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Plastic Facade
Contributed by
dvtpdw
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Saturday, 30th March 2013 @ 04:23:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Within each person lies a plastic mold
It determines what story will be told
What realm created as the plot is laid
Depends on what part is being played
Some keep their design locked away
Only showing what they want to say
These few rarely give truth the stage
Rather steal from someone else's page
Think they're clever presenting the fraud
Pretending they have a human facade
Hiding behind words the world accepts
Never revealing a lack for it's concepts
Dishonest false hope may have appeal
But this world created is far from real
Reach out to see how it fades to smoke
Rain falls dry as hope starts to choke
Lies disguise truth wrapped in a bow
Deceit thinks honesty will never know
The danger with this ignorant thinking
Eventually the world ends up shrinking
Life moves fast down a rolling hill
People react when lies reach their fill
Wake up and realize love's truth today
Before it tires, and just fades away
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dvtpdw
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2013-03-30 16:23:19]
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Re: Plastic Facade
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by emystar on
Sunday, 31st March 2013 @ 03:02:59 AM AEST
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Great writing.
Blessings,
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Re: Plastic Facade
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 31st March 2013 @ 03:42:46 AM AEST
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Nice. Love goes flat like a tire. Flat lined like the beep, in the hospital bed. It was there, this musical heart before it was hooked up to machine. Like a rolling hill, you lay down at the top of the hill as a kid, and roll down and get scratched by the thorns in the thatches and you scream out, and you remember this. A hill, just one, does not roll by itself. But life does. Both up and down. Depending on your view.
Thank you, nice poem.
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