Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 02-June 23:20:53 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 120395 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Truth of the Tortise [time] => 2006-05-19 17:27:57 [hometext] => not actually about a tortise...i'm feeling sorry for myself, bleh, guilty as accused [bodytext] => I don't have a chance
You get to pick and choose
Slow and timid lost the race
We knew I always lose

You've probably moved on
You never knew my name
I accuse thee of insanity
Jury decifers guilty; I'm a shame

Won, Lost; Innocent, Guilty
It matters in the end
All that I have shaped, wanted to be
No longer can I pretend
Act like something I'm not
These laws wont bend
I was slow at the starting shot

Shall I take it in stride?
Certain amounts of grace?
If I did; I lied
Truth can't keep my pace

Something I'm not
Nothing, I will be
I never even had a shot
Not the true me

With these bloody hands
I built my house of
Hiporacy and Lies
Sitting in the closet
Awaiting my rightful demise
I am the one swho can't see
I am what I deny

I will stay in my
Comfort of depression
I shall persist with lies
And never learn my lesson
Keeping close what I despise
I remain guilty of this crime

Crime of passion
Crime of hate
I will never be happy
That is my fate
I never had a chance
Never there; always late


[comments] => 1 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 48 [informant] => SmileSkinDeep [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Truth of the Tortise

Contributed by SmileSkinDeep on Friday, 19th May 2006 @ 05:27:57 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I don't have a chance
You get to pick and choose
Slow and timid lost the race
We knew I always lose

You've probably moved on
You never knew my name
I accuse thee of insanity
Jury decifers guilty; I'm a shame

Won, Lost; Innocent, Guilty
It matters in the end
All that I have shaped, wanted to be
No longer can I pretend
Act like something I'm not
These laws wont bend
I was slow at the starting shot

Shall I take it in stride?
Certain amounts of grace?
If I did; I lied
Truth can't keep my pace

Something I'm not
Nothing, I will be
I never even had a shot
Not the true me

With these bloody hands
I built my house of
Hiporacy and Lies
Sitting in the closet
Awaiting my rightful demise
I am the one swho can't see
I am what I deny

I will stay in my
Comfort of depression
I shall persist with lies
And never learn my lesson
Keeping close what I despise
I remain guilty of this crime

Crime of passion
Crime of hate
I will never be happy
That is my fate
I never had a chance
Never there; always late






Copyright © SmileSkinDeep ... [ 2006-05-19 17:27:57]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Truth of the Tortise (User Rating: 1 )
by richcol7522 on Wednesday, 9th May 2007 @ 09:39:54 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
You and I are kinda on the same page right now. Another great write. Keep up the good work.

Rich




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com