Poet In The Jar Diaries: Truth Is Stranger

Monday, December 29

Truth Is Stranger

You hate the place you're in.
I wish that I was you.
Everything's relative,
were we in eachother's shoes.

You hate the ones who played you.
Pulled lies and then betrayed you.
Still the truth is stranger,
was I ever to be you.

You hate the dreams I'm feeding.
I wish they'd all come true.
You know nothing
of how I dream for you.

You hate the voices in your ears.
I wish my voices were you.
Everything's relative,
were we in eachother's shoes.

4 comments:

AyanDecember 29, 2008 at 6:14 PM
well done! another gr8 piece as always...
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Poet In The JarDecember 29, 2008 at 11:19 PM
thx ;)
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AlevDecember 31, 2008 at 1:39 PM
"You hate the dreams I'm feeding.
I wish they'd all come true.
You know nothing
of how I dream for you."

I especially liked this one here. <3
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Poet In The JarJanuary 2, 2009 at 5:49 PM
I knew you'd like those. ;)
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My world is like a glass jar that isolates me from the rest of the world, and the glass is the cover that life has placed on my eyes. Inside it I am the poet who hasn't decided whether the lid should be opened or closed - if reality should be welcomed inside, or if madness should be let out.

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