Tumultuous Thursday

The real hoax

He knew everything

And nothing

He spoke often

But not real words

When shone the truth

He called it absurd

And when his false world fail apart

He blamed everyone else, of course we all knew this part

The beginning of the end

There were no words to spend

No only truth believe me, believe me folks

Through all the deep state, he is the real hoax.

By hmaxwell

Poems on Sunday

Possible

You had the warning

And you closed your ears

You wanted love

Instead, you got tears

From your own eyes

They fell, silently was your cryies

You could go,are stay

Make a decision,either way

Love shouldn’t be an obstacle

Should you go…. possible

Poems on Sunday

Only God knows

Only God knows

That I prayed everyday for us to make it

That I tried all the time until I could not fake it

Only God knows

How I stayed up late at night waiting for you to come home

And that even when you where with me,I still felt all alone

Only God knows

I was sad and yet somehow happy when we where finally through

I celebrate the good and bad,God knows I’m finally over you