There’s no way to escape the truth Even when we lie to ourselves Our truths linger in the precipice Our lies bleed onto our conscious The truth’s hangover is deep Waves of guilt pushing out the venom Crying only brings more pain Nose to the bowl […]
I just don’t know You profess and profess Yet you run like the wind I just don’t know You gleefully admire Yet you fail to connect I just don’t know You publicly, notably gush Yet you pass without a nod I just don’t know You cite a crucial […]
Dying, shed that coat No remorseful pain You lie, but they are your truths Dying, shed that coat
Tell me a lie: I will laugh with you as you mend I have always considered myself a storyteller. I grew up entering storytelling contests and getting quite far in my endeavors. My mom was quite proud as she herself always wanted to be a novelist. Our […]
Great Expectations: Bathe in Truth Cream The door is smeared with bloody prints The floor is littered with smashed-up dreams Madness lies in the furrowed squints A hundred ideas wasted on the blasted regime Brush out the deviled lint Fly up above the horrid stream Muddy waters always […]
As I walk out of Grand Central station and head to work, I am bombarded with advertisements with all sorts of wild claims. Some juices cure you of Vitamin D deficiencies and some airlines have enough legroom that you can stretch out and not develop deep vein thrombosis. […]
Locked inside a tired and mired icy mind Contemplating the webbed intricacies of lies Pronouncements of grandeur do not create truths Even with a hungry devouring cadre of sweet tooth The coiled screen will no longer filter Come as you are to face the raging […]
It is that time of the week again, where we look back at some of the wacky deeds, statements and events of the week. I must admit that at times it is hard to find wacky things to report on because everything seems just so off-kilter these days. […]
Lies make the world go round. Especially mothers. As author John Green said, “Mothers lie. It’s in the job description”. We don’t like to call it lying. In fact we invent all sorts of euphemisms for it – gilding the lily, telling tall tales, inventing a fish story, […]
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