Some Lies (even though that is something I don't do)

So collected below are two works I made the same night. The pieces themselves have no titles, I only named the documents they were stored in "lie1" and "lie2"

I will leave it to your interpretation what is going on.

"lie1"

id like to continue believing
that certain words rhyme for reason
i like to say smoke bombs
are poems
and that leprechauns
are rainbow gods
but everyone
or so it seems
is out and gone from just belief

id like to tell the story in my head
that starts and ends again and again
but with such errors in synchronity
it will tamper with the fickle idea
that i am credible
moreso i'll appear in-credible
which so far the greatest compliment
that came upon by accident
i will achieve
or so it seems
maybe it's me -- in my head.


"lie2"

far beneath the ocean waves
sit my box of ripe cliches
and oxymorons non-deplete
that I could spill for days and weeks.
In time you will come to say
you knew the words before the page
and after all you'll lay to sleep
without a thought that I have breathed.
There is nothing new that I offer
just rewritten times and toffers
and I guess you will come to see
that there is nothing good from me.

Wrapped inside the silky skies
the clouds of wrath obscure the eyes
for far below in the depths of soul
are the ancient draws of hope, and woe.
One could hunt and fight and pray
to find salvation among decay,
but in the night far down below
one can only hear defeat's lulling roar.
Now come back to and make a stand!
because before your eyes is a profit land
on which you can fall when times are slow
or you fully awake and see nothing's gold.