Best Truth Of The Matter Is Poems
Society Killed The Teenager
So you want to be a princess, and save the prince yourself?
Or take steps on the moon?
Can’t you see I won’t let you do that?
I’m worse than even your parents, you see, I’m society!
Ever play with toys that are meant for boys?
The other kids laughed at you?
You’re a girl, get away from action figures! I’ll train you to be who I want you to be. I’m society.
Kiss a girl, kiss a boy, who do you want to be?
I’ve told you before; you’re a girl not a boy,
Learn to be who you should be.
Listen to you? No, listen to me, I’m society!
Everyone says to be yourself, but they
Don’t actually mean it.
The truth of the matter is
He’s not a boy, and he can’t become one.
Everyone listen to me!
Teenager, teenager, who are you?
Everyone tells me, you’re…
Expecting!
Not again, girl, did you listen to me?
Abort this mission? No, you’re Church screams pro life!
Get rid of it, keep it, it should be your choice,
Everyone has a different advice, but listen to me and only me.
Really, this was easy, you see. They listen to me, and I tell them, who I want them to be.
I’m society.
Pussy (Vulnerabilities)
Pussy
Men sometimes put no value to sex and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
Submit options of letting you indulge in her essences. See some have had men all over the world and there is one thing for
Sure that pussy has a name never a face, Mumu , myse ,kisse, pepita, catellus, passera, mita it all mean
The same thing Pussy, pussy, pussy. And the truth of the matter is your sometimes not remembered or
Even thought about once you give the pussy up!
So guard and respect your pussy and you’ll be wiser for not giving it up, I thought of all the times I
Gave up my pussy and grieving the next day he was gone, nothing but a memory of the condom he either didn’t
Or did put on! I have disrespected my body for a moment of pleasure far too valuable to get rid of, and
The 15 minutes or less or if I’m lucky an hour of pleasure soon will be forgotten as he’s on to the next one
Or back with his main love or the one whose holding out, but she worth waiting for.
Pussy is abuse sometimes tainted with the smell of semen left inside you with your naïve ass, I’m not going
Anywhere imma be here for you, trust me so the pussy stinks reeks of disappointment!
As they get dressed to leave a delicate kiss on the forehead and a polite thanks for the pussy!
Don’t be this chick (hold out on giving up the Pussy, be known for your worth)
You’re so much more than ass or pussy! I now know my worth!
Written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines 9/16/2014
You have to be selective and or practice abstinence in order to be valued ,some women get lucky and he does come back the next day ,but for how long ? Men like to chase and if you give it up too easy its a waste of time ,hes no longer interested and will soon prowl for another ! Keep it to your self till the time is right ,if he won't wait then forget about him!
Your yellow appears during
the darkest days
as you feel the black set in.
Being aware of your
instincts causes a chain reaction
that bleeds into nothingness,
blended below your tortured remorse.
You're scared, I know.
The trepidation crowds your self-worth.
You're sad, I know.
The truth of the matter is that your
foreboding crisis creeps outside the
color of your true essence.
Your essence is yellow.
Always has been, but you
could never feel your sunshine.
The daily struggle of haunting ghosts,
makes you relive the childhood
demons over and over again.
When you were born, you held
a golden locket in your heart.
When you were born, you held
a medallion inside your soul.
These shades made you...you.
And you...basked into the smiles
your mother gave you when in her arms.
Depression sets in during trials of
lost souls. The lost souls crowd around and
eat at your flakes of sanity.
Chemical reactions ignite, and somewhere
in between your despondency and agony,
the fire breaks through and you crave
the rain.
Your rain is full of satisfied contentment.
Your rain comes to an end,
and there it is.
Your sweet shades of insightful yellow.
I only have one wish.
That you could've seen your yellow,
before it was too late.
Good bye, my sweet, may you rest in peace...
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: March 21, 2016
There is an ache, a hurt that makes no list.
Its name isn’t cancer or heart, but loneliness.
Its victims are usually old, but may be young.
They wait for a call or visit that doesn’t come.
The elderly may sense that having been used
It is time for them to be aloofly excused.
They labored for others they hardly knew
Only to be discarded with lives near through.
Chances are there’s a widow on your block
Who stares out a window at an empty walk.
A wave from a passerby would light her face
And restore fading faith in the human race.
Why do we make time for trifles of naught,
Isn’t there someone whom we have forgot?
Abandon for moments life’s wearying ways,
And show love to the lonely all of your days.
Discordant voices will promptly claim doubt.
“It’s a new day!” they will harshly cry out.
But the truth of the matter is this reality:
To live life richly requires a loving mentality.
Time pauses when your heart's breaking,
and you feel each minute detail.
Yet, the truth of the matter is;
dreams and wishes rarely prevail.
You cannot see beyond lust's lies,
blinded by Hope's masking effect.
Yet, anchored in reality,
hearts forgive moments of neglect.
Love's a song sung as a duet,
whose harmony is in two parts.
And it is an intimate tune,
orchestrated by lonely hearts.
Love does not follow rigid rules,
for love is unpredictable.
And yet, when half souls become one,
happiness is predictable.
Love's an intangible feeling;
that can fuel a kiss or tear.
So, when eternal bliss beckons,
lovers lower their shield of fear.
I inched my way towards the end of this year
with a hopeful prayer on my heart
The last few years have been so challenging
to say the least.
The truth of the matter is the best blessing of all,
turned out to be you.
There were moments when I felt despair
and there were days when I almost gave up
Life had become a series of uncertain events
and so, I clung to my Faith like a lifeboat from heaven
and waited rudder in hand, dreaming of calmer waters
I observantly counted each favored blessing
until I came to the realization that
the best blessing of all this year was
you, my Jesus, dear *
Nov 19, 2022
She wore a whole suit of armor around her heart and soul that nobody could come through to cause her fear, suffering, and pain, she wouldn't have it let alone permit it to happen so she never let people see to the heart of her soul.
She first started wearing the suit of armor as a child, she continued to keep it polished and strong all of these years it had worked like a charm. Family, and friends all thought they knew her heart, soul, thoughts, and feelings.
But the truth of the matter is nobody really knew her at all, they were just trying to tell her how to think and feel because they thought they were so smart. She thought it was funny at how they assumed that they knew her when in truth they didn't, all thanks to her polished strong suit of armor that she wore.
She believed with her whole heart and soul that nobody would ever come past her polished strong suit of armor that she wore, she found out just how naive she really was one day.
It just wasn't anybody no this person was the only person who has always had her heart from their very first meeting of each other, she continued to try and keep her suit of armor polished and strong even though she was with her love.
But to her greatest surprise and dismay, she didn't notice anything wrong until it was way too late, her love had already put a crack in her polished strong suit of armor that she wore to protect herself with. No matter how much she tried she couldn't fix the crack in her polished strong suit of armor that she wore, the damage was already done and her love had already seen through to her heart and soul.
By: Vera Rice!
Taking that heart for granted, he's got alot of nerve,
In her heart she knows he does not deserve,
He rides his pity train just to get attention,
He uses and manipulates, all for his own intentions,
Does not know a thing about love, yet he cries his lonesome tune,
I'm sure I'm not the only one who's heard him chime the blues,
Blames his pain on everyone else, yet he makes his own bed,
He has forgotten what love is in his own narcissistic head,
He makes excuses for everything to cover up the truth,
He constantly tries to make you at fault for things he'll say n do,
He'll sweet talk you and make you feel like your the only one,
And turn around and backstab you, evil runs in his blood,
He preys upon the good hearted because he lacks the love they have,
To make himself feel better and not take responsibility for being bad,
He'll come back around and blame himself, just so you'll feel sorry for him,
The truth of the matter is its a revolving door because he'll do it all over again,
I'm not asking for a world of pain, and your abuse with me ends now,
The only way out of his own mess is to learn to love himself,
Oh, he'll tell you he deserves better, but that's his ego speaking,
He talks in the third person, even to himself, but that's really not what he's believing,
For if control is not under his wing, he's lost all sense of self,
And when he loses that feeling of control, he uses and hurts everyone else.
I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Eventually time passes...
Sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, the truth of the matter is this...
I carry vague recollections of words spoken from people who have passed before me. I can slightly remember an, “I love you”, or even maybe a “goodbye” here or there. But the deepest connection comes from the intimate recollections of impressions left on my heart. Sentiments of compassion leaves footprints on my soul and my emotions will never forget those senses of that sort of love. I have memorized each everlasting feeling left behind from lives left. Sometimes leaving without warning, which makes my feelings more raw as time passes. Sometimes they leave slowly which makes my mind remember, but with ease.
Eventually time passes…and with each moment I commemorate all affections left behind.
A Response To...
Silent One
October 15, 2016
cross it
my heart with my fist
to a country spirit long forgotten
wrapped around the wrist
of some infidel
American scum
but the truth of the matter is
they wanna go home
troops that come home
to shoes thrown at their face
its like a long spent nightmare
but real life is all they see
baby killer my bottom
taking orders has its flaws
they do what their told
not what they want
so dont blame ameri-troops
cuz it really isnt them
No one seeks the Rose of Sharon,
despite her being declared as the maiden so fair,
by King Solomon,
The truth of the matter is, her complexion is not fair
enough, to give her cross-over appeal allowing the
Knights of the Round Table to "wheel and deal",
Yet, no one would dare say it is really that way,
for fear of being accused of bigotry and prejudice,
Despite her brilliance and favour from God,
The Rose Of Sharon was used and cast aside
as if she were manure or sod,
If only she were a fair lady she would have received
the world and all the help required to succeed,
but the color charts would not permit,
therefore, sensibilities took heed,
and great achievments from a rose colored wit would
not be seen,
because it would be unbearable to watch the raisin
in the sun preen.
I lay awake in the wee hours of the night
can't get no sleep when you're out of my sight
I hear a whisper in the dark whenever we're apart
could it really be you or the pounding of my heart
Sometimes I see your face up in the cloud
You're staring in my face and laughing out loud
I feel a love tap upon my shoulder
It looks like you just a little bit older
I pick up the phone to make a call
Then suddenly the cord rips from the wall
I scream out loud Oh! what could it be
You answer in a soft brisk voice my sweet it's only me
No need to fret or even scream, the truth of the matter is
It's only a dream.
Every body is afraid of being themselves, losing it in between the lies and false smiles. Who do we become, who are we, just puzzles of others personalities melding into a damaged piece. So is our imaginations the place we run to, or from? The truth of the matter is that, the solace of being us is not behind a mask but out their without it.
I killed someone today I just put her to sleep
I wish I never did it cuz now I cannot sleep
I took her life to save her from all the pain and misery
She's in a better place now her life is just a mystery
For all the pain I feel inside I pray the lord forgives me
Cuz if he doesn't I don't know what will become of me
I feel ashamed I feel so sick I throw up everytime
I hear her voice inside my head screaming all the time
There's blood on my shirt, on my hands and all over my face
I got thoughts of you touching me with a warm gentle embrace
I knew you for a short time and couldn't wait to see you
But the truth of the matter is that you will never live to
I have to live with this for the rest of my life
Sitting in that waiting room it's like I held the knife
No matter what the circumstances there's no justifications for my actions
Because despite our financial difficulties there's always adoption
I killed someone today I just put her to sleep
I wish I never did it cuz now I cannot sleep