Sierra Staten Poems
|121.||You Can'T Outsmart The Rain||6/4/2014|
|122.||Unread Lines Of My Existence||12/25/2014|
|123.||I See The Light||12/4/2014|
|128.||I Cherish My Sun||8/31/2013|
|129.||Born In The Bad World||3/2/2012|
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I can look into your eyes and try to find honesty
But honesty is something I'm not sure I can define.
Honesty is the truth.
We hide so many things from one another
In hopes to make ourselves a more likeable being
But in doing that we are creating lies.
Walking lies, that's what we are.
Honesty means nothing anymore,
Those considered the most honest of people hide things unimagined
And create a realm where there is no such thing as honesty
all in an attempt to maintain the title of 'honest'
Nobody is the person they say they are.
Granted some are more ...
My Suicide Letter
You'll see me cry, you'll watch every tear
But the words behind them, you'll never hear
There I am in the reflection,
of the mirror on this wall,
in the tiny dark bathroom,
Right next to the stalls.
It's obvious I'm visible,
Since those dead eyes are mine,