Like a rose unwelling to bloom,
I refused to leave bed.
For happiness turned to gloom,
yet.. I cease to be dead!
Figuring where the truth lies,
I've seen queer things.
For it exists on bunch of lies,
and indeed... it truely stings.
Photographer: Jon Bruschi.
8 comments:
nice pics :)
oh! thanks sweety.. welcome to my blog :D
eeh dnya my sister... anyways, i dont believe in an ultimate truth, truth is a shifting thing, bcoz it "lies on bunch of lies"...
what we get from ppl who claim to tell the truth is: a bunch of f****** lies, mixed up with a fabricated F***** act :)
thanks a lot sweety :D i love ur words too ;p
damn you're good !! if you ever need anything i hope i can be of assistance.. :) i wont charge you, im not one of those materialistic psychologists ;pp
thanks a lot sweety :D
hmmm i am all good, thanks for offering ur help, and maybe i'll need sm day.. anyhow, i know a lot of ppl who could use some of Frued's psychoanalysis :p
God bless u :)
reeem babes ..
i just published a piece! and wow
i think we shared thoughts today!
mine is bit brighter but still very similar to urs.
.. i must say
ur writing keeps getting better and better :* i think, we know the truth,only after being lied to.
so i can say a lie, can be eye opening.. u only see the truth with ur eyes closed .. what we see is a lie.
do u get me? :)
off topic:
i have added u long time ago btw
wainich??? :p
A very nice piece of writing! I liked the twist about truth and lies.
I might come back later with a poem commentary.
*hey No3ik.. thanks sweety, how amazing!! we share thoughts ha ;p
kani, i know u added me and i accepted babe girl ;)
*hey hopeless poet, welcome to my blog... truth and lies? who's to tell! thanks a lot sweety :D
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