print
As each letter made its' dent
In the designer armor that she wore
That was tailored just before
She ever had an urge to love
The fool who just couldn't rise above
The hate he had for self
That was flaunted like it's wealth
But in the end the fool was broke
And with every angry word he spoke
His prize would drift away
So now it's through the ashes of bridges burned
That he must sift before he'll say...
Oh, you could try to think the thoughts
That could inspire just a smile
But that wish is all for naught
In this world so cold and vile, 'cause...
If there's such a thing as grace
I have never seen it's face
And if there's such a thing as pride
I know that mine has died
And if there's such a thing as fate
I've discovered it too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart
'Cause she gave me glimpses of her grace
And it seems I spat into her face
And it truly wounded all her pride
So now the flame inside has died
And that's the expected form of fate
When you apologize too late
But if there's way I could restart
I'd want it with all my heart
Oh, if there's a way I could restart
I'd want her and only her,
And I'd want her with all of my damaged heart
But that's only if there is such a thing,
Inside my chest...

Torture Through A Prism

Hello everybody. It's me again. Back with another poem. This one was written in a few different sittings. I kept hitting the wall, so to speak. And I'd have lines come to me rather quickly, then the inspiration would dry up, and I'd have to save the file and put it away. But I was finally able to complete it. The poem's central theme is an emotion that we have all felt in our lives. Lust. But the poem is written from the perspective that the narrator is attracted to one particular person, and he is telling her how much he wants. But he speaks about his frustration, in having to view her from afar. He even goes so far as to compare her to a prism, through which light shines, and amazes everyone in it's view. And seeing her, without being able to be with her, is a form of torture to him. So that's where the title, "Torture Through A Prism," comes from. So hopefully that explains the meaning behind the poem. Because a lot of the things the narrator says in the poem, are pretty straight-forward and self-explanatory. He is also trying to express his erotic thoughts of being with her, without being vulgar or disrespectful. But again, I'm sure all of you will have no problems understanding or enjoying this poem. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section. And thank you all for reading this, it means more than you will ever know.

"Torture Through A Prism"
2013

This life is but a prism,
Through which you've truly shined
But to witness this is torture,
Or some I've come to find
For the colors you'd emit,
Are so very bright to see
That the morning sun is jealous,
And leaves only night for me
And with no stars to decorate the darkness,
I'm left to find a different source of light
So this fool will venture out alone,
With such a potent urge to fight
But as all of this occurs,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice that you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
For this life is but a prism,
Through which you did reflect
With mosaics often made,
With each glimpse we did collect
But every fleeting second,
Was far too short a time
So now I'm left to reckon,
Just how to make you mine
'Cause I've longed to press you to the wall,
Like you were a poster for a child
While tearing through your clothing,
Like some kind of creature wild
Then I'd entice you with the whispers,
Of things you've seldom ever heard
Before I'd press your lips to mine,
As if trying to drink your every word
But as all these thoughts occur,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
Oh, this life is but a prism
That I have tried to solve
Like the cube you give to children
With the sides that do revolve
But it's a toy that's too complex
For those with a shorter fuse
See, dear, it's much like you
When you flirt and then refuse
And then you give a list of wants
That you often file as needs
While the ground that's inbetween us
Gets overrun by weeds
But I know there have been fools
That would lie and sing your praise
And with so many blowing smoke
You got so caught up in haze
But I'm here to clear the air
Using words you know are true
And darling, please believe
Talking's not all this tongue can do
So if you would lay down
And put your fears to rest
I'd slowly dip below your waist
And disappear beneath your dress
Then you could use your hands
To journey through my hair
And direct my best intentions
To a place beyond compare
Until you reached the heights
That helped you talk to god
Or at least call him by his name
And know I was to blame
And yet, I'd gladly take the time
To re-trace the steps I took
If that was your current wish
That you suggested with a look
Or if you preferred another act
You'd only need to speak aloud
And I will change your body's shape
And leave you floating on a cloud
But as all these thoughts occur,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
But the only queston is,
Would you give me a chance to prove
That what I will bring to you is bliss,
As you feel your body move
Or will you continue to torture me
Making sure I look and never touch
Like you're excited by the fact
I've continued wanting you as much
As I have ever wanted anything
Inside this life of mine
'Cause it's hard to stop and smell the roses,
When you're viewed solely as a vine...