Pathological Poems - Poems about Pathological

She weaves her truths with thread so thin, The needle slips and lies begin. A charming grin, a steady gaze— Yet words distort in subtle haze. She speaks of feats she’s never done, A war she fought, a race she won. No shame, no pause, no hint of doubt, Just tales that twist themselves about. A shifting past, a fiction’s bloom, Each room she...

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he lied folks cried ...

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pathological liars seem to lie for no clear benefit or reason, but I think they do it because a fear inside needs easing the fear of feeling powerless that never ever leaves them the antidote "lies empower" brings release from the unceasing spawning from humiliation which they had no control of, or lonely isolation when they've nobody...

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Pathological liars lie to hide behind the lie, terrified of their honest truth becoming realized which they hide in their fragile mind kept captive 'til they die as they seek attention through misdirection mastered over time repeatedly repeating start believing their own words as people slowly start to see dishonesty absurd and if you point out...

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PATHOLOGICAL POETRY SO here we are within our small little world choosing words to express our Souls and Hearts! I choose to love you -- I choose to choose : like little precious 'comes and goes' like  famous sayings of those greatest poets my precious babies and love how you release the power of your talking:  it cuts into this psychological nightmare...

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Trust is rare & Truth is Free Lies will cost you... More than a Fee Why do we Lie....What is the High To cover who we are Or just to Comply Is it easier now To give a false Reply Amazing somehow All can Justify Dusting tracks from last night Just list the facts & No fight will Ignite The tip toeing Acts That were tracked at midnight Is...

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Donald trump = pathological psychopath Fred Trump taught his sole son Donald how to steal the leading way into more ass, though no hint given, nor prediction forecast in his growing up years, that would foretell, thru base anaphylactic cronyism, egotistical gall insidious kleptomania call, malodorous Machiavellian offal obnoxious quintessential skullduggery, unfair wicked yik yak zeal...

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Every word is gospel according to their stories Teenagers would never file a false report I remind them to begin with“Once upon a time” My children only tell the truth “just because” Simplicity with rocks inside the head works fine Soft words flow from the tongue like honey Truth is a hummingbird with pretty feet When...

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it's not like i am trying but have mastered true art and form from which considers that which is it is a witch but blessed be with you i've consented configured and have concurred conquered and conjured to throw you in the pond to see sink or swim...

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Just as eating too much cake will give you a bellyache, genuine con is always real fake An artful eye can chiseler tell if Mona Lisa’s smile ain’t original Forged truth ring alarm bells, imitation lip-sync is the trip signal Ducky got a condition, it’s pathological He’s gonna perjury himself, me be afraid so Ducky talk pathological, that’s just how he walk Ducky quack anti-social, bad erasing mean...

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One guy, a few years older, out of school, had seen me where I worked and asked me out. His look was nice. His car was super cool! He took me to some big event about an hour from our town. Till late we sat on bleachers, and he had so much to say so unbelievable at one point that I had...

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It seems easier to do good and live healthy if you live in a democratically robust and multiculturally resonant society. For the same reasons it's much easier to bring oneself harm and slowly disintegrate into isolating despair when you live in a capitalistic patriarchal elitist competing rights make monoculturing might anthro-centric supremacist society. EarthRights denied, also denies internal climate health as multicultural sacramental wealth....

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I am looking for someone to love, not need; I can’t say a word you’d receive; In another life she still would leave. I’m surrounded by the face from a dream, The emptiness draws out the scream; The loneliness watches her beam. Angry hands against the screen. My love, pathological and unforeseen. Last summer she was with me; Last summer, caught in between. Last...

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The birth of pathological Liars Creations from within the shadows of twisted minds, who’s passion for, planted seeds, filling it’s needs, not for the passion of life, or for life’s journey, but for the passion it will satisfy from the sapling, from its seed, so that in the future – after nine months – it can pleasure itself ...

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We breathe the same wind That used to swing the leaves On my street with solitary angels Words touching your lips are Fire flames that goes up the sky First, passing through me Then, from your gentle palms To the meteorites A pathological love Able to shake the world And the gravity The desire to touch you Makes me start a war With the universe...

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