Poetry! Gah! I am not a poet! My English teacher is having us write poetry...
Decided I'd share.. it's sort of depressing most the time...
Just from today-
Webs
Life a web of lies
each person adds one more
too many, too tangled
withholding the truth
Living is choosing
which lie to believe
which to dismiss
everything is false
Does it really matter
who started it?
Was it a group effort
or a single act?
Does it really matter?
Love is an illusion
fooling everyone and
everything alike
You lied to me
as I lied to you
each lie adding
to the web
We are all entangled
unable to find
that faint glimmer
that is truth
untitledyou left me alone
stood me up
watching
wondering
waiting
for a return that would never come
i stood staring up
at the stars
waiting
watching
wondering
if the future really was written there
i sat on the street
staring blankly
wondering
waiting
watching
many people pass without a glance
in every face, i see what i've lost