Wow...loved it! I'm going to start reading more from you. Your writing style is quite unique and very refreshing to read. The variety in your vocabulary here blew me away! Flow was flawless and imagery perfect which resulted in this masterpiece.

"Clown-like truths that haunt the bearer"
^Loved that line! It just stuck out to me...beautiful and unique.

Well done.
You have some amazing talent. :]
*5/5*

Wow!! each line of this poem simply blew me away. love the vocabulary you used and the rhythm of your words flowed together flawlessly..

Simply a perfect piece!

I love the way you captured every day life in a general way...

you're a very talented writter!

**Ada**
*aBSwaBHiaPL*

Okay, this is simply amazing.
I was very impressed with your choice of words here.
Great work! One of my favs!

Keep it up. :)

A wonderfully discriptive piece..

Behind gaping mouths await secrets,
Embedded in molars: untold gestures.
Clown-like truths that haunt the bearer.
Lets talk ambiguity -- bright and charming.
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Unspoken words..great way to describe them imbedded in teeth, now they would only come out reluctantly!! Truly mysterious :)
Truth from clowns could never be relied upon, could it?

Lies pucker valiantly atop the corner of lips,
Scorching conversation with imaginative advances.
Flying outward with seemingly perfected cadence,
Creating faulty foundations beneath trusting feet.
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I believe you are describing words that are fabricated for wanting ears, right?

Truth rests nonchalantly, leaning against tongue,
Near the tip he dances, to and fro: remaining.
Glimpses caught through hasty dialogue,
Right sided visions of fights inevitably lost.
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So frustrating when the truth you long to hear isn't forthcoming, worse still, when it seems teasingly close.

Within each throat, deep and circumstantial,
Linger families whose morals sway.
Algorithms commonly accepted throughout.
Beloved and Unwanted bleeding with one accord.
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A profound and revealing stanza. I imagine the words that are caught within a throat are stiffled through religious beliefs, maybe? On top of this a family, compounding the situation, their beliefs from a different generation and so more concrete, maybe?

Naked hearts were never my specialty,
Faults provided silver lined on dishes of gold.
Now humbled and regretful, seeking fresh horizons,
I surrender truth and lies altogether.
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Naked hearts, to me this suggestsa person with little or no emotional protection, right?
Silver lined and dishes of gold..this sounds like religious references, though Im not sure?
It sounds like too much truth is a bad thing, you long for minds that are no so restricted, a new life where society is less restrictive, maybe?

A very good write, full of really good metaphors.

well done

Michael

I received a message a few days ago
From someone I had never forgotten.
I’ll forgive her for thinking that I had.

I wouldn’t say this poem is poetic
Instead I would say, it needn’t be
when friendship blossoms beyond
The confines of these paltry words.