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That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful words As softly as water droplets gliding down a petalThat Thing Called Love...
From gravity’s gentle pull…
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphors As sugar does when stirred in warm liquid With its sweetness melting through…
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kiss Embodying love’s sweet languor
As our hearts diffuse…
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glasses Where the bitterness is filtered away from my sight With my eyes, only capable of witnessing beauty I’m no longer a stran
by *tas-poetry
Deception - Short PoemsPhotographs can tell the most beautiful lies It can capture insincere emotions with such credibility That you, yourself can be fooled by your own façade Just like this photograph of you and meDeception - Short Poems
Where our lips meet in a tender kiss Unveiling our love story to the world A story filled with heartbreak and agony And yet we seem so happily in love That I can dissolve in the solace Of this photograph’s sweet deception.
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Everyday I fabricate a smile To deceive all those w
by *tas-poetry
Pathological LiarIt is no mystery That your lips only speak of fictional stories You use to compose your identity Not a word you speak has any resemblance with truth For you are made of a thick façade of lies Whether it be big or small, you care not As long as there is no glimpse of honestyPathological Liar
Underlying in the words you speak For the revelation of truth is what you fear most
I know that those lies masquerade
An overt denial of unpleasant realities I know that deep down you are a tormented soul That lies provide you with relief A relief you long for I know that you
by *tas-poetry
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation You feed your pride by demeaning others To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information Does not make you intelligent It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself Shows that you can only utilise
by *tas-poetry
A Writer's Block IICountless thoughts moored in my mind Ravelled in knots of suppressed emotions Unable to be untangled into lucid words As I quest for the coffer of inspiration For I’ve fallen into a literary black hole With my creativity trapped between barricading walls Unable to escape from this mental confinement My mind tries to grasp but the words withdrawA Writer's Block II
Though an unshared poem hangs on the tip of my tongue The taste of bitter frustration lingers on
I stab this feeble page with the pen in my hand Hoping to transform spontaneous fragments into a poem But still, no words
by *tas-poetry
Abortion - Dead Before BornToday, I will face my indelible death My life will be silenced, though I am still unborn My Momma’s eyes, stained with sorrow As she wipes away the tears, her cheeks have worn But she promises to herself, that she won’t mourn For I am a product of her illegitimate mistake A consequence of a love, forbidden and torn And eradicating me is her only route of escapeAbortion - Dead Before Born
Though there is no glimpse of light where I am hidden I know the world beyond this womb is filled with colour That there is transcendental beauty my eyes will never see
And a life I will never have the
by *tas-poetry
Mr. WomaniserDear Mr. WomaniserMr. Womaniser
Such a sweet-tongued charmer, you are
Fetching women, here and there Pursuing your futile female chasing game To toy with your victims without a care With what you’re destroying in the process You only care to satisfy your sexual appetite As you steal away defenseless hearts
With that poisoning and deceitful smile You’re always proving your love fraudulently
With fallacies of sweetly phrased lies For your lips only speak of empty promises And manipulative emotional bribes
Because you are nothing but a devil-virtuoso &nb
by *tas-poetry
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That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful words As softly as water droplets gliding down a petalThat Thing Called Love...
From gravity’s gentle pull…
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphors As sugar does when stirred in warm liquid With its sweetness melting through…
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kiss Embodying love’s sweet languor
As our hearts diffuse…
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glasses Where the bitterness is filtered away from my sight With my eyes, only capable of witnessing beauty I’m no longer a stran
by *tas-poetry
The Never-Coming ApologyI ponder in agonyThe Never-Coming Apology
Whether if I were to take my life Would there be tears in your eyes?
Would there be any glimpse of remorse in your mind, For speaking these final words to me: “You matter to me as much as I cared when I broke your heart”?
Would you stand in front of the polished gravestone, With my name fancifully engraved on it? Would you place yellow roses there and apologise?
Would you feel regret for inflicting those wounds on me? The wounds that became scabs, The scabs that became scars, The scars, memories that are sealed The o
by *tas-poetry
Deception - Short PoemsPhotographs can tell the most beautiful lies It can capture insincere emotions with such credibility That you, yourself can be fooled by your own façade Just like this photograph of you and meDeception - Short Poems
Where our lips meet in a tender kiss Unveiling our love story to the world A story filled with heartbreak and agony And yet we seem so happily in love That I can dissolve in the solace Of this photograph’s sweet deception.
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Everyday I fabricate a smile To deceive all those w
by *tas-poetry
Pathological LiarIt is no mystery That your lips only speak of fictional stories You use to compose your identity Not a word you speak has any resemblance with truth For you are made of a thick façade of lies Whether it be big or small, you care not As long as there is no glimpse of honestyPathological Liar
Underlying in the words you speak For the revelation of truth is what you fear most
I know that those lies masquerade
An overt denial of unpleasant realities I know that deep down you are a tormented soul That lies provide you with relief A relief you long for I know that you
by *tas-poetry
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