Verse 1]
You're so incredible,
the most amazing man.
I'm taken to new heights of pleasure
with the touch of your hand.
There will never be another man
in my life who compares.
Your eyes, your smile...
no one as perfect anywhere.
I will never forget, or stop loving you...
Well would ya lookie here, my dear…
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan dreams that will never come true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever
good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
[Verse2]
You are the man
of every woman's dreams.
You sure knew your way
around my body
I guess I had you going
with all the fuss I made
So glad I was the star of all my high-school plays
Because you are an imposter...
And baby I should win an Oscar…
Cause as you can see
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan the dreams that are never coming true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
Where stray sheep lie
Hazy pastures in the misty morning grey,
With dreams like dew drops on each blade.
We graze upon the meadow on the dawning day, in plains we once forbade.
We shepard no one unto their slumber,
For we ourselves are lost.
And when us strays must go under, our souls must weigh the cost.
Good little lambs are counted against the stars, but not the ones who've gone astray.
We go where the stray sheep heal their scars, the hazy pasture in the misty morning grey.
Truth trips the tongue mid-stage
the mask cracks in the glare,
applause feeds on the lie
failure wears a spotlight.
youth fades with truth
truth holds the proof
smooth words uncouth
truth hides the proof
uncouth truth
i feel so stupid
i actually believed you loved me
i believed every lie
how could i know it wasn't true?
it all seemed so real
the smiles, the laughs
every time you were there for me
how much of it was fake?
i forget you're an actor
and you're really good at it too
you can easily play any role you're given
it makes sense you could pretend to love me
you have me on your strings
they're on my limbs
controlling my every move
holding on so tight
i can't break free
i'm like your puppet in a way
i do what you want me to do
i act how you want me to act
it's like i'm wearing a mask but
i'm hiding all your truths underneath it
i know you so well
better than you know
yet it's like i don't know you at all
i would've never expected this from you
i changed when i found out the lies
i've never been able to look at you the same
i question everything you say and do
but i didn't change to you
i stayed the same
pretended i didn't know
because i think you forget
i'm an actor too
It softens the edges of cruelty,
makes judgment feel like care,
makes exile look like protection.
It wraps the blade in velvet and calls it mercy.
I have stood in rooms full of warmth
and felt nothing but frost inside my chest.
Because warmth without understanding is suffocation.
Because heat without truth is manipulation.
They smiled as they sentenced me.
They prayed as they cast me out.
They said it was for my own good.
But I saw the fire in their eyes,
and it was not holy.
It was hungry.
Heat demands conformity.
It melts difference.
It punishes the cold for daring to remain solid.
But I did not melt.
I did not bend.
I did not become what they needed me to be.
I am the frost.
I do not lie.
I do not soften.
I do not hide.
In the cold, everything is revealed.
The breath. The wound. The truth.
There is no illusion in frost.
Only clarity.
So let them burn.
Let them bask.
Let them believe their heat is holy.
I will remain.
Sharp.
Clear.
Unmelted.
Because heat is a lie.
And I am the truth it cannot touch.
Sunset Haiku
orange tinted sky
sun saunters in sea to lie~
relish to the eyes.
Swallowed prayers
Faith abandoned at the station
I step off the train at its final stop
And find my chest hollow
No shadows soft enough
To cradle a lie
A city night, a reckless dare,
Two drinks deep, no thought to spare.
Her lips met mine—sharp, alive—
A spark I’d buried began to thrive.
I’d seen it once in secret’s tent,
A girl’s soft mouth on another bent,
Tracing skin with a tender graze,
A memory that refused to fade.
The flame now leapt, fierce and bright,
But fear slammed shut the door that night.
“This isn’t me,” my voice was weak,
A brittle shell, too scared to speak.
I ran from her, I ran from me,
Into the arms of men set free.
Each kiss a mask, each touch a lie,
Drowning in the roles I’d try.
Two years lost in the masquerade,
Sparks dimmed beneath the parts I played.
Betrayal is strange—
once you’ve done it,
you kneel for forgiveness
as if asking someone
to betray themselves
for your sake.
You want their mercy,
but mercy means bending
a rule they never thought
they’d break.
And forgiveness?
It’s a well-dressed lie.
A theater of healing
played in cracked mirrors.
You think once the word is spoken,
the weight dissolves,
that time rewinds.
But we both know—
it doesn’t.
Even the forgiver
feels the shadow.
We hold hands,
but check the grip.
We laugh,
but hear the echo.
We love,
but we measure it now.
Is it really forgiveness
if the heart still flinches
when the wind shifts?
Or maybe it’s just me—
counting how many times
I almost choose
pettiness over peace,
truth over kindness,
pride over grace.
Maybe
I’ve forgiven.
Maybe
I’ve only paused
the punishment.
Maybe
we never forgive.
We just forget
to stay angry.
A propensity to lie
ruins a salesman fast
Though politicians find
it helps careers to last
Married couples fear
to put lies to the test
But when it comes to children
best put all lies to rest
Tell me your secrets,
I’ll tell you mine.
Don’t tell me lies,
We’ll get along fine.
The past is behind us,
The present is now.
That we can be friends
Is amusing somehow.
So tell her your secret
And tell her your lie.
What she doesn’t know
Is the road to goodbye.
What the hell is going on?
Do I know?
Hell no, I don’t.
I don’t care either.
I lie.
I do care.
I care very much.
I think perhaps
I care too much.
It hurts.
But isn’t it impossible,
Impossible to care too much?
Is it?
I know
It is possible to care too little.
Perhaps not care at all.
I’ve felt that.
I’ve been there.
No one cared.
No one.
Not even me.
But caring too much?
I doubt it.
Very much.
But what can I do?
I can do everything I can do.
Sure.
But even then—
Does it change anything?
But what the hell—
The world is coming to its end.
Unraveling--
Right before our eyes.
I can’t stop it.
Maybe I can’t even slow it down.
But I can help.
I can speak truth.
I can help.
I can speak brotherhood.
I can help.
I can speak healing.
I can help.
I can speak love.
I can.
Tell me how to think
Tell me what to do
Tell me if my politics
Should be red or blue
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell me what is truth
Tell me what is lie
Tell me how to keep
Big corporate profits high
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell me who to shun
Tell me what to see
Tell me who to love
And those not akin to me
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell me everything
Tell me who I am
Tell me what I know
How to get with the program
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell Me!
Poetry Form: Limerick
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: June 14, 2025
A crow on a wire watched me cry,
He cawed at the clouds in the sky.
“You break, then you mend,
But the hurt doesn’t end—
Just learn how to smile when you lie.”
You have no sense
This is all just a lie
That's not how it happened
Tell the truth, don't tell a lie
Jesus entered the upper room
He addressed the men with a smile
The apostles all in disbelief
Look! He's been through such grief
No longer a smile...
Peter said I'll walk in Your shoes a while
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