Pieces of Me

I’m in every woman I write about
and in every man, the dream
I’m inserted in every line
like dirt stuck underneath the seams

You can uncover my dreams
in every word I write down
witness the nightmares that plague me
that no sunshine can ever drown

Until I write down that one story
that’s yearning to be told
the one that hopes to find the truth
before my soul grows too cold

Until then, find pieces of me
between the lines that I write
in books and in poetry
a weary traveler wandering in the night

Body of Lies

her body tells her things
she doesn’t want to know
so many lies uncovered
no matter where she goes

that she has to do this thing or that
just to fit right in
when it only takes her the farthest
from who she really is within

when every scar is hidden
and every imperfection denied
her body never lies though
it uncovers every truth that she hides

and as her mind overrules her
and always undermines
her body tells her anyway
every single time

trust yourself, it says to her,
you know what to do
don’t listen to the naysayers
they’ve long forgotten their truth

it’s in your every heartbeat
and every word you say
it’s hidden behind your smiles
when you say, i’m okay

until you face the awful truth,
confront each self-fulfilling lie
your body will always tell its truth
till the day you let it die

2015  © Liz Madrid

when the masks fell

when the masks fell
and we were revealed
each one of us, our skins
peeled
we screamed in anger
and in shame
unable to face the world
with just our names
the ones we chose to hide our words
when in despair, we carved out
with swords
the hearts of many who
never believed
that we’d amount to something
or give us reprieve
for being human, for being
fallible
so unfailingly open to the world
and so gullible
if only to allow the feelings
to seep in
to soak through our defenses
and mold us
from within
to yank away the layers
we hide behind
and reveal the truth that lies
inside
so the masks fell
but we’ll be alright
for we’re writers, we reveal
what others hide
out of sight.


 

*Image by @Designthewild on DeviantArt

Daily Prompt: This Much is True…Yet Not So True

For today’s prompt, (I) tell us three things that you believe in your heart to be true.  (II) Tell us three things you believe in your heart to be false.

I.

This much is true, that all men must die
no matter how they may have lived,
whether they uttered the truth
or every word they spoke
was a lie. But there
is also god,
his name we
all know –
love.

II.

Life does not end when we fade away,
for memories keep souls alive
long after ashes drift with
the breath of our sighs – but
all won’t be alright
with you alone
by yourself –
when I’m
gone.

*A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional.

 

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Daily Prompt: Truth

Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRUTH.

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Truth is often such a bitter pill
Going down too rough and too harsh
Like a mirror that’s too clear
Showing that which we fear
Though sometimes, timing
is just not right
and we yearn
for the
lies.

– 3/365

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