Red Roses White Lies

 

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A Quote by Gregg Allman,  Poetry by Joel F.

Red Roses White Lies

They say that i am blind
but i know the colors of the rainbow

they say i can’t paint
but in the sketches i draw

can’t you see
the colors in my jewelries?

and if fashion
is my passion

why is it i can never
make clothes

that will cover me
when i’m naked

when you gave me
those red roses

white lies and
all those praises?

Is it because
i love your true colors

that i’m having a hard time
telling the truth in black and white

when i see the rainbows
in your eyes?

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The Lost Child by Joel F

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A Poetry for World Suicide Prevention Day (Sept. 10)

The Lost Child

The sound of a scream as she opened her eyes.
The movement of the ground was instantly felt.

The place is too dark as she grasped for the light.
A lost child suddenly appears in the dead of the night.

She asked what happened? Why they are all alone?
No neighbors to ask, no  one  to hold.

The child speaks saying he can’t believe
The moment he woke up, he’s walking alone.

She asked his name and he said he is john.
She nods and say,

“Don’t worry i will  bring you back home.”
The boy replied  “you are my home.”

Confused by the words but the tears in his eyes
gave her a message she can’t deny,

As the  boy  hold her hand and showed her wrists,
the blood is gushing, from the cut she didn’t miss,

It is only then that she felt the pain
when the child start saying

” I asked HIM to make me, a part of this world,
But how can it be , if my mom isn’t home”

Years had passed as she speaks on the floor
to all those who are lost and almost took their own course.

She found the truth that life is a cord
that binds  not one , but all.

As she leaves the hallway, she was greeted by a friend,
who gave his gift for her son John’s first birthday.

** when you think that your life has no purpose, a twist of event will teach you it ain’t so.”

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How Do You Know What You Know

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Everybody tells lies but some people enjoy it so much their life revolves around creating it.

Do you remember that high school friend badmouthing your crush because she secretly desire him? How about that office pal who pat your shoulder and stab your back? And those innocent looking trolls waiting for your epic fall?  

I just look at my facebook and see a friend who’s still in my list . I wonder why he’s still there? The good thing is looking at his photo i was able to create a poetry . Who says you can’t make good stuff out of bad traits?  Inspiration may come from both sides.

Here it goes:

Rumor Has It

How Do You Know what you know?
Through the windows of your ears
or your eyes that depend
on your one sided sight?

Is it when the crowd
has shouted out loud
that one thing that reverberated
all over the town?

When people talk
behind your back
and almost gave you
your anxiety attack

Rumor has it
that gossips are snacks
for people who act
like magazine racks.

But why would you care
if it hurts you not?
Believe it or not
You life won’t stop

The Rumor you heard about him
might be true
but then it might be fake
like that bitch who told you.

 

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Age Defying

 

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In love does age really matter? Well, tell that to my cougar friend and she’ll give you a hearty laugh. Or to my next door neighbor whose sugar daddy will give you a dirty spanking.

More powerful than the magic of a scalpel, more potent than the multivitamins my mom forced me to take so i can be young, healthy and wise. This inexplicable wonder can really do wonders. This potent force is so powerful it can move mountains better than viagra.

But why is it that people look down on cougars and less tolerant than D.O.M? Such a double standard. Although, terms have changed,  D.O.M. used to mean dirty old men, now it’s dashing old millionaires and sugar mommies are now called cougars.  So men are humans and women are animals?

Perhaps it’s because women as they age look ageless.  You can never tell an old cougar from a young cougar can you? But you can definitely tell a young human from an old human.

Never mind, i don’t want to flag my mind with all these things.  Who cares about age when one is madly in love.  You don’t need a surgeon, a cream or a lotion.  All you need is love because it always makes you young.

And it’s only when love is gone that you finally need a surgeon.  That’s if you still can afford it after that heartbreaking separation.  Don’t worry you can still have that cream or lotion.

Put that in your face to take away those wrinkles unless of course you’re used to using them for something else.  And you discovered its other functions at the height of your ageless loving and you can really say love is age defying.

 

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Don’t Wait For Me, Ours Is Not A Love story

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I was invited to your castle
with my dreams and battles

I walked through the rooms
the chandelier and its moon

Flashing bulbs
and scorching lights

I see the garden
in your hidden basement

Paper roses
seeds of illusion

Artificial flowers
in your unlocked drawers

Scented worms
a crown of thorns

Fleeting music
not for long

I won’t be singing
your song

I walk away
and end your play

Don’t ask me why
you won’t be free

Don’t wait for me
Ours is not a love story.

 

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