Carnal Indecency

Carnal Indecency sonnet poems

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If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole,
Maybe wisen up to the days you stole,
But your consciousness is dripping south,
So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth,
You’re so effortless to behold and paper thin,
With glazed eyes and fabrication running down your chin,
Each word its own affliction,
Each glance a rusty contradiction,
The day after you fall off the fairytale,
You may realize not everything is for sale,
When you earn the tears,
That ooze from your soul as it disappears,
And the pain of such gilded secrecy,
Ruins the varnish on your carnal indecency,
Hands with twisted fingers will drag you underneath,
As the demented screams penetrate your teeth,
When the blood all pumps from your heart,
You’ll no longer believe the happy ending is as pleasurable as the start.

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I'm a student currently studying journalism at App state. Writing is my main passion in life and I currently am focused on writing a novel as my main project with poems on the side. Hopefully after an appropriate amount of time I will have written enough poems to string them together as part of one coherent theme and release a poetry book.
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Lies…Such a real-like tale about something so abstract! Awesome!