Cruel truths are
Neither kind nor
Justified under
The pretext of love
Gnawing the spirit
Conversant with
The finer tissues
Of the heart’s chamber
When you assail it
And munch the heartstrings
Because the truths are
Not true, and you know it.
Author: Stephanie Suh
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Cruel to be kind
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Cyclone
Whirling, wheeling
Swirling, swiveling
A cyclone of discord
Brings a vortex of chaos
Into the palace of the soul
Shaking the caryatids
Carrying the dome of hopes
Frescoed with memories,
Whereas the Queen weeping
Stands up to fate alone
In the ruins of yesterdays. -
Aspiration
The great eagle
Gliding on a flying
Magic carpet
In the blue sky
Breasting the air
And sees the wind
Carry a herd of clouds
Like a ghost shepherd
Skybound, spellbound
Breathtaking, neverending. -
Purloined
Those thousands of wishes
Those thousands of dreams
All vanished into the ether
Like a fleeting mirage
Of shining waters yonder
When the fates saw them
Not hers and let demonssnatch them again ever
Until she left this life
And returned to another. -
Candid
“All’s for the best
In the best of all
Possible worlds,”
Says Pangloss,
A man who uses
His reading against
The Human heart
As Candide sees it
Drowning in the sea
And his egalitarian
heart has no place
In the best of all
Possible worlds.
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