lies

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lies

This pain i feel.
Has no medicine.
It has no cure.
No herbs, or black magic.
Can take my pain away.
My armor is thick and i wear it proudly.
Some would even say stupidly
My armor is my strength and confidence
It allows me to deflect others.
It keeps me from impairment.
As well as keeping others out of my life.
I am strong in mind and body.
It is my soullessness and heartlessness , that is my true weakness

I walk with a smile intended toplease
But only i know such is not true.
My mind is my disease
My mind corupts me.
My mind allows me to self destruct.
My heart bleeds for the mind and no one elese.
It is not selfishness.
Merley survival
My smile is not mine , but yours.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

nadronnoco’s Poems (29)

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who to believe 1
leaves 2
today was grey 0
love 1
apples to oranges 8
strange day 1
one man one woman 0
too many dreams 7
learning slowly 1
broken dreams 0
my fault 0
the legend 1
my cadillac 0
gear head 0
just one game 0
never a home 0
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regret 1
un titled 1
the jury 2
the search 1
lies 0
the race 1
the river 1
cycle 1
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