Lies

Lies

 

The dying embers of the fire 
gave their faces a luminescence.
Their need visible, one to the other.

 

Lies bubbled forth spewing out,
unable to be contained as if their very corruption caused a reflexive response.
The speaker of the lies throwing each one, as far away as possible from ​​the responsibility of having told that lie, as if the lie and the teller, can be separated by distance.

 

The receiver of the lie eating them up with a hunger born of desperation,
needing the reassurance of those falsehoods.
Needing to go on, each lie greedily devoured.
Filling their empty belly, contenting it as it is slowly digested bringing a stuporous rest. 
Easing the pangs which had beset them from... that day.

 

The lie is heavy now in the room, 
both a wanted and unwanted guest, who can never be uninvited.
Forever spoken,
it sits between them,
and they know.

 

© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw


 

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Rose Casserley

Fri 5th Oct 2018 20:44

jeez, Taylor! with this one, you are way up in the stratosphere lady! what a turn around! ?!






Rose ?

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AVISHEK GHOSH

Fri 5th Oct 2018 18:09

Another great piece .Read several times.Thanks for sharing.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 5th Oct 2018 16:10

Thank you Big Sal for your continued support...it is always welcome..?

Big Sal

Fri 5th Oct 2018 16:06

I hope you don't think I am criticizing you in any way by saying this Taylor (I've always quite enjoyed your poetry), but you seem to be improving your poetic voice in ways that I see immense growth and inspiration pouring forth from. Judging by the comments, you seem to continue to inspire from your humble abode across the sea (from me at least).

Like I said on the previous poem you posted, this is another one of your best. The voice you project is so confident, so comfortable in its own shoes that it makes it hard to nail down a favorite line or idea.

Keep up the great work, I know more people will soon listen.
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keith jeffries

Fri 5th Oct 2018 13:05

Taylor,

A clever and powerful poem as it contains the unvarnished truth about human dialogue. Lies are like the rain as everyone gets wet.

Well done and thank you,


Keith

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Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 5th Oct 2018 12:49

I like it Hugh....?

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Hugh

Fri 5th Oct 2018 12:41

Beware of lies

Lies can hide anywhere,
Under a table or under a chair.
Behind a tooth,
Away from the truth.
Undetected never found,
In the sky,underground.

Beware of lies they can trip you up,
Be careful you don't buy a pup.
Do some research before you proceed,
Detect the lies before they feed,
Upon your bank balance and leave you skint,
Look into their eyes for an honest glint.

Inspired to write this after enjoying your poem.
Today we can say ,"The lies have it".

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