as a poet unearthing the secrets of my soul i often feel transparent
"The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, for the truth"- Alfred Adler
I need you to tell me the truth.
No darting around it, no skirting like
a 1980s vintage lounge room, just truth.
I need you to peel back the layers.
No chopping them up, no blending like
an electric bar mix, just truth.
I need you to forget excuses.
No quick alibis, no covering like
a sheepskin rug, just truth.
I need you to dust off the memory.
No repression, no throwing it to the back like
a bruised apple, just truth.
I need you to turn the page.
No reading backwards, no flipping like
a glossy magazine, just truth.
I need you to pull out the skeleton key.
No fresh-cut copy, no replacement like
an interchange bench, just truth.
I need you to untwist your tongue.
No silent pauses, no muffling like
a broken speaker, just truth.
I need you to look me straight in the eye.
No blinking the lids, no over the shoulder like
I'm made of glass, just truth.
So tell me now, before I shatter
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 01:47
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"The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, for the truth"- Alfred Adler
I need you to tell me the truth.
No darting around it, no skirting like
a 1980s vintage lounge room, just truth.
I need you to peel back the layers.
No chopping them up, no blending like
an electric bar mix, just truth.
I need you to forget excuses.
No quick alibis, no covering like
a sheepskin rug, just truth.
I need you to dust off the memory.
No repression, no throwing it to the back like
a bruised apple, just truth.
I need you to turn the page.
No reading backwards, no flipping like
a glossy magazine, just truth.
I need you to pull out the skeleton key.
No fresh-cut copy, no replacement like
an interchange bench, just truth.
I need you to untwist your tongue.
No silent pauses, no muffling like
a broken speaker, just truth.
I need you to look me straight in the eye.
No blinking the lids, no over the shoulder like
I'm made of glass, just truth.
So tell me now, before I shatter
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 813 times
Written on 2006-09-13 at 01:47
Tags Truth 
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