Best Sadtruth Poems


Fruit of Her Womb

Whom should I compare her to! I look around
I think a lot, but I find none
She is my god~  ~  ~ ~my small god
Worthy of praise without a pause
Each time I look at her
 and see her grayish hair,
"I am heavy with countless thoughts
that clog my breath"
As the day arrives like a crow in a cornfield
each person draws to his end.
This sadtruth makes me wail as a child.

She carried me in her womb for months
while some terminated theirs.
There were days she found it hard to sleep
when she had those false alarm labor cramps.
Took care of me from cradle till I grew up
and in those days she became a singer
and an acrobatic dancer
without a drum drummed for her.
With lullabies she sang through the night,
just to comfort me in till morning light.

There were times I fed on her
while her belly was empty as air.
There were days she bore the blame for my fault.
There were days she cried for me
and days she went without
just to have me wear something new,
and said, "You're my future, my need."
Her fruits has now begun to yield
but, her days seem to speed
I wish I have a catalytic spell
to morph her back into a young girl
so that I can take care of
her for as long as I want.
I wish I have the elixir of life to make her live
for days seem to be just a single night.

Only God is  unending;
But my love for her is a sea
that will never dry.

Her Flavor Is Black Cherry

For the people who don’t understand, let me make things clear.
He twisted her arm and made her scream.
Heartbreak was inevitable at this moment. Her mind was numb.
And time had come.
With no warning signs or a place to hide,
She danced along the rim of his teeth, playing hard to get.
Her mind thought once never thought twice. 
She smacked him back to the future.
No truth rolled from her tongue.
All lies.
Her long hair pulled out from her roots. 
Cut to a short length. Her stomach growled.
And now she envied all that was lost at this moment.
And the moon came out. Nothing to feel but only delight.
He then fought to make himself a mystery.
She fought to solve his so called history.
Rhymes fell out of her mind. There was no rhythm.
A dark liquid oozed from her heart. A particular taste. 
Sweet and tart.
No rhyme or reason. Picked at random.
And then she thought this liquid would go swell with some wisdom.
She opened him up like a fortune cookie.
Cracking his sweet shell and finding the truth that sits inside.
Its something she already new. Its something that she had heard before.
But she needed to hear it from him.
She washed it down with a milkshake flavored black cherry.
Smooth and dark. The deep red grows brighter until it flows down His cracked skull.
It drips to the ground and makes a pool around. Red.
She denied the fact that she bashed his mind. 
He tried to hide the reason or rhyme.
She fought him and obviously won.
She fought to find out why he had come.
The road is short and it’s coming to an end.
Mysterious as he seemed.
He was easily solved.
The taste lingered and she felt satisfied. Her mind created an addiction.
Abusive behavior the attraction.
Dangerous and weary she fought to remember.
But could never.

Endless Lies

I’m sitting here so quietly
I’m licking at my wounds
I’m feeling myself shutting down
And feel my life is doomed

Too much hurt I harbour here
And feel a lack of cares
It’s all so easy I find them say
To know that I’m not there

My restless spirit in me
Is tired of the pain
It wants to take off from here
No more of this lifes games

I’ve had enough of caring
I’ve had enough of love
I’ve had enough of friends who leave
And say its all too hard

It’s easy to say caring words
It’s easy to say love
Its actions that do speak to me
I feel truth from above

So many times I’ve felt too deep
So many times I’ve cried
I feel like now just closing down
Let my truth I feel reside

So go you there with endless lies
I’m better off alone
I’ve no faith left inside me now
To search for that unknown


Face the Sun

How am I supposed to breathe, when the air is thickest here?
At this place where the truth comes out
I need to decide on my own who I am, without the help of the sun
I have to face the things that I keep hidden before I can ever face hope and love
Two things I don’t believe in anymore
This world is obsessed with the short term pleasures that once over leave you more empty 
than before
So we all move faster in this attempt to outrun it
Not knowing it always live in us...it’s a loosing fight
And the truth is hiding in our hearts, eating at our souls, screaming to be acknowledged
This place we're at will only leave us craving for more and leave us unsatisfied
To open up is to die, but to hold back is hallow
We're al left on the floor needing a hero
Not realizing that person is in all of us...
So stop fleeing to the light, turn and face the dark
Fight the past you've kept hidden, learn and move 
It's the only way to truly feel the sun

Eyes of the Beholder May 14 2008

Through the eyes of the beholder,
so much truth you can see.
Look deep enough, imagine the images that replay over and over again,
that is the truth of me.

Sadness, anger, sorrow and pain,
so many emotion bottled up inside my head.
Can you feel what I feel? Do you see what I see?
How hard have you tried.

Insanity flows through my body, 
filling up every vein and vessel that keeps me alive.
Alive as I can be I suppose, struggling from day to day,
just to survive

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