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Living a Lie.Living a Lie.

You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.

When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.

As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.

You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.

But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool

Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw

Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.

We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.

We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount

Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.

Evil, is knowing better

But purposely doing worse.

Toying with love by the tether

And laughing when it hurts.

Prevailing by any measure

With no intention to reimburse.

Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures

Gaining what you never truly deserved.

To live a life of complete leisure

And never keeping to your words.

Manipulating and applying pressure

Be

Inside Out.Inside Out.

Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.

The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.

Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.

All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.

Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.

The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.

You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.

So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be

One of Many.One of Many.

I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you will think of me.

So I make subtle adjustments
And become someone you want me to be.

I hide behind my mascara and concealer.
Smile and respond when instructed.

I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I allow myself to become conducted.

I allow myself to become obstructed.
I allow myself to become abducted.
I allow myself to become corrupted.
I allow myself to become artificial.
I allow myself to become superficial.
I allow myself to become egotistical

And live behind a carefully applied screen.
Because my real face can never be seen.

It's easier to act

The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.

You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and

Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.

They’ll never know
And we won’t hold it against them.
It’s not like they owe
It to us to make us feel like men
And women that are destined for greater things.
They have a higher purpose and calling.
It is they who have a bigger say in the world we live in.
Yes our lives may be predictable and boring.
But we have all in some way earned our positions.
In this life there are followers and then there are leaders,
And it’s the leaders that make those cut throat decisions.
Just like in school, you have the underachievers and the divas.

They have abilities and talents that are deemed useful
And i

Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.

She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.

She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.

She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.

Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.

Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.

There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.

The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows

Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.

When I talk, you don’t listen.

You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.

You view every conversation as a competition.

All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.

The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.

Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.

I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.

But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.

What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.

I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.

My place in the conversation is to respond and

Questions.Questions.

Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.

Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.

The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.

Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.

Even though we may feel defenseless.

The possibilities are endless.

The opportunities are relentless.

Opinions become senseless

And still we lie restless.

Attempting to solve the unsolvable

And control the uncontrollable.

To know th

The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.

He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.

He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.

Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.

The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.

But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.

The constant contrast

Absence.Absence.

I hate the thought of coming home to an empty room.

It is a scenario my mind is not able to consume.

Even though I know you will be back soon.

I still have to wait for your return,

In order for my life to resume.

Kela Lewis-Morin

Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.

So if...

Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught

And

Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.

Then

Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.

Which means

Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts

And

Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.

It would seem then you are either one way or the other.

There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.

So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.

Because you can never know the person you one day might become.

L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.

It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.

It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.

It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.

It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.

It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.

It will take your independence.
You will become used to it

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This colour doesn't suit me at all.

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I can't breathe in it.

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Who ever designed this is blind.

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Wasted Words.

by *KelaLewis-Morin, Feb 18, 2013, 6:04:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Wasted Words.

We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.

To reveal,
How we truly feel.

We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.

Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.

We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.

Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.

We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.

We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.

We wait and wait.

Stall and prolong.

Until it’s too late

And the moment has gone.

There is never a convenient time.

For us to say what is really on our minds.

It takes the sight of a death bed.

For us to say what needs to be said.

Kela Lewis-Morin

Wasted Words.by *KelaLewis-Morin

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I have not finished any work in a while because I have been working so much lately but my blackberry is filled with ideas lol. I wrote this one last night when I could not sleep, I wanted it to be simplistic and mess around with the form just to break away from conventionality. This was inspired by the amount of words I waste myself and just dancing around the truth because I know I have not got to say how I feel right now. I hope this works and I hope you guys like it

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~NeoPaladinOfLight Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Dude, on the real, you're like my new favorite. Keepin' it simple and clean, but making it cuts deep.

~sunny1212 Mar 28, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

I really enjoyed reading this <333

~NaturalDreamer18 Mar 17, 2013

Another lovely piece. I really like the flow of this poem. Very smooth and at a right pace. May I also narrate this piece? I await your reply.

Have a good day. ^^

~StoryWeaver29 Mar 7, 2013

Wow. At first I thought it was talking about not standing up for yourself when you're being picked on. But once I got to the end, I read that it means you don't say the things that should have been said to the people you care about.

I think that these past few poems have been the best I've read of yours, in my opinion.

*KOAnimation Mar 2, 2013 Student General Artist

This poem has a good flow

The way its presented works very well for it too. At the end the creeping effect does give it an extra elegance.

Some lines are a little off syllable count wise. The one I picked up on was:

"We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.

We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow."

Something I am guilty of too, is putting too many connectives in a word. These lines are a little awkward because of the same problem. More so with the latter two lines, the last line can simply be said "So today is not filled with sorrow", but that obviously upsets your syllables. So instead, maybe substituting words or adding more description? A suggestion would be "So today's not cracked, and filled with sorrow", or "So today's not filled with pain and sorrow". If you don't like the use of "today's" instead of "today is", then there is always "so today is not lost, filled with sorrow". I have noticed you don't tend to use words like "isn't", "doesn't", or anything shortened like that, and I don't know if that's a personal writing choice, so I'll leave that point open with you.

Aside from those very nit picky things, I think its awesome

Your work is a joy to read :3 and I hope you don't mind the critique

~poeknowsprose Feb 27, 2013

I really liked the flow and meaning of this. It truly is really difficult to say what you mean sometimes, and that can really end up being a big problem.

~linwriter Feb 26, 2013

Love this..so perfectly expressed!

Late night writing of ideas when can not sleep produces good work..I find this true so often with those of us that write.

~Thorns-And-Roses Feb 26, 2013 General Artist

I love this! Quite beautiful and oh so true. Great work!

~Phantasm1 Feb 26, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It takes a lot of courage to say what one thinks, in some ways. I liked the flow and the rhyme works with it.

~UkeBug Feb 26, 2013 Student Writer

Aboso-frickin'-lutely

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