Schlagwort-Archive: Lies

This thing about honesty

This Thing about Honesty

Is honesty the way to be?
To what extent does honesty free?
What if every honest step,
Pushes your goals further back?

How does one know how to react?
Is it meant honestly or more abstract?
How does one know what the counterpart means?
We are all humans and no machines…

Is it honest if nothing is said?
Or is it a lie in someone else’s head?
Does silence make you understand?
Or does it make things get out of hand?

How honest is it to simply turn away?
Is it honest to have nothing to say?
How honest is it to let others assume?
What’s honest to me could be a lie to you.

How honest is it to not have the guts?
Is it because we don’t give a fuck?
Or is it because we give too much?
To whom do we lie if we just give up?

How honest are we when scared of hurt?
Hurting ourselves or others in this world?
Some things are said not to be heard,
How can we be honest if we don’t hear the words?

Jan Wendler
12.07.2015

This poem is about people assuming that they are honest. Honesty has many layers. Most people want others to be honest to them. But are they honest to others as well?

 

Drunk

Drunk

I feel drunk,
What the fuck.
It’s all so weird,
With no more fear.

A long way to go,
But I’m not alone.
So many faces,
I believe to see hatred.

But I wanna go home,
Where I’m all alone,
But not alone with myself,
Is that a cry for help?

Do you understand?
I pretend like a man
But my heart is not
Protected and shut.

Drugs ease the pain,
Make me forget what’s to blame.
I’m not meant to live
Here where people don’t give.

In this world only fake is true,
Honesty and truth just make people blue.
In this world only the poser wins,
Here to be only yourself is the greatest sin.

Oh I guess it’s time for another drink,
That sucker will make me forget how to think.
I’ll get drunk and play by myself,
Cause living a lie really is hell.

Jan Wendler
18.12.2014

I was drunk when I wrote this 🙂 . It was fun, had a blast with great collegues 🙂 But every night has to end and on the train ride home I decided to write a poem. Obviously I started with the line: “I am drunk”. ???? But that one-liner can’t be the whole poem.

So I wrote about how it is to live in a society where terms like Fakationing are being invented, hehe. Can’t wait to turn that into a song someday somewhere a long the “Nirvana/Life is fucked” line in Drop-D tuning ????