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The Solid Truth

THE SOLID TRUTH

On the day I was born.
Everyone put me on a petal stool.
The Angel's played a trumpet horn. 
While everyone called me a ~precious jewel.
Harps played!
Doves flew!
That's how my birth was displayed.
As I got older ~ As I grew!
My heart of gold started to fade.
Sinking down in to the blues.
I hide my thoughts under the shade.
Wondering how one screw got lose.
I removed the pin from my own grenade. 
Like TNT~ I lit my own fuse.
Blowing myself away from your masquerade.
My life has no buttons to defused..
My heart is twisted with barbwire as a barricade.
I live this rotten life, no reason to hit the snooze.
Sweating and letting the thoughts of revenge cascade.
A level of rage and hate is my only muse.
You camouflaged into a blonde beast with the eyes of jade.
The truth has come out, with an unacceptable excuse.

The solid truth, is like solid waste.
A force of mean, turning a heart cold.
Here's the truth do you want my new sour taste.
Forget when I was sweet, when I was bold.
I enjoy this new feeling of being out of place.
The truth was told..
In your face.
I laughed at the way it was all unfold.
Walking with a smile~ one day you will die,
and pay for what is owed.

While I sleep at night with Glory..
You'll wake up everyday to my untold story.
With the solid truth that lies have no end.
Guilt will have everyone crying at my funeral.
Wondering what happened to their "precious jewel.

by;p.d.

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Carl Fraser

July 20, 2016 at 12:40 AM

Wow Linda. You convey the transition from the joy of early childhood to the harsh realities that a grown up life can throw at you. I learn more about you through the magic in your odes. So many deep poems that are all part of the treasure box of your soul. Blessings and hugs. Carl

Skat A

February 4, 2016 at 11:06 PM

ain't that solid **SKAT**

Robin Davis

March 16, 2014 at 10:08 PM

PD Such a deeply emotional write that comes from your soul. The strength of these words shows how much pain you were feeling when writing this. Thanks for the great comment on my One Plus One poem. Hugs

Joe Maverick

March 9, 2014 at 12:23 AM

Can feel the angst here P D, can;t help feeling the time on soup has helped you along life's way as far as I can see anyway take care Joe..'

Colleen Bono

May 13, 2013 at 10:16 AM

The truth shall set you free.Just wondering some of your poems today.take care

Andrea Dietrich

February 18, 2013 at 10:46 PM

btw, that was a true fantasy. but it happened six years ago and I was too embarrassed to ever post that particular poem in public before. haha (it was slightly exaggerated too)

Andrea Dietrich

February 18, 2013 at 10:45 PM

PD, something very weird!! I accidentally saw your comments to me on my sensuous poem when I went to click on it out of curiosity to see how many people had replied specifically to THAT one. But the strange thing is THIS: your comments are not registering at my comment page. Always when we get a comment under a poem, it goes to our general comment page!! that is so weird. I hope I will start seeing your comments at my comment page as well as under my poems!

Elizabeth Wesley

May 14, 2012 at 9:18 AM

You must have been going through some awful event to profess such emotional upheaval. Fortunately time turns the tables and eventually things setlle down. I'm really enjoying your poems PD, always you shine with a life lived to the fullest. Love, Elizabeth

Bruce Chhetri

September 1, 2011 at 11:41 PM

i dont understand how deep you can go and take out such a wonderful peice. thanks a lot

Sierra Biersack

June 12, 2011 at 9:19 AM

i enjoyed reading your poetry. Very good :) -Sierra

Robert Ginter

May 16, 2011 at 9:52 AM

P.D.- Thanks for your comments and feedback. The anger is clear in this poem. I like "...is like solid waste"! lol Although, however ugly it might be, the truth never stinks as much as a lie. The pain people cause us eventually makes us stronger. I hope you are healing. Good write, see you soon :)

Cory Long

May 2, 2011 at 4:59 AM

nicely written, I have enjoyed reading today. cory

Vince Suzadail Jr.

April 26, 2011 at 7:07 PM

I nicknamed a little girl I worked with at the psych hospital turtle. She was hard as nails and angry, Rage came easy but inside that hard shell was a kid with a good heart. You write well. Hopefully more fiction in poems like these than fact. God Bless. Vince

Jeffry Cohan

April 24, 2011 at 8:40 AM

your poetry is that which it was meant, by the universe to be and that is what great poetry is all about, I am phreepoetree u commentd me on a poem three words) P.S. IT SOUNDS TO ME AS IF YOU GE,T THE FACT THAT WE INHABIT A PUTRY PLANET WHEREUPON PEOPLE ARE PUKING AND PISSING ON. ATLAS, I DON'T THINK, WANTED A "GOLDEN SHOWER. WE BOTH, I BELIEVE, YEARN TO PAY OUR DUES BUT THE COST IS TOO GREAT AND THE HOURS SUCK I BEG U TO READ ME (rage same? phree!

Susan Mills

April 9, 2011 at 8:24 AM

Hello p.d.- I'm doing well. Thanks for asking. Much reveling of the self in this poem here. Tears are not all for naught and makes the heart grow stronger. Perhaps precious moments in time for a jewel of a poet. Thanks again, Susan

Debbie Guzzi

March 25, 2011 at 9:57 AM

UT oh...no being so sad! You're so strong! You go change your destiny to be what YOU want! Light & Love

Manouchka Doreus

March 24, 2011 at 11:24 AM

i enjoyed the metaphors, keep doing what your doing ~sandie~

Don Johnson

March 19, 2011 at 5:30 PM

The bitter taste will leave you soul, as it did before when you were whole, don't castigate your lovely self , but do let out the little elf, we all have thoughts of damning self is no good for our sweetest elf. love Don

Daver Austin

March 15, 2011 at 9:26 AM

"My heart is twisted, with barbed wire as a barricade." A priceless line. You come up with a lot of them. I think there is still a lot of that "precious jewel" left in you. Love, Dave

Gerard Keogh Jr.

March 13, 2011 at 8:11 PM

P.D. Half gritty, half soaring as only you can write it. one thing that NOONE can ever deny. You r style is unique and it might be impossible to replicate. There is a definition of..art that fits that, you know. How are you. Best always from gerard.

Gerard Keogh Jr.

March 1, 2011 at 6:32 PM

I like your flow here, as it seems unforced and unpretentious. you are stark and always true, even blunt and i like that! Regards, Gerard

Chelsea Stufleben

February 28, 2011 at 12:09 PM

I really like this:) good write

George Aul

February 21, 2011 at 9:33 AM

This is really intense....I liked it very much.... didn't read it till now, I'm glad I did.........Thanks for the comment.........George

Phyllis Babcock

February 20, 2011 at 9:10 AM

I feel so much emotion, like a warm heart that has died and gone cold. Lost how it is to really feel life and anger at the ones who do not see the truth. I can feel the passion in this awesome write. GREAT WRITE. love phyl