Cynicism
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Everything is a sugar coating of the truth.flavored with the tears of those who cry,tales told of fantasies most uncouth,where hopes and dreams lay to rest and die. Think of all the corruption we hold inside,but refuse to express of out of fear;Wh
Love is a four-letter word
Accompanied by a hashtag before it
And an idyllic image of feet and hands and sun and sand shortly after
Love is a catchy little tune
What if reality is a fallacy,
Perpetuated by affliction?
Disillusionment just a deterrent
For positive transition?
When all is lost, picking up
How can I focus
How can I think of anything
When all I want to do is think of you
you
you
the feel of you in a t-shirt
pressed against my chest
Holding me close
l was raised as a cynic,
The daughter of lies and hate.
I was raised to acknowledge
That love couldn't last.
That people came
But they always left.
I witnessed,in my childhood,
I've tried to make sense of it all,
but reasoning fails, which leaves me falling
down again, to where I began
to misunderstand this life.
If the only absolute
is the knowledge that there's no truth,
The only thing I'm slamming
Is slamming out poetry
As part of an incredibly
cynical
(and downright against the spirit
of the Poetry Slam)
attempt
to win
$$$
FIN
The email appeared in my inbox.
"You have a new scholarship available," it said;
I didn't want to write about a bunch of schlock,
So I chose to be truthful instead.
I really don't care much for poems,
