Hurt and pain.
There's much to gain.
Peace and love.
It's all the same.
Confusion and doubt.
We're not without.
We weep, we cry.
We plead, we try.
We laugh, we smile.
Only to be hurt
by one last trial.
Life is a lesson,
so learn it well.
Maybe, one day,
you can tell it's tale.
Peace and love.
It's all the same.
Confusion and doubt.
We're not without.
We weep, we cry.
We plead, we try.
We laugh, we smile.
Only to be hurt
by one last trial.
Life is a lesson,
so learn it well.
Maybe, one day,
you can tell it's tale.
I think this poem goes along with the short story "The Bees," because its about hurt and pain. It uses the words 'confusion and love'. Gene still cared for his ex wife, Mandy, he regreted ever leaving her and DJ. It said, "He wanted to own up to his behavior, to pay that back child support, to apologize" (Chaon 270). At the time, he thought it was the best thing to do. He was confused, he didn't know what was real or what was fake. It hurted not knowing what happened to Mandy and DJ. The mood of the poem is dark and so is the short story we read.
Secrets and Lies by PoeticJustice
Secrets and lies
Inevitably lead to demise
And without a doubt, lead to more, and many more, and plenty more
Secrets and Lies
Bitter-Sweet taste on you tongue
You struggle to run, your body is numb
Cant look in the mirror, you dont know what-youve-become
Secrets and Lies
Is there a difference you know, from whats kept and whats told
And although you know, that you reap what you sow
Your mind is blinded, confounded, still telling lies and you just-cant-rewind-it
You dont know where it started, so many Secrets that your numb and cold hearted
Your like the new age con artist
Secrets and Lies
Corruption and pain, your going insane
Its no longer-a game-, your yelling and screaming,
Hoping that it all goes away
Looking for someone to blame,
And you feel so ashamed
What started as a small cover up-is now
A soul burning in flames
Secrets and Lies
Will be your demise
So watch what your say, and the games that you play
Think and the speak
Because only the weak, succumb to telling Secrets and Lies
Secrets and Lies.
Inevitably lead to demise
And without a doubt, lead to more, and many more, and plenty more
Secrets and Lies
Bitter-Sweet taste on you tongue
You struggle to run, your body is numb
Cant look in the mirror, you dont know what-youve-become
Secrets and Lies
Is there a difference you know, from whats kept and whats told
And although you know, that you reap what you sow
Your mind is blinded, confounded, still telling lies and you just-cant-rewind-it
You dont know where it started, so many Secrets that your numb and cold hearted
Your like the new age con artist
Secrets and Lies
Corruption and pain, your going insane
Its no longer-a game-, your yelling and screaming,
Hoping that it all goes away
Looking for someone to blame,
And you feel so ashamed
What started as a small cover up-is now
A soul burning in flames
Secrets and Lies
Will be your demise
So watch what your say, and the games that you play
Think and the speak
Because only the weak, succumb to telling Secrets and Lies
Secrets and Lies.
I think this poem ties with the story "The Bees", because it's about secrets and lies. Gene held a lot of things back from Karen. She knew he had some drinking days and had been married before but didn't know the extent of it. "didn't know that he had another son... didn't know that he had left them one night... just driving off in the car, a flask tucked between his legs... she didn't know about the car crash... she didn't know what a bad person he'd been" (Chaon 271). He couldn't believe that that was him back then. In the poem, "And without a doubt, lead to more, and many more, and plenty more." It was like Gene was never willing to tell Karen the truth, he had chances and chances. But never spoke up.