Poems about living a lie
The History of Rome, Books 1-5: The Early History of Rome by LivyLivy (c. 59 BC-AD 17) dedicated most of his life to writing some 142 volumes of history, the first five of which comprise The Early History of Rome. With stylistic brilliance, he chronicles nearly 400 years of history, from the founding of Rome (traditionally dated to 757 BC) to the Gallic invasion in 386 BC - an era which witnessed the reign of seven kings, the establishment of the Republic, civil strife and brutal conflict. Bringing compelling characters to life, and re-presenting familiar tales - including the tragedy of Coriolanus and the story of Romulus and Remus - The Early History is a truly epic work, and a passionate warning that Rome should learn from its history.
Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Join Goodreads. Quotes tagged as "lies" Showing of 2, The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love. But I never believe me. Hinton, The Outsiders.
Talking the talk of fantasy. Of wasted time… Only to realize should I care? Is it worth it? Look at the mask I wear… Two tone the color of false emotion. Can you pick out who is the real me? Peer into my eyes, what do you see?
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Are we really who we appear to be? Sun kissed or airbrushed skinWhite teeth and smooth lipsNot a blemish in sight, nope, no acne.
a little at a time david adler
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Next Poem. Trapped by four corners of glass, Striving for the upper class. No windows, no doors. Caught in the midst of a dream. Floating or yet just as it seems, An idea lingers across your mind But diminishes as soon as you find. You've almost made it, But you're stuck on the same page As everyone around. You're duplicated, Been dominated.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. From Katherine Towers' The Remedies. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Where are the songs of spring? So slow a fading out brings no real pain. Breath growing short Is just uncomfortable.