Please lie to me Please- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am. I look at you, and I wonder. You are so rich, so new. That no matter how hard I try, I still won't be good enough for the rest of the world. If I'm not good enough for me, then how could I ever be good enough for them? Stupid and held back by my own insecurity.Please- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am. It's a battle within- Do I want, or am I too afraid to be who I always thought that I wanted to be? I don't know anymore. Feeling helpless because of weakness that I know that I can fight. I want to win but
Poetry and poets Poetry and poetsPoetry and the poets are fallible just like plumbers and dentists and the possibility genuine nonsense cannot be ruled out. However, unlike plumbing and dentistry, poetry is slow, frustrating and poorly rewarded work which fails more than succeeds and is therefore embarked upon largely by men and women laboring under a sense of almost religious vocation, grandiose self-delusion or some combination of both.Poetry may contain violent nature--like stabbed in the mouth, the blade smashing clean through to the brain so that teeth, bone and blood, spray from a ruptured face. The slow death of someone close are common. And there
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