LiesA Poem by FoxemeraldLies- They rest in nooks and cast their pale latitudes- Slowly upon the floor, I cannot run away from their image they show me, As they fall between the cracks and rest in their shadowy holes- I still see their lines. If we had understood perfect geometry, The lines, shapes, discombobulated, Measurements, or UFOs- Would fall into their place, Piece by small inching- Foot, But I cannot help save to think we, Don’t really have a grasp of the concept, Because- If the semblances confused their grace, And danced away from what we thought- The symmetry- Geometry as we know it- Would fall away, And we’d discover the- Ruinous tragic holes, That are part of their depiction. Those shadowed spirits, That tell us lies, Would eat into our notions, And cause- The most nefarious, And humiliating rendition- As they glide through the holes, Into us- Tearing down the structure of our lives- And the symmetry as we know it- Would come to nothing- Naught save for lies- Nothing but- These odd semblances- UFOs, Contradiction, And drilled little holes- Into our perfect facades. So be these . . . Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies. © 2013 Foxemerald |
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Added on August 22, 2013 Last Updated on August 22, 2013 AuthorFoxemeraldMIAboutHi, So, I see you’ve found me. Since the excitement and mystery of being the ‘anonymous writer’ has been shorn, let me tell you a little more about myself. I graduate with a Bache.. more..Writing
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