Telephone Games

All people have differing opinions on everything. We'll likely never know the truth.

Give me back the life you stole, troll

Eating my soul wholeheartedly your so full of it

I'm cathartically sick of your s**t

Fed up by the words and pills you feed me

The way you scar the way you bleed me

World, you never see me, you only see your illusions, delusions called words

Words can do many great things

They can make sentences

They can paint a picture

Words create feelings

And free the helpless from chains of oppression

But it can do the opposite

It can breed an aggression called hate

Through the endless telephone line of lies that fly by through the world like a tornado

Some people masturbate to this

They get high off this dirt

When people are hurt they find someone to blame

I understand this, I feel the same

But you have to remember the bias and prejudice

The lies and misdirected emotions

The blame game, that throws names everywhere like a s**t storm

The same game that ruins lives

You may never know the truth about something you stand by until your life is over

300 years ago slavery was legal in Canada

People believed that women were less than man

That black men were less than human

Do you know why?

Convenience

Reasoning for hate

Reasoning for bettering the lives of people who believe it

Reasoning for hurt

People believe whatever they can explain away when they want something

Like a child who cries when they are refused candy by their parents

The parents know what is right for the child

They know whether the candy is deserved

When it isn't healthy

When they've had too much

The difference is we don't have parents to tell us what's right

We just have ourselves and other children like us to validate our opinions

Minions to things you'd never even consider to be lies

Because there is almost never someone who will speak out the truth

It won't be heard because no one knows it

Or because not enough people know it

Or perhaps the person who knows isn't considered a good source of knowledge, news, or respect

Just another child crying aimlessly for candy

So isn't this a fine and dandy excuse to kill another's family?

Where everyone is right and no one is wrong?

Where people believe what they want and the truth doesn't exist?

And a fist down the throats of anyone who can't follow our "truths"

If someone cried out for honesty in an orchestra of screams, was anything said at all?

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy, and a review would be appreciated.

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Jackie]

I tend to find such raw emotion and honesty in you writing. So ginuine and real. I really love your work and enjoy reading it

[Bear]

This reads like a story you might consider posting it in paragraph form and expand on it and before you know it you have a novel. Just something to consider. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[wordman]

screw the troll,and the horse he rode in on

[Stacy Purvis]

Full of raw human emotion but reads more like a monologue than poetry.
Words bleeding, dropping with angst.
Excellent read.