The Quality of a Lie.

So many times in my life, people have fed me lies,

so many lies, I lost count.

Lies about them, lies about me, lies about them with me, lies about them with

someone else.

The lies just kept on coming– after time, I realized that I’m done believing what people say to me.

I am to the point where the compliments, the sweet words, the so-called “truth,” just comes in one ear and stumbles out the other

 …… the words stop, for a sweet second, and I appreciate them

 

then reality hits, and I remember,

                    the quality of a lie.

 

The way it makes me feel good, makes me feel worth something, makes me feel like I actually mean to this person,

what

they

say

I

do.

 

Then the lie comes alive, and I realize what it really was to start out with– an untrue, heart-wrenching,

 false commitment to my thoughts.

I got so tired of hearing these lies,

       and I don’t know any other way–

                  it’s unfortunate really,

because I honestly want to believe the words you say

Just an FYI, fellow followers

Just yearning to let all one of my followers know that I’m not whipping these blog posts out left and right and pulling them out of my ass.  I actually previously had a blog (http://the-moon-rises.blogspot.com check it out if desired) but decided to move my work to the famous WordPress.

 

Hope you enjoy,

Love,

ChangChongChris

I hear…

I hear, the memories are the greatest factor

 

                                                                                                of the past.

They’re the only things,

    

             that make the good parts

really last.

 

But what happens, 

when the memories fade, 

 

    and the person

                                     who you loved,

          

                                                                            was the one who helped them be made?

 

 

 

Who can remember them now?

 

 

All we can remember 

is the bad.

 

 

The memories, 

      that seem to make us 

             steaming mad.

 

 

Because there’s 

no 

one 

here 

 

           to help us remember the good…

                

                                                                             They’ve all been destroyed, 

                                                                                                  by your life-ruining bat.

Now tell me,

Whose fault is that?

Life.

Life is weird to think about isn’t it?  What are we doing with our lives because I hear that we have such a short time to live… but the days seem so long.  Then I look back on my days and they flew by.  Life flies by, but it sure doesn’t seem like that when you’re living.  There’s no other way to live than to really live.  That being said, with how young we are, we haven’t lived.  Sure, we’ve had a couple breakups and we graduated high school, and we’ve been through all the friends and all the boyfriends we can imagine, but we have not lived.  We have not been to Africa, or camped in the desert.  We have not explored the seven wonders of the world, had a family, or had a small child grow inside of us.  We can’t say that we have lived and we certainly can’t complain or gripe or mope about the life that we have lived so far because even if it hasn’t been the best life you think you could possibly live… it’s a life.  We got a chance to live, and we better not take it for granted.  Because we aren’t even close to being done… We have so much more life to live.