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Denial maketh hypocrite


Shouldn’t have named the ship Regrets,

for there’s no sailing back in time,

Had to be deaf when the Sirens

started singing your favourite rhymes.

Knowing them to feed on lost souls,

fair punishment for mindless crimes,

I can be trusted on this one,

Boy there are wounds you can’t stitch twice.


Now down to the last but one chance,

can you fathom the urgency?

Worry some more my senseless friend,

the rules you must read carefully.

She would have told you everything

if your dear mother only knew,

Trust your instincts, slow your breathing

and brace yourself for the journey.


Damned be the coin that flipped you good

and this optionless universe.

Down in the air, groggy you stood

gasping out for poisoned answers.

When no one picked up on your call,

you invoked love in a whisper,

Yet what you bargained in the end

looked like a self inflicted curse.


That’s the best case scenario,

where you are left with zero chance,

12 million miles from where you want,

12 million steps from a romance…

Can’t read a map, lost as can be

Can’t see a sign, can’t ring the bell.

Give up, you’re tired and thirsty

There’s no liking the way it smells…


And now your head becomes a bar

And now my stanzas ain’t sober

You lost your keys and all your cash,

The next round is on me brother,

One tasteless liquor too many,

We’re minutes before tomorrow

Today’s a bad joke too early

It fits like vodka in Moscow.


Ain’t no place left for you to go,

no timeline you can wander on.

You played with life and she played you,

what’s the safeword you agreed on?

So done searching, forgotten phrase

Guess now’s the time to accept it.

You messed up in so many ways,

Denial maketh hypocrite.

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  1. Another great piece!

    I actually wrote a piece on my “safe word”. lol

    Well done, my friend.

      • I shared it for you, M’dude!
        Thanks for asking.

  2. NB NB

    as I have already mentioned, it’s not just one story you’re telling – it’s a multitude of them, because every stanza, even every line contains more than it seems at first.. for example..

    “The next round is on me brother,

    One tasteless liquor too many,

    We’re minutes before tomorrow”

    I believe it goes way deeper than the central idea of the poem.. it’s almost a collection of proverbs that not just only describe specific situation, but also fit next to one another pretty much perfectly.. it’s like a puzzle where every piece means something for itself, & much more when put into the entirety..

    so yea.. it’s a masterpiece.. an unusual one πŸ™‚

    • That’s why I wanted your comment. You’re the only one to understand so well what I m trying to do and Say. I can’t thank you enough my friend

  3. midnightrain

    Wow, what an insightful and deep piece. I love your writing style so much because it’s so unique yet it feels so comfortable. The way you slip from stanza to stanza effortlessly carrying a story which could be read individually too is just amazing. I love this πŸ™‚

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