Liars

A personal poem about the way I used to be.

A liar's world is a canvas of white.
Providing a base for refracted light.

His palette is endless, an infinite hue-
The limit to boundaries far and few.

The liar fabricates every image and frame.
From where he's going to where he came.

His words are his brush, well honed tools,
Bold yet subtle, without any rules.

No subject is sacred, no matter the theme,
Nothing taboo in his grand scheme.

Until his masterpiece, a work of art.
Caves in on itself, and falls apart.

He's caught in his lies, guilty as sin,
Finds himself in a corner, painted in.

Author's Note

This is my first poem

Reviews

[Alice Bounty]

This is a great poem. Not just for your first one, it tooks me years before I was able to write a poem this great. It's good that it's the way you "used to be". The good thing is, you accept who you were and you take responsibility for it. Most people wouldn't do that.

[Brittany W]

For your first poem this was fantastic, i loved how you described a lie. The detail was great, and how you expressed it was amazing, i loved this and i cant wait to see more of your work in the future.