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Indigo Prince Jan 2016
I want to be like you
Deceptive, through and through.
Lying your way through this life,
Even your smile, is sly.

Your heart is decrepit
Nothing in there is true.
You've worn it out so,
Now its rarely put to use.
Teach me how to lie, like you.
We all have our facades and our secrets. Mine is that I'm dead, just a shell of a hate that was once a human being. Now, masquerading as a regular person.
How stupid I was to let myself think
That what we had was some special link
I allowed you to lie straight to my face
And you abandoned me in utter disgrace
You humiliated me in from of my friends
And now you want what? To make amends?

Tell me, was she worth it? Was she so good?
That you'd leave me so alone where I stood?
You chose her, not me, and years latter regret it
And now you think that you can correct it?
Forget it, it's over, you ***-driven monkey
I'm not a possession, not one of your junkies

You got what you wanted, what's left to take?
You were my biggest of many mistakes
You were all that I had in a world so **** dark
Now, feeding my hate, you've played your part
Don't let me catch you around here again
Or I promise I'll **** you with my own hands
Thirteen years old and already facing a cheating ****? This is the ghettos of foster care people.
Dead Lock Apr 2015
I am a cheater
I thread lies on my loom
But everytime I fake a smile
A blosom of hope does bloom
Dead Lock Apr 2015
Here is a spiders web
Strands of rhythem
Being spun by the dead
Where liers come to lie
And the truthers come to die
Indigo Prince Dec 2014
You're dancing on a pile of corpses
A pile of people succumbed to your act
An act of need, need of companionship
Need of love and compassion
Need for happiness
But an act all the same.

You're not a good actor
Or, at least not to me
I'm sitting here watching as you lie through your teeth
As you sly and swindle your way into innocent hearts
I sit and I watch searching for your trick
Your "skill"
The thing you're using to trick and deceive
Since you're tricking many
Many, except
For me.
josh wilbanks May 2014
Do you feel that?
The feverish split second you decide the night is when you feel most alive and creep quickly, quietly, your heart hastening with every faulty step creating a domino effect of blood pumping mistakes that only you notice because only you are looking for them.
Of course you don't.
You grew up.

Lier.
You said you loved me.
Im only playing ninja.
But you are too grown up to play.
I hate it.
2 hours on a bike in snow higher then my thigh with an ice coverd road and nothing but regret.
You told me to do this.
Why did you lie?
I hate liers.
I know you still want to play.
You show it when i kiss you.
Growing up seperated us.
You are just as ****** up as me.
Don't lie.
All of my poems are true story's.
josh wilbanks May 2014
I loved pain
Pain loved me
I let pain in
He did too
Pain loved him more
Pain left me
Pain consumed him
But pain soon left him -
When pain got bored
Now me and him hate pain
Because pain loved everyone -
Too much
Pain play'd games -
Too much
We loved pain -
Too much

A common enemy makes unification
Me and him have unified
Bestfriends are so much better then pain
Because that's all you are -
Pain
Sonya L Apr 2014
Lines
Not lies
I would never
Be anything but
True
To you

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