lying – PoeEternal

CDC And FDA Trusted By Only Half Of Americans : NPR

A new Harvard poll shows that only half of Americans trust the CDC — other health agencies were rated even lower. During a pandemic, trust is critical to the success of a public health response. — Read on http://www.npr.org/2021/05/13/996331692/poll-finds-public-health-has-a-trust-problem Not very shocking that half of Americans think the CDC is full of shit. 👀 YouContinue reading “CDC And FDA Trusted By Only Half Of Americans : NPR”

Reign new spoken word poetry reel

This is probably one of the best poems I’ve never written… 😔

Lead

I’m not the one who should be waving a white flag… (in rhyme)

The Lie

Don’t think I was prepared to see what I saw but I did after all (beware light nudity- not age restricted)

Single (Never Married)

Heaven is empty but my tongue is clean (poetry and prose)

Forever Exists In You And I

LOL I found another way to say I love you (in rhyme)

Has-been

He once called me his angel and queen. Now I’m just a has-been.

Soft Landings

I’m still dipping my toes in non-rhyme. 🤓

Rage

I’m angry, I’m furious, I’m full of rage

Ash

Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them

Black Tongue

“Sometimes a cigar is a cigar” and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101

Ought To Know

All a man has is his word but he doesn’t even have that…

Red Flags

They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit…

Feckless

All I want to say is narcissists don’t care about you…

Stillness

I’m not the reason he is bad, I’m not the reason you have no self-worth.

I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE

Masks

Perhaps if I had just lied about my feelings for him he’d still be here…

Lies

how many lies do you tell yourself when you lie awake in the bed at night? A poem.

Copperhead

A poem about sneakery and lying. Narcissism. Snakey habits.

The Best Things In Life Aren’t Free

A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.

PICTURE OF A PICTURE by @poeeternal I have a picture of a picture It was clear I wasn’t stricter I have a picture of her picture He’d still be here if I were richer It won’t be long & he will ditch her She’ll have a picture of his picture Bury her head deep intoContinue reading “Picture of a Picture”

Call To Battle

Street lights are blinding Friends don’t need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I’m not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019