|
 PM
for Ode To A Nightingale. Might need some more work - it's almost end of lunch break and I needed speed.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 76 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-29-08 - id: 2511010
|
A+ A-
 Full 3/4 1/2  Expand Tighten 
|
I have the art of the casual smile cut and dried,
My glittering eyes bespoke a life of happiness
Forever and ever. Amen.
No tension lines threaten my lies, twitching
at jerky mouth or eyes. I am my own puppeteer-
in complete control. I am God-like.
Honest in my dishonesty, my lies are pure,
unbroken by those traitors – "Truth" –
No, my lies are truthful in their utter falsity.
It means nothing. And nothing is bliss.
|
||||||
